Qiao Yuxin sat in the back seat, Murong Le was waiting for her inside, and when she saw the interaction between the two, she snickered like a fishy kitten.

"Hahahaha, yes, Taro, he's my uncle, it's just right for you to call him uncle."

Murong Le couldn't help it, especially when she saw Murong Bojing's black face, she felt that Qiao Yuxin helped her get back to Yicheng.

"Bei Shaohan is the brother I recognize, so it's right that she is a sister-in-law."

Murong Bojing said in a deep voice, in the imperial capital, who doesn't know that Bei Shaohan is the eldest brother?

Then the eldest brother's daughter-in-law is the eldest sister-in-law.

Qiao Yuxin smiled perfunctorily and refused to answer, although Bei Shaohan is a little old, she is young and doesn't want to get old.

With the arrival of Qiao Taroxin, the atmosphere in the car was finally no longer low and cold, it seemed to increase its popularity, and injected warmth into Murong Le's heart.

The two little girls were squeaking, Murong Bojing was concentrating on driving, and noticing that the two were chatting happily, he looked at the people behind him from the rearview mirror.

The little woman's eyebrows fluttered, and she happily described the fun things she encountered in the morning, smiling brightly and lighting up the night sky.

The corners of Murong Bojing's lips couldn't help but curl, when would Xiaole be able to smile at him? Speak loudly to him?

It seems that she will only cry and beg for mercy in front of him......

Because Murong Le was going to the art exam, Murong Bojing specially took her to the school and then returned to the company.

When the two arrived at the Imperial Capital Film and Television University, it was already full of people, and there were crowds in front of the teaching building, and it was crowded upstairs.

Among them, some of them are students who take the art exam.

But there are more scouts, directors, and paparazzi who come to catch the wind.

"Wow, taro, Emperor Ying and Emperor Biography are face to face, we can often make appointments to meet and go shopping in the future!"

Murong Le saw the magnificent Emperor Biography opposite, the quaint architectural style, which was completely opposite to the Emperor Shadow, and had the idea of wanting to visit.

According to the notice, the two found an interview room and temporarily requisitioned the classroom, and there were already a few sparse people standing outside.

"Xiaole, is there a script for this art exam?"

As far as Qiao Yuxin knows, Diying's art examination is divided into three parts, self-introduction, performance script, and teacher questions.

Murong Le rummaged through her bag and took out the printed script, which was part of what she needed to act.

"Here it is! I'm afraid that I won't be able to perform this bitter drama later, and Meng Jiangnu will cry down the Great Wall......"

Qiao Yuxin looked at the script and gasped, the art test of Emperor Ying really had a different response, and it turned out to be a bitter love drama.

For Murong Le, who has no experience, it is definitely a very challenging section!

"Don't be nervous, you brew your emotions first, have you read the script thoroughly?"

Qiao Yuxin's eyes were sincere, staring at Murong Le's eyes, unswerving.

Murong Le nodded, biting his lower lip, saying that it was impossible not to be nervous, and a huge wave surged in his heart, and uneasiness surged into his heart.

"You stand in line, and the people who will be called will come in one by one."

Qiao Yuxin held Murong Le's slightly cold hand, and kept cheering her on, and only by relaxing could she be the best version of herself.

Time gradually passed, and from eight to nine o'clock, the candidates entered one after another, some dejected, some ecstatic.

"Murong Le!"

Finally read the name, Murong Le, who was holding the script and gnawing on it, came back to his senses, and Qiao Yuxin made a cheering gesture to her.

If you do not meet the requirements of the tutor, you will need to enter the remedial class and will not be able to go to the normal class.

Every minute and second was torment, Qiao Yuxin stared at his phone, and kept praying for Murong Le in his heart.