The people who can come to Beijing University to participate in the competition are the best young blood in the calligraphy and painting industry who have been selected from all over the world and finally determined, and it can be said that everyone's skills are quite profound.

In the past, Song Qingping couldn't look down on Deng Tao's paintings, so he was reluctant to recommend them to her. But after arriving at Beicheng University, in order to be ashamed, she practiced penmanship almost every day, and was selected by the teacher to participate in the competition, which shows that her current level has indeed improved a lot.

In the morning, the selection competition for high school students has ended, and in the afternoon, the competition for each university is held.

Deng Tao held a paintbrush in his hand, and his eyes looked at the name plate in the middle of the judges' seat, and the three words on it were particularly eye-catching: Mu Shenyan!

Song Jia is not right, it should be Mu Jiawen, did she tell her mother about the rumors?

If she tells, will Master Mu deliberately give her a low score later?

Because of the anxiety in his heart, he couldn't sink his heart when he was painting, and after a painting was finished, Deng Tao didn't have time to take a look at it as a whole, and the time was up.

She knew that she hadn't done a good job this time, so she went out in frustration and waited for the result.

After school in the afternoon, Mu Jiawen and Jiang Yan received a text message from Zhu Zhen that the time of their party was changed to seven o'clock tonight, in a Hunan restaurant diagonally opposite the "Holiday" hotel.

Jiang Yan felt a little strange, why did he choose there?

But he didn't ask, after all, this time it was Zhu Zhen's treat, and he just had to go wherever he chose.

In addition to the five of them, Zhu Zhen also called the second child.

The physics department was very busy, and Zhu Zhen's time was just right to give Mu Jiawen a buffer, and after class, she sorted out the questions left by the teacher, and wrote down the most difficult steps to Shen Mengfei and a few people.

Xue Weisong is also doing this problem, but his way of solving the problem is different from Mu Jiawen's, but it is similar to Zhong Liangang's.

Both of them are a little complicated, and they are not as simple and clear as Mu Jiawen's.

He took Mu Jiawen's notebook and Zhong Liangang studied the explanation on the side, and Shen Mengfei and a few people sat on the side and listened.

After finishing it, Mu Jiawen packed her schoolbag and was about to leave, Huang Fuyun suddenly looked up at her and said, "Mu Jiawen, Dean Mu is your mother?" ”

In the past few days, the Academy of Fine Arts has been very lively, and most of the people who come to Kyoto to participate in the competition will be eager to go over and take a turn when they hear that Master Mu has opened a gallery.

So, Mu Jiawen's name gradually came.

Most of the people from other places thought that she was in the Chinese Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts of Beijing University, and there were many people who inquired about it in the past.

Few people know that she is actually in the physics department.

Huang Fuyun's grades in the final exam last semester were not very satisfactory, and he was cleaned up by his father during the winter vacation.

So at the beginning of this semester, Huang Fuyun never went to the Academy of Fine Arts once, and focused on studying, which led him to know that Master Mu had opened a gallery in Kyoto in a very low-key manner until today.

Even more subtle, her daughter even exhibited her paintings in the gallery.

Huang Fuyun went to see it, and the set of zodiac charts hanging there was almost exactly the same as the one in the class.

So there is no doubt that "Mu Jiawen" is Mu Jiawen in front of him, his classmate.

"You said that Dean Mu was your mother, so I wouldn't have beaten you with the idea of painting."

Mu Jiawen glanced at him, "I didn't say that you didn't make it?" ”

That's true.

Huang Fuyun sighed, "After this competition, Mu Jiawen, your reputation is going to rise." ”

Mu Jiawen picked up her schoolbag and wrote lightly, "Not necessarily, there are still many people who think that I am stained with my mother's fame." But it doesn't matter, I don't value this, it's just a hobby. ”

What a waste, it's a terrible thing!

Huang Fuyun thought bitterly.

After Mu Jiawen left, Zhong Liangang looked at them and asked in a low voice, "Who is Dean Mu?" ”

Xue Weisong and Shen Mengfei already knew about it, and explained to him, "The honorary president of the Academy of Fine Arts, the number one in the Chinese painting industry, is very powerful. ”

Without waiting for Zhong Lian to digest these words, Kou Chuan suddenly said, "Dean Mu's gallery will recruit students from Beijing University to work part-time as docents on weekends. Lian Gang, tell Mu Jiawen that you should also go over and sign up. ”

The part-time job in the library is only more than 200 a month, which is not enough for his living expenses.

Zhong Lian Gang saved the scholarship and planned to use it to pay for tuition.

Zhong Liangang wanted to shake his head and refuse, he didn't want to trouble Mu Jiawen, but Xue Weisong directly clapped the decision, "I'll tell her, let her help ask Dean Mu, if it's full, don't go, if it's not full, you can try." ”

He opened his mouth, and although he was very moved, he still said truthfully, "But I don't know how to draw." ”

Kou Chuan said, "People have specialized personnel training, even if the students from the Academy of Fine Arts come over, their staff will give a lecture first." You have a good memory, what are you afraid of? ”

After a few people finished speaking, they continued to talk about the topic, Zhong Liangang's eyes were slightly red, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

After Mu Jiawen went downstairs, Jiang Yan happened to come over on a bicycle.

The computer department is not as busy as the physics department, but Jiang Yan has not only been busy with school classes recently, he also has to run an electronics factory. Both ends are busy, resulting in a lot of weight loss.

Mu Jiawen sat behind him, holding his waist with one hand and pinching his waist with the other.

Jiang Yan tilted his head, "Don't move." ”

At the same time, he held the handlebar with his right hand, reached back with his left hand and grabbed her hand, and squeezed it gently, "What do you want to do to me?" ”

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Mu Jiawen pulled out her hand vigorously and patted him on the back, "Ride well, I'll see how much less meat you have on your waist, have you been too busy lately?" "I can't pinch much.

As soon as he talked about this, Jiang Yan was tired, he was a reborn person, he was tired like a dog every day before he was reborn, but he didn't expect that he was still tired like a dog after being reborn.

If there was a group of reborn people in this world, it is estimated that he would have been kicked out of the group a long time ago.

It's a shame for everyone to not be able to live like a.

But I don't know if the hard work of the third year of high school has been imprinted in the bone marrow, resulting in the fact that I want to get a high score when I see the test papers, and if I want to get a high score, I have to continue to study, and I have to work hard to continue to study. Study hard, and you have to be busy with new products and assembly, in this case, it is difficult not to lose weight.

"When will it be done?"

"Soon, the new product will be tested, and after passing, it should be able to produce energy next month, and I will be able to relax then."

It was not much easier, Jing Junyang took over an Internet café at the gate of Beijing, two floors up and down, and then it was going to be changed into a computer store.

Jiang Yan has a headache when he thinks of this, he has no sense of accomplishment in his career at all, he just wants to rest, fall in love and rest!

The two arrived at the Hunan restaurant, and Zhu Zhen and Zhu Jinjia and Yu Hang's second child arrived.

There are relatively few private rooms in Hunan restaurants, the hall is very large, divided into two parts, the outside is a four-person table, and the inside is a round table for many people, with a small round table and a large round table.

As soon as he entered the inside, Jiang Yan saw at a glance that there were several familiar people sitting next to the small round table next to them......

Two more!