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After finishing their meal, the two of them came out of the private room.

When Zhou Ye went downstairs, he spoke a few words in Cantonese with the store manager, probably to thank him and to say he would come again next time.

When I went outside, the sunlight was softer than when I came in, and the clouds were thicker, turning the sun into a large, luminous frosted glass.

Zhou Ye was getting ready to go home. The art exam class was to gather in the afternoon, and she needed to go back to pack her things.

Wang Zian also had something to do; Zhang Yiming was waiting for him to go to ByteDance for a meeting.

After taking her home, Zhou Ye waved to her and then ran lightly into the residential area.

Wang Zian watched her figure disappear, a smile playing on his lips.

Then he started the car, turned the steering wheel once, and drove away.

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Back at the hotel, I sat on the bed, picked up my phone and glanced at it, and found quite a few friend requests.

All of them were friend requests from the group of girls at the entrance of the Beijing Dance Academy this morning. Their profile pictures included selfies, landscapes, and cats, and their nicknames were things like "Haochun's classmate," "I saw them at the pancake stand this morning," and "Please accept."

It seems that Liu Haochun gave them his WeChat contact information, and then these girls flocked to him one after another.

Anyway, this is his alternate account, which he doesn't use often, so it doesn't matter if he adds it; he just accepted all the requests without thinking.

As for Liu Haochun, she is a pretty young girl, and she is very cute.

Opening her WeChat Moments, the latest post, which was made this morning, is a short video taken from the side of the stage.

The camera is a bit shaky, probably shot handheld with a mobile phone. You can see a group of girls wearing white tops and purple long skirts spinning on the stage, their skirts resembling morning glories unfurled by the wind.

The caption reads: "Graduation Dance".

It seems she's going to perform a dance today.

Wang Zian watched the video twice. The dance was indeed beautiful. Occasionally, the camera would pan to Liu Haochun standing in the front row, her hair falling loose as she spun around, her face bearing a professional and dedicated smile.

"Brother, I'm sorry; I've already given them your contact information!"

I hope this doesn't cause you any trouble!

It seems that he had just accepted a large number of friend requests when his classmate told Liu Haochun, who then quickly sent him a message to apologize.

"It's okay!" he replied; "Good luck with your graduation performance!"

"Thank you~!" followed by a little sun emoji.

From what I've heard, she's a very well-behaved girl.

Wang Zian spent the next two or three days at ByteDance.

Zhang Yiming treated him like a volunteer, exploiting his connections.

Not only was he tasked with optimizing the recommendation algorithm, but he was also asked to give lectures to Lao Liang's team.

In addition, he also has to participate in the planning of short video promotion.

Wang Zian didn't feel like he was on vacation.

The original plan was to visit the Forbidden City in Beijing, tour Yenching University, and buy some roast ducks for my classmates.

As a result, I only got a distant glimpse of the Forbidden City, and the trip to Yenching University took three hours. I still haven't bought any roast duck.

There are problems everywhere.

However, I'm not always busy.

Sister Meng would sometimes send him a message, but it was always gossiping about why he didn't want to come to Beijing Film Academy.

Or they'll relentlessly ask him if he's ever been in a relationship, making no attempt to be polite.

Zhou Ye, on the other hand, was much quieter.

However, the two got along much better because they had rehearsed and eaten together.

When she was tired from her art exam tutoring, she would send him a photo.

She hadn't wiped the sweat from her face, a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were shining with the light of "I'm so tired but I still want to keep going."

Then add an emoji of someone so tired they feel like they're going to vomit blood.

Wang Zian knew about her pressure.

The third round of auditions is the final hurdle for all art students, and they are constantly on edge throughout the preparation period.

He couldn't help her dance or recite poems; all he could do was ask questions and offer encouragement.

After seeing the reply, Zhou Ye sent a little girl emoji raising her fist, and then went back to practicing his kung fu.

Soon it was time for the results of the Beijing Film Academy's re-examination to be released.

Early that morning, Zhou Ye called Wang Zi'an.

Moreover, the relentless bombardment prevented him from getting any more sleep.

Only at her summons did I drive to her house to wait together for the results to be announced.

By the time he arrived at the entrance of Zhou Ye's residential compound, it was already completely daylight.

Zhou Ye's family is quite wealthy. Wang Zian had heard her mention before that her family lives in a villa in their hometown.

It's also available in Yanjing (Beijing).

After Wang Zian arrived at Zhou Ye's house, she realized that she had underestimated the Zhou family's wealth.

These large apartments, two or three hundred square meters, are so easy to buy!

Zhou Ye invited Wang Zian into the house. Her hair was loose, and she looked like she had just washed it.

The home features a simple postmodern decor style, with an overall minimalist aesthetic.

However, all kinds of modern furniture are available.

The living room is entirely pearl white, with matte gray floors.

A huge LCD TV is mounted on the wall, and opposite it is a beanbag chair that is more than a meter wide.

Fresh fruit is placed on the minimalist coffee table.

The floor-to-ceiling windows cover an entire wall, and sunlight is streaming in from outside, making the whole living room bright and warm.

On the terrace outside the window are two wicker chairs and a neatly trimmed lemon tree.

Every detail exudes an expensive quality.

Wang Zian stood in the center of the living room, looked around, and silently reassessed Zhou Ye's family background.

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

Zhou Ye came out of the bedroom carrying his computer and invited Wang Zi'an to sit down.

She was wearing a cream-colored short-sleeved shirt and gray cotton trousers, with fluffy slippers on her feet. She looked completely different from the nervous art student who was wearing a black down jacket in the practice room yesterday.

More relaxed, more like her true self.

She placed the computer on the coffee table, swiped her fingers across the touchpad a few times, and the screen lit up.

As she spoke, her hair slipped down her sides, and she reached up to brush it behind her back before patting the spot next to the sofa.

"Sit here!"

"The results were released today, and I'm too scared to watch them alone. My sister had a meeting early this morning and said she wouldn't be back until noon. I'm home alone, and I'm going crazy."

She casually picked up a sliced ​​star fruit. "Have a star fruit!"

"Thank you!"

Wang Zian sat down next to the sofa, took the star fruit, placed it on the side of the plate, but did not eat it.

Zhou Ye quickly opened the Beijing Film Academy's official website. "It was announced at 8 PM, I dare not look!"

Next, she opened the list of those who passed the second round of interviews.

Compared to the preliminary exam, only two or three hundred people passed the second round.

After the list was downloaded, Zhou Ye turned to look at Wang Zi'an.

"Let me check yours first, okay?"

Seeing her nervous expression, Wang Zian shrugged and gave her his exam number.

After searching, it was found prominently listed.

"Wow! You passed!" Zhou Ye suddenly screamed excitedly! "I knew you could do it!"

She grabbed Wang Zian's arms with both hands and shook them violently.

"213th place, 74.2 points!"

Wang Zian was not nervous at all; he had already known his interview results a few days ago.

"Calm down, calm down, it's your turn!"

Zhou Ye's smile froze instantly, and he released his hand from his arm.

"I don't dare!" Zhou Ye suddenly became timid again.

"Then I'll check it for you!" Wang Zian took the laptop. "Your exam number is after mine, right? 6667?"

"Hmm~!"

Wang Zian's fingers typed Zhou Ye's exam number on the keyboard.

Press Enter, and the page refreshes.

Then the corners of his mouth curved up.

Looking back at Zhou Ye, Zhou Ye nervously closed his eyes, his eyelashes tightly clenched together, his hands twisted on his knees, and his lips pressed into a straight line.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her face and casting a soft golden glow on her closed-eye profile.

"You passed!" Wang Zian said with a smile. "Your score is quite high! Almost seven points higher than the person next to you."

"Really?!" Zhou Ye suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the screen.

Her exam number, her ranking, and her score were clearly listed there, plain and unmistakable.

Candidate 411···6667, ranked 154th, with a score of 81.5.

"You're much taller than me!" Wang Zian congratulated him with a smile.

Zhou Ye's eyes were practically glued to the screen. After confirming it was him several times, he jumped up excitedly.

"Yay!"

Her scream exploded in the spacious, open-plan apartment, the sound hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows and bouncing back, then hitting the ceiling and bouncing back again.

"I passed! I passed! I made it to the third round!"