I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

As expected of a wealthy young woman!

There are plenty of the usual tricks and routines.

Looking at the sly face in front of me, I realized he really wanted to be clever, but his little schemes were all written on his face.

Wang Zian suddenly found it a little funny.

However, it's not a bad thing to add it.

Anyway, he will most likely come to this city to study in the future, and he has written quite a few novels.

What if there's a chance to adapt it in the future? Getting to know more people in the entertainment industry is never a bad thing.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opened WeChat, and displayed the QR code.

Meng Ziyi scanned the message so quickly it was as if she was afraid he would change his mind; with a beep, a friend request popped up.

Sister Meng's profile picture is of herself, wearing large sunglasses and a leather jacket, with her chin slightly raised, lips tightly pursed, and a cool and aloof demeanor.

Pretty cool!

Wang Zian approved the request and casually changed the nickname to "Sister Meng".

After making the changes, I turned the screen around and showed it to her.

Meng Ziyi nodded in satisfaction when she saw those two words.

Then her gaze fell on Wang Zian's portrait.

一只猫。

It's round and chubby, lying on the tatami mat sleeping, with a drop of drool hanging from the corner of its mouth.

She is Nyanko-sensei from "Natsume's Book of Friends".

Meng Ziyi pointed at the profile picture, and her expression went through the entire process of surprise, suppressing laughter, and then bursting into laughter in a single second.

"You're a handsome guy who's 1.85 meters tall, how come your profile picture is so cute?"

Her laughter echoed through the restaurant, attracting the attention of a middle-aged man at the next table who turned to look at her.

Wang Zian calmly put his phone back.

"This is 'Natsume's Book of Friends'; don't you watch anime?" Wang Zian retorted.

"I don't watch much," Meng Ziyi honestly shook her head, "I mostly watch American TV series. Have you watched Game of Thrones?"

"This anime is quite therapeutic," Wang Zian interrupted her upcoming segment on recommending American TV series. "You can check it out."

Meng Ziyi nodded, very seriously, without any perfunctory attitude.

She seems to have really taken this advice to heart, and might even actually go back and search for it on a video website.

Wang Zian pointed to the door and took a step in that direction.

"I'll be going now, Sister Meng, please enjoy your meal."

"Okay!" Meng Ziyi waved to him, waving vigorously, and didn't forget to encourage him at the end.

"Junior brother, you're so handsome, you'll definitely pass the preliminary exam!"

Her voice was still so loud and clear, as if she had no idea how inappropriate her words were in this restaurant at this moment.

"Thank you!" Wang Zian said politely, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

While they were talking, several more tables of guests came in one after another; judging from their red eyes, they probably realized they might not pass the exam.

Sister Meng's words were a bit provocative.

She noticed this at that moment and quickly stopped talking.

She gave Wang Zian a slightly apologetic smile, then quickly found an empty seat, wrapped her pink fluffy coat tighter around herself, and lowered her head, pretending to be studying the menu intently.

Wang Zian nodded to her, a slight smile playing on his lips, then turned and left.

As the door closed behind him, he heard Meng Ziyi's voice, though low, still rang out: "Boss, extra spicy for the rice noodles!"

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The afternoon sun was a bit brighter than at noon, but the temperature didn't rise at all.

Wang Zian stood on the road, pulled up the hood of his hoodie, and took out his phone to look at the map.

Yenching University, Tsinghua University, Renmin University.

The names of the three schools are lined up on the screen like three coordinate points.

He gestured on the screen, indicating that the subway line 4 goes directly from Beijing Film Academy to Yenching University, and the whole journey takes about an hour.

It's not far.

But he forgot to count something else.

The subway in the capital city and the bus he had taken in the county town were not the same mode of transportation.

During the midday rush hour, the subway station was packed with people.

There was so much that he stood at the escalator entrance, stunned for a full two seconds.

He was pushed forward by the crowd, and after finally squeezing into the carriage, he found that there was almost no space for his two feet to touch the ground.

The overhead rings were so crowded that he gave up trying to reach them, put his hands in his pockets, and barely managed to maintain his balance in the crowd thanks to his 1.85-meter height.

Wang Zian stood expressionless, his eyes fixed on the flashing circuit map above the car door.

Each stop is a point of light, and the points of light jump one by one, from Xitucheng where the Beijing Film Academy is located, to Weigongcun, to the National Library, and to the Zoo.

Each jump was so slow it felt like they were deliberately torturing him.

His phone rang when he got off at Yenching University Station.

When we arrived at Xizhimen transfer station, the number of people in the carriage had not decreased; in fact, another group of people poured in.

Wang Zian was pushed back two steps, his back pressed against the carriage wall.

He took a deep breath and mentally re-evaluated the idea of ​​"going to college in BJ".

By the time he got off at the East Gate of Peking University, his legs were numb from standing.

As he stepped out of the subway station, a cold wind rushed towards him, and he took a deep breath of the air above ground.

Yenching University's west gate is just across the street, with gray walls and green tiles, and the stone lions at the entrance gleaming slightly in the afternoon sun.

Tourists were taking photos at the entrance, holding selfie sticks and making peace signs.

He stood on this side of the road and stared at the gate for about ten seconds.

In the end, I decided to go in and take a look!

Since we're already here and have made an appointment!

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As he crossed the road, wondering whether he should join the tourists in front of him, his phone suddenly rang!

He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and a slight smile appeared on Wang Zian's lips. He swiped his thumb across the screen and then held the phone to his ear.

"Feed~!"

"Hey! Prince An!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and urgent, with an air of accusation, but there was an undisguised joy in his tone.

"I heard you came to the capital? You came all the way here and didn't even visit your brother? That's really disrespectful to me!"

Wang Zian smiled and turned to the other side, separating himself from the crowd that had just followed him.

"I'm just here to take a test and look around!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a hesitant voice.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't skip grades? The college entrance exam hasn't even started yet, and at this time in Beijing, it seems no universities are holding independent admission exams!"

Wang Zian switched the phone to his other ear and didn't say anything.

"Oh dear! Don't worry about that, just focus on your company!"

"Wait! That's not right." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly slowed down, as if flipping through a calendar in their mind. "These days, art schools are recruiting. You wouldn't happen to be...~~~~"

"I just took the opportunity to come out and have some fun," Wang Zian interrupted him.

The reaction on the other end of the phone was much more intense than he had expected.

"Damn it!" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in volume, forcing Wang Zi'an to hold the phone away from his ear. "I'm so old, don't joke with me!"