The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 578 - 577. Laughing like a fool! (Seven more updates)

Chapter 578: 577. Laughing like a fool! (Seven more updates)

"Mr. Jing? You...."

Had it already come to the point of meeting the parents?!

This little assistant looked here and there and was instantly shocked.

When did this happen, wasn’t there just a hint of development in that direction? Had something else happened behind the back of her, the assistant?!

Wuu wuu wuu, she hoped that Sister Luo could restrain all energies within her when she learned the truth and not beat her to death. The last time she found out the two of them went to the temple fair, the agent almost couldn’t hold it together.

Tang Shu naturally didn’t know that her assistant had already imagined an entire drama and gave her an unexpected glance.

"What is that look in your eyes, so weird."

"I..."

Jing Yu glanced at Yang Tiantian, who looked conflicted, and said indifferently, "I was on a business trip near the Tang family’s place and just happened to come back together."

That counted as an explanation.

Upon hearing this, Yang Tiantian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart settled back into her stomach.

"So that’s the case, then let’s head home first, I’ve already prepared the meals, we can eat right after we get back. Mr. Jing, would you like to join?"

"I’ll gladly accept the invitation."

"???"

Yang Tiantian, who was just being polite, almost bit her tongue. See what happens when you talk too much!

If they continued to interact like this for a long time, even if her boss was slow on matters of the heart, something was bound to happen, right? No, from now on, she must be vigilant!

In the past, Yang Tiantian did indeed see some indications and was quite happy about them, but today’s incident sounded the alarm for her.

Her boss was still so young, wait a few more years!

Most importantly, if Sister Luo found out she not only knew about it but also helped to fan the flames, would she get her salary docked?

***

After Labor Day, Tang Shu spent a full three days to finish reviewing all the artworks for the competition.

"Boss, the final video editing is done, and it has been sent to your email."

Shen Yan was also very busy; his boss had spent three days appreciating the art, and he spent three days editing videos.

When the last video was finally sent, this programmer who had completely turned into an editor breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, hard work."

On the other side, Tang Shu downloaded and uploaded, and after a series of actions, her right hand moved the mouse to the submit button.

With that last shake, all the artworks for the second round were finished being scored.

At this time, most of the contestants were sitting in front of their computers, their little hands quivering with excitement.

"Another drawing is about to happen, so freaking exciting!"

"I wonder if I can knock out the person next to me and advance to the third round?"

In a university dormitory in the capital, Yang Fen mumbled to herself secretly.

No sooner had her words fallen than her roommate, who was seriously studying, joined in the excitement.

"You can be secretly happy, almost two hundred people participated, and this time only half will be eliminated. Don’t be ungrateful for your good fortune."

"Exactly, look at our Lele preparing for the postgraduate exams, how miserable he is—he hasn’t really gone shopping with us for a month."

"Isn’t that so? According to the admission rate of our university headquarters, they need to cut down to one-fourth of the candidates, Lele has to surpass the ones ahead, kick the ones to the right, and outdo the ones to the left to successfully advance and become a qualified master’s student."

Yang Fen’s lips twitched silently.

"Thank you, I feel consoled."

Compared to the postgraduate entrance exam army, she indeed felt luckier.

As five o’clock in the afternoon approached, Yang Fen instantly got pumped up, her hand already on the mouse.

Ready for the draw!

"Ahhhh! I’m ranked 47th, 47 you know!"

"Did you advance?"

"Far from just advancing, according to the competition rules the calligraphy and painting circles love, she could directly advance to the fourth round."

"Wuwuwu, thank heavens, I’m so happy!"

Yang Fen was genuinely happy. She had a place in the calligraphy and painting rankings, somewhat famous. She’d always hovered around 90th place on the list, so she more or less knew her own level.

But!

This time she actually got 47th?

National competition, ah. Even though the big shots didn’t participate, this ranking could absolutely put her in the sixties or seventies on the list.

"I knew I had improved recently, but I didn’t expect to have improved this much!"

"Your progress really has been fast. As someone who knows nothing, I also feel that you’ve gotten better than before."

Roommates surrounded her, planning to join her in celebration.

"Could it be that the advice from your most adored Teacher She was actually helpful?"

"Helpful, definitely helpful. Since last time, I’ve had some real insights."

The changes over this period, others might only experience through her artwork, but she could actually feel them firsthand.

She had really made a lot of progress!

At least in terms of conception and execution, she had become much smoother, and little inspirations and ideas were coming more and more densely. Sometimes, while walking on the road, she felt the world was beautiful, which was so important for an art student.

"Does this time’s panel of judges include Teacher She again?"

"Yes, I drew him!"

Because of this, she’d been conflicted for quite a while.

Like most contestants, her heart was filled with both anticipation and rejection, complicated indeed.

"I should take a look at the scores and comments from the five judges."

Now that the results and ranking had come out, Yang Fen was relieved. She could calmly accept the rest of it.

Teacher She was still the last to give his score. After she casually went through the comments from the other four judges, her hand paused again, the mouse button left unclicked.

This moment was clear for the few roommates around to see.

"Yang Xiaofen, why are you still so timid?"

"You already know your score; why hesitate now?"

"I... I’m just timid, what about it!"

Yang Fen’s heart was racing. Even knowing her final score, she couldn’t help but start to anticipate whether her work was considered good in Teacher She’s eyes.

Definitely lower than the average again, right?

Every time, she’d have the strange feeling that if she didn’t meet his expectations, she’d be very disappointed.

What was this all about?

"Alright, alright, I’ll click."

With a soft click from the mouse, the page refreshed once again, and the data followed suit.

Judge: Teacher She.

Score: 87.

Comment: Ending, MOV layout, MOV.

"Only 87 points? Yang Xiaofen’s average was 91; he’s dragged it down again!"

"Yeah, his scores are indeed lower than those of other judges."

The roommates were indignant on her behalf, but the smile on the face of the person concerned had already deepened.

"No, no, no, it’s really good. Last time Teacher She gave me 85 points; this time it’s actually two points higher!"

"I am very satisfied!"

Roommates: "..."

Xiao Fenfen, are you sure there’s nothing off with you?

Two points and you’re this happy? Smiling like a fool!