A great director who grew up happily

Outside the dance studio, Wang Qing handed the thermos to Wang Yidi, wanting her daughter to drink some water and take a rest.

Wang Yidi, however, anxiously asked for the phone and checked her WeChat messages. She only saw a few messages from her in the chat box, but no reply from Chen Jinnian. She said worriedly, "Is anything wrong?"

"Who's in trouble?" Wang Qing came over curiously to see.

"I'm just complaining to you about the exam for the subject competition places. Nearly a hundred people are competing for two places, and most of them are targeting Jinnian. I don't think there will be a fight." Wang Yidi said.

"Hey, I thought it was something else."

Wang Qing waved her hand casually, not caring at all. She pulled out her phone and said, "Just now, your homeroom teacher sent two notices in the group chat. One said that the school will no longer organize weekend self-study classes, and the other said that the Chinese language competition qualification exam will be three hours long."

"Three hours. Didn't they say it shouldn't exceed one hour at most?" Wang Yidi widened his eyes in surprise. Why was it different from what Li Meng said?

"I don't know about that, but that's what your homeroom teacher said." Wang Qing handed over the water cup and continued quietly, "I was just chatting with parents from other schools and found out that other schools are also choosing this program. It should be quite formal. I heard that not only professors from Peking University and Tsinghua University will be there, but also leaders from CCTV."

"Oh my God, there's also the Central Bank." Wang Yidi took sips of warm water while accepting this heavy news.

Just as Wang Qing continued to share the gossip she had heard with her daughter, a voice from behind interrupted her.

"Didi's mom, what a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be here too." Tong Wenjie shouted cheerfully.

Wang Qing turned around and saw Teacher Cui Ming and Fang Yuan's family passing by.

Wang Yidi smiled and greeted Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie, but ignored Fang Yifan. She screwed on the thermos and handed it to Wang Qing along with her phone. "Mom, I have to go back to class first."

In fact, it was break time now and class had not started yet, but she didn't want to see Fang Yifan. She was almost annoyed by his inexplicable cold attitude.

It just so happened that Fang Yifan didn't want to see Wang Yidi either. Their relationship was not very good in the past. Recently, because Chen Jinnian was practicing boxing downstairs, Tong Wenjie pulled him out of bed every day, and he also started to hate Wang Yidi.

The two of them really dislike each other.

"Hey, Fanfan's mom, Fanfan's dad, what are you bringing your children here for?" Wang Qing replied with a smile, and paused when her eyes passed over Fang Yifan.

"Isn't Fanfan going to take the art exam? Let's bring him here for some extra lessons." After Tong Wenjie answered, she slapped Fang Yifan angrily.

The other party finally realized what was going on and greeted Wang Qing.

"Oh, I thought so. This teacher Cui is really amazing. If you learn from him well, there will be no problem." Wang Qing looked at Fang Yifan and really didn't know what to praise him for, so she praised Cui Ming.

Cui Ming smiled and accepted Wang Qing's favor.

After he showed the three members of the Fang family around the dance studio, he let Fang Yifan move freely. He took Fang Yuan and his wife to the reception room and began to discuss the specific issues.

Fang Yifan’s dance teacher in the play is Nanfeng, Xiaomeng’s college classmate. He is relatively smooth in his speech and actions, and he "praised" Fang Yifan right from the start.

Cui Ming, on the other hand, is more straightforward and likes to put things on the table. He talked about Fang Yifan's shortcomings and the success of his art exam.

"Teacher, I don't understand. You said that after completing all the training, it will not be difficult to pass the art exam, but there is no guarantee of going to university. What do you mean?" Fang Yuan asked in confusion.

"It's like this. The child's foundation is relatively weak, and there are only two months of training time. Whether it is to make up for the vocal music, dance, lines, performance, and music theory of the musical, or to make up for the voice, stage, and performance of the acting major, it is not an easy task. It is even more difficult to get a high rank." Cui Ming explained the actual situation.

Seeing Fang Yuan still didn't understand, Cui Ming gave an example. "For example, the Central Academy of Drama only accepts 30 students for musical theater, but it will issue certificates. Your child will probably be in the bottom %."

Even a fool could understand now. Tong Wenjie stood up anxiously and asked, "So, after all our hard work, Fang Yifan still hasn't learned."

"It's not that they can't go to school. As professional teachers, all we can do is try our best to help the children pass the school exam and get the liberal arts certificate. But to be honest, with a ranking in the top 30, there really isn't much hope."

Cui Ming shook his head as he spoke. He also had a headache with students like Fang Yifan.

After a pause, he continued, "Whether he can be admitted to university depends on his academic performance. His major won't be ranked very high, so he needs to make up for it with his academic performance."

This kind of thing often happens in their dance school. Students may rank among the top in their professional subjects, but their academic performance may not pass the passing line.

Fang Yifan's case is more troublesome. It is foreseeable that his professional course grades will not be very high. In addition, his academic performance is not good now. Cui Ming doesn't quite believe that he can be admitted to university.

Besides, he was just a dance teacher, and Fang Yifan's art exam wasn't just about dancing. In fact, he had no idea whether the other party could pass the exam. He had just spoken of it in an ideal situation.

Seeing the conflicted look on Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie's faces, Cui Ming stood up and said, "Whatever you decide, I hope it's quick. There's not much time left before the exam."

At the same time, he handed over a detailed fee list and said, "Also, I don't recommend you to enroll in the elite small class. The basic class is enough. Children still have a lot to learn. Just being good at dancing is not enough."

Tong Wenjie's head was about to explode, but she wasn't one to waver. After thinking for a while, she decided on the spot, "Teacher, we'll sign up right away and start learning today."

On the other side, Wang Yidi, who was practicing dancing in the classroom, didn’t know that not long after she gave her phone to Wang Qing for safekeeping, Chen Jinnian sent her a bunch of messages.

The pile of questions Pan Shuai gave tortured everyone so much that everyone looked dazed when they left the classroom.

Chen Jinnian leaned against the window in the corridor and was surrounded by everyone as soon as he put down his phone.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I told you guys to treat me as a target. I haven't settled the score with you yet, and you still have the nerve to block me." Chen Jinnian put his hands in his pockets and said in a lazy tone.

“I didn’t know everyone thought this way before signing up.”

“Yeah, who knew there were so many people.”

Everyone was talking at once, and the atmosphere seemed extremely chaotic.

"Okay, okay, what do you want to ask? Don't delay me from going out to eat. I'm almost starving." Chen Jinnian asked.

The people around him looked at each other, and no one spoke. Finally, the man in the front said hesitantly, "We just want to know which question you've reached."

Chen Jinnian raised the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile, "You don't care which question I write to. Anyway, the last few questions are all from the "Letter to Ren An"."

After saying that, he squeezed through the crowd, put his hands in his pockets, and left in a casual manner with his schoolbag slung over one shoulder.

The rest of the people were in an uproar, marveling at how terrifying the other party was, and how he could finish the last few questions of the test in such a short time.

Outside the crowd, there was a girl with a delicate face and a gentle and elegant temperament. She adjusted her narrow-rimmed gold-framed glasses and looked at Chen Jinnian who was walking faster and faster outside.