Fang Zhao still stayed in Huangzhou after the exam. During the re-examination period, he visited several seniors in the industry, all recommended by Ming Cang and Xue Jing, and had been to his personal concert before.

There are also some seniors whom Fang Zhao met in the exchange group who graduated from Qi Yin. These people helped him more or less before the re-examination and passed him the preparation materials for the exam. No matter whether it was used in the end or not, Fang Zhao would still thank them.

Huangzhou Academy of Arts, in a certain office.

The marking teachers of the re-examination music group are discussing Fang Zhao's test papers.

"This kid not only has a solid foundation, but also has insight and spirituality. He is indeed very capable and qualified to enter the twelve laws, and he is rare in talent."

Some experiences cannot be taught by teachers, and they have to rely on students to understand them themselves. Students with strong understanding will be easier to bring.

"If you have a single topic, I will also give you high scores, but if we score, we have to consider our character." A teacher expressed different opinions.

"Why, remember the soundtrack at the end of the ninth season of "Genesis" Yanzhou Chapter?"

"The official information was completed by Fang Zhao himself, but I am still skeptical. It was not something that could be created by someone of his age. Even if he had created some excellent works before, the song in Genesis is different."

"You also said that he is very insightful and spiritual, why do you think he can't do it? There are still geniuses in the world."

"This is not a simple genius to explain! Alas, I don't know how to say that feeling, and you don't understand it either."

The teacher of the papers was divided into two schools. One school felt that Fang Zhao was talented and capable, and he also had a good solution to the problem. It would be fine to give a high score in the re-examination.

But the other faction insisted: I don’t believe it anyway! No matter how Fang Zhao did in the exam, he would definitely find someone to write for those works in the past! For those who are still unwilling to admit that they are looking for someone to write for them, the comprehensive scores in the re-examination will have to be suppressed!

The leader of the music team of the papers looked at the dispute between the two sides and frowned. If he continued to argue like this, he would not be able to produce any results. He said, "Okay, don't argue. If you really can't get a result, just call and ask."

“Ask who?”

"I have asked Xue Jing about it. He denied that he had participated in Fang Zhao's works. I believe he would not lie about it. Moreover, Xue Jing's works have different styles, not him."

"you mean?"

"Go and ask Teacher Mo Lang."

When they heard that they wanted to ask Mo Lang, the two factions stopped talking.

The team leader was angry when he saw everyone's cowardly and pointed to the paper marking teacher who had just clamored the most, "You call yourself to ask."

"I...me?" the teacher stuttered.

"Didn't you just sound very loud? Go and ask."

"I can't blame me. I'm not used to speaking in a low voice because of the influence of singing. Besides, I don't know the signal from Teacher Mo."

"I know, I've called you."

As the head of the paper marking team said, he stuffed the communicator into the hand of the teacher, raised his chin, and signaled to ask quickly.

Mo Lang just came back from Weixing and is still on vacation recently. He has nothing else to do at home, so it is very fast to connect.

The teacher nervously introduced himself first and then explained his purpose, wanting to know if Mo Lang had guided Fang Zhao's creation.

This is a tactful question. Mo Lang has been in this circle for many years. Even if he doesn’t like directors, he will not be able to hear the other party’s meaning. The other party just asked bluntly: Are you always writing for others?

Mo Lang was silent.

This silence is not a default, but a suffocation feeling with dark clouds pressing against each other.

Other teachers also held their breath and lowered their presence. The needles in the room can be heard.

The teacher holding the communicator started to sweat on his forehead, "Mo...Teacher Mo, we are not questioning your character, we are just asking."

Mo Lang was even more silent.

The silence made the scalp of the paper marking teachers numb, and some of them moved away uncomfortablely. They knew that this was the tranquility before the storm.

"Old Mo?" The teacher holding the communicator tentatively. His voice seemed to be weak in energy.

Mo Lang, on the other end of the communication, breathed heavily, but his voice was very calm: "I remember that what Fang Zhao happened before, I had told my colleagues in the circle. What you meant is that I suspect that I was lying?"

"No, no, no! Mr. Mo, we are just asking questions on a routine basis. Don't be excited! Don't be excited!" The teacher's face turned red with anxiety.

Mo Lang suddenly increased his voice and shouted angrily: "It's just a bastard!"

"Don't think too much! We really don't mean that! It's really not!" The teacher was so anxious that he bounced up from the chair. Mr. Mo was a treasure-level artist. If he was angry, they would have finished playing.

"Do you want me to swear to my Universe Medal! Ah? How do you want me to prove it? I will go to Huangyi to prove it to you now! Old man, I can still walk! Doubt me? It is simply a slander of the artistic honor I have won in my life! Trampling on!"

"No, no, you really misunderstood. Of course, we believe that your character is really just a formality! Really!"

The angry scolding continued, and the sweat from the forehead of the paper marking teacher holding the communicator was flowing down.

Mo Lang's words were like big bricks slapped on his head, heavier than the other, and his head was almost fainted.

A man could not withstand Mr. Mo's anger, and he also wanted to find other marking teachers to share the burden.

"You guys help explain..."

However, when he turned around, he found that all the other marking teachers who were originally sitting there ran away.

The person who bears the anger alone: ​​"…"

At this moment, the grass and mud in his heart could fill the entire imperial continent.

Mo Lang trained on the phone for more than ten minutes. He was still old. The assistants were worried about the elderly’s physical condition and persuaded him.

After the call ended, the left-handed teachers walked in one by one, and one of them said:

"I said it a long time ago. We have to be realistic. Good is good. If it is bad, it is bad. If it is bad, it is good. If it is done, it is better. We are just a teacher who is not a teacher. If this person really has a problem, then the instructors should have a headache. Don't be pretentious. Since he has solved the problem well, you can't find any evidence of him asking someone to write for him. Then follow the real situation of the paper,"

The teacher holding the communicator spread out a stiff face like a stone and silently accused them. Why didn’t you say these before dialing the phone?

"Click on the paper?" The teachers who sat down again looked at the team leader.

"Just press the paper." The team leader made the decision.

On the day of the results, many media were staring at Huangyi’s official website.

One thousand takes twelve, and the elimination rate is quite high.

At the right time, the enrollment page of the Huangyi Twelve-Personal Training Class was updated, and the twelve admitted people were also listed.

This list is ranked from high to low according to the comprehensive scores of the re-examination, and Fang Zhao ranked third.

The first two, one is a genius dance artist in his early forties in Huangzhou. He has become famous for many years and is called the successor of the God of Dance.

The second one is a painter in his fifties. In the new century, he was only a young class, from a family of calligraphy and painting, and he is also a genius. Not to mention how many awards he won, what impressed him the most was the two paintings he sold a while ago, which were sold at a price of tens of millions.

Music directions, four were recorded this year, and Fang Zhao was the first in music direction.

In fact, when I saw the final ranking, the music group's marking teachers still regretted it. If they had known this, they would have given Fang Zhao a few points higher than the paper, so they would not have fallen behind dance and calligraphy and painting.

However, the media that are concerned about the enrollment of this training class will not think much about the rankings of each category, and the focus is on Fang Zhao.

Many entertainment media people were still trying hard to step on Fangzhao yesterday, but today they were flattering like they were changing their faces.

What is "The youngest student in the past fifty years of imperial art twelve verses! Another Mo Lang! The Universal Award is not a dream!"

What is "Strength? Or luck? The most spiritual and safe talisman in history!"

The entertainment news media fully utilized their ability to not recognize logic and banter, and Fang Zhao no longer knew himself.

Some critics were not willing to be lonely at this time, and a well-known critic also posted a short comment on his interactive platform

"It's really surprising. Fang Zhao has great potential in the future. No one knows what height he will reach, but one thing is certain. I'm afraid that Fang Zhao will no longer be able to control him in the future."

When the people of Silver Wing saw this, they didn’t know whether to cry or laugh: When did we control him?

From the beginning, Fang Zhao always did something beyond the company's expectations.

I never controlled it!

In Yanzhou, the Martyrs Cemetery Management Department held a ceremony the day after the re-examination results were released.

On this day, the martyrs' cemetery was full of people coming to watch the ceremony, including those from the mainland and those from other countries.

A tourist from another continent looked at the etiquette guards and bands walking in front, then looked at the crowd behind him, and sighed to his partner: "Tsk, look at this formation. Once the ceremony is over, the peace talisman will be sold out."

The friend replied with a look of "You are too naive": "Don't you know? The talismans for this ceremony have been booked long ago! If you want to buy it, you have to queue up!"

Yes, Fang Zhao won the same Ping An Talisman and successfully became an internet celebrity. Tourists from other countries also regarded this place as a must-do.

Someone asked them, there are cemeteries in every continent, why are you all here?

Visitors: Isn’t this a coincidence joining in the fun!

Why don’t you buy it online and travel far to Yanzhou?

Visitors: Because this talisman is too popular, the cemetery shipment cannot keep up, so the online sales are closed and you can only queue up to make an appointment. Come here faster, and you can queue up higher than online.

In fact, many people may not really believe in this, they just follow the trend and join in the fun, thinking that buying it back as a decoration can be done, and giving it to others can also be used.

Fang Zhao, who saw these news, said: "..."

The mood is complicated again.

In Yanbei City Care Retirement, the smile on Mr. Fang’s face has never stopped in the past two days, and that smile makes people feel sour.

"My Xiaozhao is either I brag, he is just capable! How many analysts say he stopped after the first exam, but what about now?" Old Master Fang didn't know how many times he picked up the enrollment list of the twelve-character laws of the Emperor Art for people to show.

"Among the competition among so many outstanding artists, I got the third one. Is this called Tanhua in ancient times?"

An old cadre replied: "I heard that Tanhualang is good-looking, but your great-grandson is not good-looking."
To be continued...