"I want to study at the S City Academy of Fine Arts, but my parents don't agree. Brother, please help me."
Fang Xuemei had probably quarreled with her parents before about filling up her volunteers. Now that she saw Fang Xiaoyue coming back, she hurriedly wanted to recruit reinforcements. She jumped over and hugged Fang Xiaoyue's arm, shaking her vigorously.
"Stop shaking, my head is almost dizzy."
To say that Fang Xuemei wanted to study in the Academy of Fine Arts, he could guess what his sister was thinking.
I just want to find a school with a strong backing so that it will be easier in the future.
Well, in this regard, she is somewhat similar to Fang Xuefeng, much more lazy than ordinary people.
In Fang Xuemei's words, it would be great if our family had not gone bankrupt. I could comfortably play games, read comics, eat snacks, and occasionally go out for sightseeing all my life.
It just so happened that Fang Xiaoyue happened to be an associate professor at the Academy of Fine Arts in City S. In Fang Xuemei's opinion, she just had a suitable golden thigh. Her brother hugged the thigh without any psychological burden at all.
But here comes the problem. The Academy of Fine Arts is an art school. Unlike those comprehensive universities, you need to take an art exam if you want to enter the Academy of Fine Arts.
Although it is not difficult to solve this problem with Fang Xiaoyue's current status, the problem is that the admission score of S City Academy of Fine Arts last year was only 560 points.
Fang Xuemei’s score of 621 means that she wants to study at the S City Academy of Fine Arts.
But Fang’s father and Fang’s mother felt that they were at a big disadvantage. Why not fill in the Z-maximum score of 610?
Even an S major with a score of 590 is fine!
Fang Xiaoyue, who was caught between her parents and her sister, felt that she shouldn't have gone home today, and things would be difficult to handle now.
If you support your parents, my sister will probably hate herself to death. If you support my sister, my mother has not made fried lean meat with dried bamboo shoots for a long time.
In the end, Fang Xiaoyue could only look at her sister Fang Xueqing for help.
But at this time, Fang Xueqing seemed not to have seen Fang Xiaoyue's distress signal. She looked down at her phone without realizing it, and then exclaimed: "Ah, SYW sent an urgent message. I need to go back to the room to deal with it. You guys have dinner first."
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After saying these words, Fang Xueqing shook her long legs and rushed back to the bedroom on the second floor.
After moving to this single-family villa, Fang Xueqing became much more financially comfortable because she no longer had to support the family, so she even bought an FSYR all-in-one machine to put in a 55-square-meter bedroom.
It is convenient for you to do some small orders received outside the company.
Well, after she becomes familiar with this aspect of the business, she plans to borrow some money from her brother and quit her job to open a studio.
After all, these days, working for others is definitely not as comfortable as being your own boss.
Especially for a nearly stunning beauty like Fang Xueqing, she would really encounter too much trouble when she went to work in the company.
The boss, the boss's prying eyes, the pursuit of colleagues, and the flowers sent to the front desk for Fang Xueqing to receive from time to time.
Well, to be honest, if Fang Xueqing hadn't been from a wealthy family before, she might have fallen under the pursuit of the young master.
Not to mention that Fang Xueqing ran back to the bedroom to avoid the dispute at home.
Fang Xiaoyue was a little confused at this time.
But in the end, Fang's father and Fang's mother had to retreat.
No way, they were helpless when their daughter had to go to S City Academy of Fine Arts to study.
Of course, on second thought, this is also a good thing.
After all, S City Academy of Fine Arts is not far from Que Lake, and the villa area where they live is not far from Que Lake. If you drive, it will take at most twenty-five minutes.
Thinking about it this way, Fang's mother felt that it would be good to see Fang Xuemei often.
Fang Xuemei went to school to fill out her application form.
Fang Xiaoyue had to go back to the Academy of Fine Arts again.
No way, if Fang Xuemei wants to go to the Academy of Fine Arts, she still has to pass the art exam.
Of course, with Fang Xiaoyue coming forward, Fang Xuemei also has some basic painting skills, and she applied for the S City Academy of Fine Arts with a high score of 621, which is nearly 90 points higher than this year's score line.
That’s right, the score line for S City Academy of Fine Arts has dropped again this year.
This is also a helpless thing. Since there has been no master for a long time, the attractiveness of S City Academy of Fine Arts to students is also declining.
After all, if everyone was just a well-known painter, many students would prefer to choose an art academy close to their hometown instead of going to the S city art academy thousands of miles away.
When Mo Xiaoyun drove Fang Xiaoyue to S City Academy of Fine Arts.
Old Man Mo's old friend was standing angrily in his office, yelling.
"Hey, old man Mo! I mean, why are you so active in helping me pull the strings? You acted preemptively and dragged Master Fang into your art academy!"
My old friend thought that with the help of Old Man Mo, Master Fang's entry into their art academy would be settled.
But after he was hanging out with friends in City S and spent a few days comfortably, he suddenly received the news.
Master Fang has been hired as an associate professor by S City Academy of Fine Arts!
I go!
When my old friend heard the news, he almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.
After he woke up, he went to Old Man Mo's office angrily and had been clamoring in the office for a while.
Faced with the anger of his old friend, Old Man Mo was very self-reliant and not angry at all. He was even worried that his old friend had a dry mouth, so he poured the tea himself and carried it over.
Who would be angry? Anyway, the benefits have been obtained.
Let your old friend scold you a few times. Anyway, there is no way that S City Academy of Fine Arts will let Master Fang run away.
"Dean Mo."
Just when the old friend was furious, a voice sounded outside the door, and it was Fang Xiaoyue who had arrived.
Seeing Fang Xiaoyue arrive, Old Mo ignored his old friend at all and hurriedly pulled Fang Xiaoyue to the sofa and sat down: "Professor Fang, what can I do?"
"this......."
Fang Xiaoyue looked at her old friends in the office and felt uncomfortable talking about her sister in front of outsiders.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoyue was a little hesitant and his eyes fell on his old friend, Old Man Mo immediately understood that he had some private matters to take care of.
Obviously, Master Fang regards himself as one of his own, which is a good thing.
Without saying anything, Old Man Mo immediately invited his old friend out with a smile on his face.
Master Fang has personal matters here. He is an old friend. We will talk about it later.
When Fang Xiaoyue explained the matter, Old Man Mo smiled: "This is a small matter, I can just arrange it."
After settling Fang Xuemei's matter, Fang Xiaoyue focused on preparing lessons.
After all, he had experience in this area, so he had prepared a semester's lesson plan before the start of school.
The next thing is to interview and assess the master's students.
This interview assessment is not conducted uniformly, but depends on the time agreed between the tutors and the students.