Chapter 13

◎The ambition to work hard◎

Du Ningyang was stunned for a moment, and said very straightforwardly: "I don't want his money."

"Why don't you want it?" Zhu Yao advised: "You are stupid, why do you have to go against money?"

Du Ningyang insisted: "But I have nothing to do with Zhu He now, what's the point of taking his money? I don't want his money."

Especially the money from selling accounts, she hated everything about Dreamwalking Universe.

Wen Xu patted her shoulder, "Well, you should take my money. You transfer the money back to Zhu He, and I will share the rent with you. I will take some design drafts, and pay you all the rent when I make money."

People can laugh when they are speechless. Du Ningyang said: "It's a pity that you are penniless now, and you don't even have a laptop. Even if someone asks you to do a draft, you can't do the work."

"As for steamed buns, there will always be some," Wen Xu was optimistic like a cartoon character just out of the fairy tale world.

Du Ningyang laughed twice.

After a brief warmth in the morning, it was time to return to the real world. Du Ningyang didn't believe that Wen Xu would really be kicked out, so he took her back to the Wen family. The servants followed Han Ling's advice and didn't let Wen Xu take away clothes and other luggage, not even the mobile phone charging cable.

She conveyed earnestly: "Young Master, Madam said that when you completely break up with Miss Du, you can go home."

"Then I won't go back," Wen Xu pulled Du Ningyang's sleeve and was about to leave, "Tell them to take care of themselves."

The servant hurriedly stopped him, "Young Master, I watched you grow up, listen to my advice, don't be stubborn anymore, you love watching movies so much, you should have seen "Rouge Button", you can't stand the hardship of being penniless!"

Wen Xu snorted.

On the way to see the store, Du Ningyang asked Wen Xu: "What is "Rouge" about?"

Wen Xu smiled, "It's a love story. The eldest master Twelve Young Master and the dancing girl Ruhua fell in love and agreed to commit suicide, but Twelve Young Master backed out at the critical moment, leaving Ruhua alone waiting for him at the Naihe Bridge for fifty years."

Du Ningyang was objective, "Ruhua is so stupid, and the man is so cheap. But it's true that you can't stand the hardship of being penniless."

Wen Xu retorted, "Who said I have no money? This is only temporary."

Du Ningyang sighed, "You have never made money, and you think it's easy to make money."

Two hours later, they stood in the store and returned to the topic again. Du Ningyang was determined that Wen Xu could not make money.

Seeing the two poor guys talking about this and that, without any concerted effort to face the outside world, Zhu Yao almost got angry and interrupted, "Hey, I'm still here. Can you focus on the business?"

"Uh," Du Ningyang naturally reached out to cover Wen Xu's chattering mouth, "You say."

Many actions can only be done by people who have had close contact. Zhu Yao was angry on the surface, but secretly ate melons, "I say, you should take this money, and don't transfer it back to Zhu He." Before

Du Ningyang could refute, Zhu Yao said again, "Don't you know him yet? If you transfer it back to him, he will transfer it to you again, and then call me to ask if you received it - and then it will never end! Besides, Du Ningyang, he has basically relied on you to support him in Shenzhen for the past three years. You should take this money. If you don't take it, he will rush to the Dreamwalking Universe and waste it."

Although Zhu He had spent more than 240,000 yuan in the Dreamwalking Universe,

"But I can make money myself," Du Ningyang still shook his head like a rattle.

The landlord came in, looking haggard, and it was obvious that he had failed in the negotiation with his wife. He said, "8,000 yuan is still too low. My wife disagrees. The lowest price is 8,500 yuan without deposit."

"Okay," Zhu Yao said first, "We'll pay for two years in one go, sign the contract before lunch, and come to clean up in the afternoon to open the store as soon as possible."

I thought they would still bargain, but they suddenly became so straightforward. The landlord smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

Zhu Yao grabbed Du Ningyang's wrist and left, "Just think of it as a loan from me. Return it to me later. I'll keep it for Xiao Tao'er to go to college. Anyway - anyway! Don't return it to Zhu He."

Du Ningyang had to "surrender".

In the afternoon, the two of them took Wen Xu to the second-hand market and bought two solid wooden beds. They tried lying on them one by one in the mattress store, and finally bargained the price so hard that the shopping guide almost cried.

"This really means I'll lose money," the shopping guide said with a sad face, "At least let me make some money, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the boss, ten yuan will do."

"Okay, then add ten yuan, and I'll add two more four-piece sets to increase your performance," Du Ningyang took out his card domineeringly, "Pay the order, can you deliver it now?" "Okay, it

's not across the district, right?"

"No, it's nearby, ten minutes drive."

The shopping guide wrote the order and handed it to Du Ningyang to fill in the address. She half-turned her body, leaned over, tucked the hair that fell on her forehead behind her ears, and wrote stroke by stroke.

Her handwriting was very beautiful, with a neatness that didn't match her personality. Wen Xu stood behind her and watched quietly.

Except for her name, it was still written in a flamboyant manner.

"Fill in the collection agent here too," the shopping guide saw that there were two blank lines and reminded, "In case you didn't receive the call."

Zhu Yao was in a hurry to pick up Xiao Tao'er. Du Ningyang glanced at Wen Xu and raised his chin, "You write it."

She couldn't write his phone number from memory.

Wen Xu obediently stepped forward and wrote stroke by stroke, then imitated her and signed his name in a flamboyant style.

Consignee: Du Ningyang.

Agent for consignee: Wen Xu.

He studied the delivery note for a long time.

This was the second time their names appeared side by side on the same plane. The last time was ten years ago. It was just a small coincidence when Teacher Lu was pasting pictures. It seemed normal to others.

But his heartbeat was as fast as it is now, and the corners of his mouth were raised, just as he couldn't suppress it now.

-People

are either always unlucky, or they stumble somewhere and then feel proud of themselves somewhere else. Du Ningyang is not too bad, barely stepping on the edge of the latter.

That afternoon's test, a total of three paintings were drawn, one each of a quick sketch, a sketch, and a watercolor. The time given was very tight, and many people did not finish their paintings. She was so angry at Zhuge and Wu You that her brain was hot, and she drew lines and painted on the canvas like she was venting her anger.

The rumored little universe exploded. Her three paintings were ranked among the best, and the total score was the best in history. Miraculously, she got the eighth place in the class. The works were posted in the "Excellent Works" column of the class for display.

Zhu Yao and Xu Zhaolin were shocked - how does the saying go, there are two kinds of success in the world that are unacceptable, one is the success of the enemy, and the other is the success of friends.

Xu Zhaolin said sourly without hiding it, "If I had known she was so good, I would not sympathize with her. People either suffer the pain of love or the pain of painting, but the key is - Du Ningyang's pain in love is not that bitter, it has not yet sprouted." Zhu

Yao echoed: "Where is it bitter? One is to say goodbye to an unreliable man, and the other is to reach the peak of life. Du Ningyang really has good days ahead."

It turns out that it feels so good to be at the top? All unhappiness can be resolved by these three high scores.

Du Ningyang stood in front of the "Excellent Works", tiptoed, and looked at the gap between himself and the seventh place.

It didn't seem to be much different. Oh, maybe the difference was in the signature. The two words "Wen Xu" were written very neatly, while the three words "Du Ningyang" looked like scribbles.

"Write better next time," she thought to herself, "I wonder what it feels like to be the first."

Du Ningyang bit his finger, stepped back to return to his seat, and bumped into a chest. Wen Xu was caught off guard and cried out "Ouch."

"Sorry--" As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped on his shoes again, a pair of spotless white sneakers.

This backfired even more. Du Ningyang lowered his head, and his side bangs fell down weakly, covering his eyes. She pouted awkwardly.

If she looked up at this moment, she would find that Wen Xu was laughing, but she didn't, she just said "I'm so sorry" again.

"It's okay," Wen Xu said in a light voice, "Du Ningyang, you painted very well this time."

"You painted better," she and he praised each other, "Well... Especially good, I feel better than the first place."

"You painted well, your lines are sharp."

"You painted well, your score is higher than mine."

Even though she was still muttering in her heart that she didn't sign her name properly.

The class bell rang, and the students ran to their seats one after another. Du Ningyang turned around and went in the direction of the base. For no reason, Wen Xu grabbed her, "Du Ningyang, let's cheer together."

"Well," she answered without thinking: "Come on together."

Of course she had to cheer, she didn't take his words too seriously, nor did she think about how much courage Wen Xu had in this conversation.

Of course, the cultural course scores of art students are also very important. When spring came, Du Ningyang wailed at the mid-term exam score with an average score of 50-"Fuck! Who the hell made the test paper! Do you want me to die?"

Then, she heard in the studio that the cultural course admission score of Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts in the past few years was close to 500.

She finally mentioned the name again, "Zhu Zhu, how did he get admitted if he plays like that every day?"

"Because..." Zhu Yao hesitated, "My family doesn't allow me to tell."

"Tell us, we are your family too, we will keep it a secret for you," Xu Zhaolin pressed, "Do you have any secrets for the exam? Don't hide them."

"Only God, the earth, you and me know it," Zhu Yao swallowed and spoke with great difficulty, "He went to the branch of Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts, not the real Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts."

"What do you mean?"

With Zhu Yao's level of expression and Du Ningyang and Xu Zhaolin's understanding ability, one didn't explain it clearly, and both didn't understand.

"It's just... some schools will have branch schools, but you get the diploma from the branch school, not the main school. Simply put, Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts is a good school, and the branch school of Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts is very poor. You can get in with about 200 points." "

Then didn't he use the title of Huaimei student to cheat people before?"

"Not really... the main reason is that you didn't ask in detail. Didn't he say that he was at the Lihu campus? Huaimei doesn't have a campus there, and only students from the branch school go to class there."

"Do we still have to make a distinction?"

Du Ningyang saw his dismal score of just over 300 points, and imagined himself being admitted to the Huaimei branch school and his miserable life afterwards.

"Hey, Du Ningyang, why don't you say anything?"

"Zhuzhu's image has collapsed, she must have collapsed."

So that spring, she made a vow to work hard and swear to surpass Zhuzhu and his ilk and get admitted to the real Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts.