Chapter 889: Admission Notice

Wu Hongkang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and didn't speak again.

"Wait!" Zhang Shenghui grabbed the half bottle of beer, "We will definitely meet Zhou Andong at the summit."

Watching Zhang Shenghui drinking with his head up, Wu Hongkang couldn't help but say: "Didn't you say you quit drinking?"

"Cough!"

Zhang Shenghui coughed violently, almost choking, and hurriedly picked up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth.

"Old Wu, you are really asking about which pot is not open."

Wu Hongkang laughed heartily: "I'm a relatively honest person, I believe whatever anyone says."

Zhang Shenghui shook his head slightly: "A minute ago, I still thought you, Old Wu, were relatively honest, but now I don't think so."

Wu Hongkang laughed again, picked up the wine bottle: "Come, let's go one!"

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Looking at the returning Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu said with a smile: "If you didn't come back, we were planning to go to the restroom to fish you out."

"Ran into Wu Hongkang of Hongxing and Zhang Shenghui of Qin Chi," Zhou Andong sat down, "Chatted with them for a few words."

An Jing looked at Zhou Andong: "Why don't you ask how Xiao Qin did on the exam? You, as an older brother, are too unqualified."

Zhou Andong said shamelessly: "It's enough to have you, a qualified sister, and it doesn't matter whether I, as an older brother, am qualified or not."

"Shameless!" An Jing scolded with a smile, "Xiao Qin did very well. Registration starts on the 23rd, four days left, and classes officially start on September 6th."

Jian Qiu asked Zhou Anqin with a smile: "Did you get the notice?"

"Got it!" Zhou Anqin happily took out a file bag from her small bag, "Jing Jie knew that after I came back, I would go find her first thing, so I've been carrying it with me."

Jian Qiu took it, opened the file bag, and took out a piece of paper.

The front is red, with the six small characters "Central Academy of Fine Arts" on it, and the five large characters "Admission Notice" below.

The back is white, with student name, recruitment size, issuance date, registration date, and finally the dean's signature.

Zhou Andong took it and glanced at it, with a look of disdain: "For any student, the admission notice is the most important gift in life."

"If it were another school, I wouldn't say anything, but CAFA is the holy land of art in the hearts of the people. It's fine to fool around with a piece of crappy paper, but it's so ugly, not to mention damaging the reputation, what do you think the child who received the notice would think?"

"Is this the admission notice for the school I worked so hard to get into? It's the temple school in my heart, the holy land of art in the hearts of the people, and they don't even know how to design an admission notice?"

An Jing's face got darker and darker: "What do you want to say!"

"Look at you, why is your face black?" Zhou Andong raised his wine glass, "Come, drink one!"

An Jing ground her teeth, staring at Zhou Andong's neck, really wanting to take a bite.

An Jing ignored him, Zhou Andong drank a sip himself: "I just want to give Comrade Old An a suggestion, as an art academy, design the admission notice a bit more beautifully. This way the school has face, and the students have a sense of pride, right?"

An Jing took a deep breath, comforting herself in her heart, don't get angry with this bastard.

"When you have time, go give the suggestion to Old An yourself."

"Okay!" Zhou Andong nodded: "I just happen to have something to find him for, so tomorrow night, you help me make an appointment, go to your house."

"Want to go to my house?" An Jing hummed: "No way, if you want to see Old An, make an appointment yourself."

"You!" Zhou Andong said helplessly: "Chatting, why are you still angry? Don't be so small-minded, be generous. Especially girls, small-minded, always getting angry makes you old fast."

"Shut up!" An Jing's little white teeth creaked, "Believe it or not, I'll scratch your face into a flower, and even Jian Qiu can't save you."

Jian Qiu chuckled: "This bastard is sometimes too annoying, I even want to scratch him, but I can't do it. Just right, you do this, I absolutely won't save him."

"..."

An Jing glared at Jian Qiu speechlessly: "I'm going to the restroom!"

"Me too!" Jian Qiu got up and followed.

They stayed in the bar until past ten o'clock before coming out. Standing by the railing, Zhou Andong lit a cigarette, looking at the cruise ships in the distance, faintly able to hear the singing coming over.

Jian Qiu held Zhou Anqin's hand: "There are still a few days before going to school to register, tomorrow I will take you to buy some clothes, and some daily necessities."

"I have clothes!" Zhou Anqin shook her head: "The bedding is also there, it's at Jing Jie's place, I'll just take it to school, no need to buy."

"You have to buy bedding!" An Jing said: "If you take the one from home, what will you cover when you come back on Sunday? And daily necessities, washbasins, towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, thermos, etc., all have to be bought, I'll go with you tomorrow too."

After chatting for a while, the group dispersed.

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The next morning, just past seven o'clock, Jian Mingfan was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the urgent ringing of the phone in the living room.

Immediately after, he heard his father answering the phone: "Delivery? What delivery?"

Jian Mingfan sat up with a start, then jumped out of bed, opened the door, and ran out.

"Mine, mine!" Jian Mingfan snatched the phone: "Where are you? The phone booth at the entrance, right? Okay, you wait there, I'll come find you."

After saying this, he hung up the phone, ran back to the bedroom, quickly put on his clothes, and then ran out like a gust of wind.

Seeing his father Jian Zhengrong frowning: "What are you doing?"

Jian Mingfan put on his shoes: "Picking up goods!"

"Bang!" Jian Mingfan rushed out and closed the door with a bang.

"What did he go to do again?" Jian Mingfan's mother Zhao Ping came out of the kitchen with breakfast.

"Picking up goods!" Jian Zhengrong sat on the sofa, flipping through yesterday's municipal evening newspaper.

"Picking up goods? Picking up what goods?" Zhao Ping looked confused.

"How would I know," Jian Zhengrong didn't even raise his head, "The phone call just now was for delivery. Before I could ask what it was, your son snatched the phone."

"My son!" Zhao Ping said with dissatisfaction: "Isn't he your son?"

Jian Zhengrong laughed: "Third brother is looking for me for something, and invited us to dinner tonight."

"I'm not going!" Zhao Ping turned and entered the kitchen, "I can't pee in the same pot as their family."

Jian Zhengrong sighed helplessly: "It's been so many years, can't you..."

"Can't!" Zhao Ping put a plate of pickled cucumbers on the table with a bang, "Don't mention them to me again."

"Alright, alright!" Jian Zhengrong said hurriedly: "Won't mention, won't mention."

Zhao Ping sat down: "When are you leaving?"

"The things are done, I'll accompany you for a day tomorrow, and leave the day after tomorrow." Jian Zhengrong got up and sat at the table.

At this time, the sound of opening the door came from outside, followed by Jian Mingfan holding the radiator and entering.

Jian Zhengrong looked up: "What is this?"

Zhao Ping also looked curious, Jian Mingfan chuckled: "Isn't my second brother's birthday coming up? This is the birthday gift I bought for him."