What does it feel like to successfully transfer schools?

Three months ago, Wen Shaozhuo didn’t dare to even think about it.

But three months later, he was truly standing in the teaching building of the B University Art Academy as an art student!

From the day his transfer was successful, Wen Shaozhuo finally no longer faced boring numbers and theories every day. Various painting tools could finally appear in his backpack legitimately.

He could stand openly and confidently in the art studios of the Art Academy, no longer needing to carefully eavesdrop or audit classes as a humble auditor.

The sky turned blue.

The colors of the world became vivid!

Wen Shaozhuo was busy attending classes and painting every day.

Every now and then, Dean Gong would take him to other provinces and cities to participate in exhibitions or exchange meetings.

So much so that for a long time, he couldn’t find time to go to work and clock in at the strawberry hotpot restaurant with Brother A’Heng.

However, Brother A’Heng was very understanding of his busyness and raised both hands in support.

Brother A’Heng said, “A’Shao, just be busy. Brother is watching the house, no thieves will come! Just protect yourself outside and come home safely!”

Wen Shaozhuo felt very apologetic about not being able to accompany his brother.

He could only try his best to take orders and paint in his spare time, and then send all the money earned from the orders, minus the living expenses needed at school, to his brother.

He told his brother several times a day, “Brother, don’t be too busy at work. If you’re tired, sick, or don’t want to work, then don’t work. A’Shao can make money now!”

Lin Chen received the money and was somewhat distressed. “Paying money so actively, how can my script continue?”

The System was distressed along with the Host, but it was always positive and optimistic. “It doesn’t matter, Host. Anyway, there’s still half a year left. Wen Shaozhuo will surely have times when he pays slowly!”

Thinking about the original script, Lin Chen had an even bigger headache. “Doesn’t this make me look more like I’m scamming money?”

Wen Shaozhuo didn’t know what his brother was thinking.

He simply thought that since his brother had pulled him out of the quagmire of life, he must work hard to give his brother a better life!

During this time, the only thing that troubled him a little was those boring reporters who wanted to interview him about everything, big or small.

Like now—

“Mr. Wen Jr.! Mr. Wen Jr.! How do you feel about being accepted as a student by Master Gong?”

“What do you think is your biggest advantage in painting compared to your peers? Did your parents provide you with a high-quality painting environment and resources since childhood?”

“I heard that in order to pursue art, you chose to transfer from the School of Finance with the highest cutoff score at B University. Did you consider future employment issues when making this choice?”

“Mr. Wen Jr.! Mr. Wen Jr.! …Chirp chirp…”

As soon as Wen Shaozhuo left the school gate after class, this familiar group of annoying reporters swarmed him again from alleys and paths, surrounding him, scrambling to be first, chattering away.

Wen Shaozhuo, who was already introverted and not good with words, blacked out on the spot from these noisy words!

Wen Shaozhuo: “…Sorry, sorry, please make way, I’m in a hurry…”

Wen Shaozhuo used all his strength to flee from the group of reporters in panic.

He didn’t dare answer any topic from the reporters, fearing that a single answer would trap him forever in their siege.

Of course, Wen Shaozhuo could understand that these reporters blocking his way were doing it for work.

But what annoyed him very much was that it was fine if these reporters annoyed him, but how could they annoy his brother?!

Wen Shaozhuo was afraid that his brother would also be affected today and be entangled by reporters unable to get away.

After getting rid of this group of reporters, he hurriedly covered his head with the hood of his coat and rushed quickly toward the strawberry hotpot restaurant.

“Ding dang!—”

The door of the strawberry hotpot restaurant opened, and the wind blew past the wind chimes at the door, ding-dang-ding-dang.

Wen Shaozhuo swept his gaze across the store and soon found his brother entangled by a reporter!

He rarely got angry.

He strode forward and shouted loudly, “Brother A’Heng!”

However, when he took two big steps closer, he found that his brother, who usually hated reporters as much as he did, didn’t look annoyed when entangled today. Instead, his expression carried an anger that didn’t seem directed at the reporter.

Hearing his voice, Brother A’Heng looked up, and all emotions quickly converged to the bottom.

Brother A’Heng smiled. “Ah, A’Shao! Just in time, come here quickly!”

Wen Shaozhuo was somewhat puzzled.

He sat naturally next to his brother, put his backpack beside him, and considering outsiders were present, his voice appeared very restrained. “Brother?”

Seeing him, the reporter sitting opposite became happy instantly.

Brother A’Heng reached out and held the reporter down, saying to the reporter, “Tell him what this is all about!”

Wen Shaozhuo looked at the reporter in confusion.

The reporter turned to him, cleared his throat, and said seriously, “It’s like this, Mr. Wen Jr. Recently, we had the honor of interviewing Mr. Wen Yifeng and Ms. Wen Qingcai and learned about your growth experience when you were young…”

Wen Shaozhuo: “?”

Reporter: “I heard that you showed extraordinary painting talent since childhood. Mr. and Ms. Wen realized this when you were very young and consciously let you explore painting…”

Wen Shaozhuo: “???”

The smile disappeared from Wen Shaozhuo’s face.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief. “What? Who said that? Who let me explore painting??”

The reporter took out a newspaper clipping from his pocket, handed it solemnly to Wen Shaozhuo, and said, “If you don’t believe it, you can look at this interview report.”

Wen Shaozhuo snatched the newspaper and scanned the interview rapidly. The further down he read, the more uncomfortable and difficult his breathing became.

…What cultivation since childhood? What respecting his hobbies and talents?

They clearly hadn’t supported him for even a second… not a single second, until he transferred schools!

Clearly, it was his brother who came to him, encouraged him to leave home, encouraged him to pick up the paintbrush again, and taught him how to create a new life with the paintbrush… It was his brother who presented this entire world to him!

Mom and Dad… what right do they have to take away this credit belonging to his brother?!

The reporter said in a deep voice, “But just now we interviewed Mr. Siheng. He said the content of this report is not detailed. But considering your personal privacy, Mr. Siheng wasn’t willing to tell us what the truth is. He said to wait for you to come and let you personally decide whether to overthrow the content of this report.”

Wen Shaozhuo looked up at his brother in astonishment.

His brother also seemed a bit unhappy about this matter, listlessly propping his head up and eating strawberries at the moment.

But meeting his gaze, his brother still tried hard to cheer up, looked up, and smiled at him. “What’s wrong, A’Shao? This is A’Shao’s business anyway, A’Shao should decide for himself.”

…Brother is respecting his decision.

Wen Shaozhuo knew he could always feel at ease with his brother.

But precisely because of this, Wen Shaozhuo was even angrier about the content of the report in his hand!

Wen Shaozhuo flushed red and pushed the report onto the table. “…It’s not like that! Mom and Dad… they never supported my painting at all!”

The reporter immediately took out a notebook and asked seriously, “Do you mean Mr. and Ms. Wen actually never provided any help on your art path?”

“They—”

Wen Shaozhuo was about to admit it angrily.

But just then, his rationality suddenly knocked on his head. His gaze fell on the reporter’s notebook.

…Wait. Reporter.

If he said something now and the reporter wrote it down, they would definitely publish his words in a report, right!

…Embarrassing Mom and Dad in front of the public?

Is this… okay??

Wen Shaozhuo’s voice got stuck blankly.

He subconsciously looked to his side for help, hoping to get some advice from his brother.

Sure enough, his brother never let him down.

His brother thought seriously for a moment and said, “If A’Shao, you are unwilling to let the world spread a fake story, then clarify it. If A’Shao, you think the truth of the story is not as important as Mom and Dad’s face, then keep it.”

…The truth of the story, and Mom and Dad’s face?

This is clearly about whether to tacitly allow Mom and Dad to steal Brother’s credit!

Wen Shaozhuo stared fixedly at his brother for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head sideways, rarely tough, and said word by word to the reporter, “…I can accept an interview.”

“But you must guarantee that my meaning is reported exactly as it is, absolutely no misinterpreting my meaning! And, it must be published!”

…

Long before the results of Shaozhuo’s transfer application came out, Wen Yifeng had tasted the feeling of his son bringing him face in the painting industry. Regarding his son running off to study painting, he actually wasn’t that disgusted anymore.

…Otherwise?

Is it glorious to listen to professors from the School of Finance lament every day that Shaozhuo failed his courses again in the new semester and only passed the line thanks to their efforts?

His wife had always had opinions about this.

But when it came to who in the world understood his wife’s temperament best, Wen Yifeng felt he definitely ranked first.

…Listen to the scrambling praises from people around and major media, look at the activity level of his son’s name these days. Isn’t this much better than when his son was barely alive and unknown studying finance back then?

Wen Yifeng coaxed his wife, “At least it sounds good when spoken. And Shaozhuo really hasn’t been suicidal during this time, he doesn’t even need to take antidepressants anymore. His state is much better than before, not without gains.”

His wife was reluctantly swayed by him.

She just refused to admit it verbally. “…Look at what I said. I said this so-called depression is essentially just bad mood and inability to think things through. See, once he transferred schools and his mood improved, all illnesses disappeared?”

Having said that, Wen Qingcai also had to admit that Shaozhuo’s performance these days indeed gained them a lot of face in gatherings with various bosses.

…At least they didn’t have to hold back smiles and pretend not to care, waving their hands and saying bullshit like “How can we control Shaozhuo’s affairs? Let him do whatever he loves!” when people idly chatted about their descendants at the dinner table!

Now, when people in the circle asked, they could finally say modestly and proudly, “Oh my, Shaozhuo’s artistic talent? Actually, we discovered it long ago. See, recently he wanted to transfer schools, and we all supported him very much!”

Whenever this happened, there would always be a few bosses in the circle who were just about to have children leaning over to consult their parenting experience.

And they were never stingy about sharing their experience and insights.

They liked this benign cycle of consultation-sharing-being praised very much.

That day, when this topic came up at the dinner table, they admitted their wise education of Shaozhuo calmly and modestly as always.

A boss with a big gold chain from the southern region suddenly let out a puzzled “Eh.”

Wen Yifeng and Wen Qingcai never liked this boss.

They felt this boss was a country bumpkin, a nouveau riche from the south! Little EQ, pitifully short-sighted, wanting to walk sideways in the Imperial Capital relying on that little money in his pocket.

Wen Qingcai frowned imperceptibly and looked sideways with a smile. “What’s wrong? Boss Jin?”

They saw Boss Jin holding a mobile phone, looking at them strangely. “I heard you discovered Shaozhuo’s artistic talent when he was very young and have been cultivating it?”

Wen Yifeng was modest. “Whether cultivating or not, it’s all Shaozhuo’s own good talent. We just did what parents should do.”

Boss Jin let out an “Eh” again, even more puzzled. “Is that so? But how come when I look at your Shaozhuo’s interview with the Imperial Capital Daily, he didn’t say that at all?”