After his initial joy, Wen Shaozhuo immediately became nervous and panicked: “But the Dean is such an important person, why would he suddenly seek me out? I-I’m not even a student of theirs…”

Wen Siheng’s eyes widened in excitement: “So what! This is a rare opportunity to communicate face-to-face with an art master!”

Before Wen Shaozhuo could react, Wen Siheng had already dragged him into the study.

The study was piled high with his many past paintings on paper, many of which were assignments he had done after auditing classes for the past two months.

These paintings, combined with the commercial drafts on his tablet, added up to a very impressive number.

Wen Siheng took these numbers and handed them to Wen Shaozhuo, instructing him: “Pick out the ten paintings you are most satisfied with and that have the highest degree of completion.”

Then, pretending to search on the spot, he pulled up a collection page of Dean Gong’s works and instructed again: “Pick another ten paintings that are closest in style to this Dean’s.”

“And then—do you still remember your emotions, state of mind, and thoughts when you painted them? Recall them all. If you get asked, don’t stutter and be unable to answer!”

Wen Shaozhuo broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He asked blankly: “Wait, wait, Brother A’Heng, w-what is this for? Does it need to be so formal?”

Wen Siheng beamed and said, “Of course it does, A’Shao. This is a rare chance to meet Dean Gong! Don’t you want to show all your strength and talent to Dean Gong?”

Wen Shaozhuo was extremely uneasy: “I… Brother A’Heng, I’m too amateur. My meager ability is nothing in Dean Gong’s eyes! I…”

Wen Shaozhuo was so nervous he curled into a ball, looking like he wanted to flee in panic.

But Wen Siheng said, “Of course your ability can’t compare to Dean Gong yet. But since Dean Gong noticed you and invited you, it means there must be something about you that impressed him.”

Wen Siheng smiled calmly: “There’s nothing to be afraid of, A’Shao. He invited you, you accepted the invitation and went. Showing all your ability and talent is a very good response to the invitation. You don’t need to think about any consequences. Besides, even if it goes poorly, it can’t be worse than when we just left home last month, right?”

…Was the situation very bad when we just left home last month?

Wen Shaozhuo zoned out blankly. He thought, Every day before my brother came home was much worse than this.

Wen Shaozhuo felt his brother made sense. Wen Shaozhuo lowered his head.

The system asked the host in confusion: “Host, Host, why don’t you just tell Wen Shaozhuo directly that he needs to work hard to perform well so that Dean Gong will accept him as a student? …This is an opportunity you worked so hard to get for him!”

It knew exactly how much effort the host had spent to get through to those art academy teachers in Dean Gong’s social circle!

The host tried every means to get them to whisper in Dean Gong’s ear, discussing more about this auditor student who “would rather let his twin brother take his own major’s classes just to audit classes in their academy,” to arouse Dean Gong’s interest, which finally led to today’s invitation!

Yet the host seemed indifferent to the mental effort spent on this matter.

The host said: “If I force him to walk the path we’ve marked out and get the result we expect, wouldn’t I become the same kind of person as Papa Wen and Mama Wen?”

The system was extremely worried: “But if Wen Shaozhuo fails, your efforts will be wasted! You did so much because of him, and it’s all for his own good…”

The host asked leisurely: “Look, doesn’t this sound familiar?”

“In my relationship with A’Shao, safe trust is the most important thing. I can’t let A’Shao develop the idea that I’m just like his mom and dad.”

“Besides—”

The host said calmly: “Even if he really fails, so what? All those strategy guides on art masters I made you do won’t be wasted.”

The system: “…”

The system suddenly realized: “So in the end, the workload all falls on the system’s head!”

Having said that.

But in the days before Monday, watching the host secretly prepare a pile of things for Wen Shaozhuo based on the strategy guide, the system couldn’t help but comment: “Host, why do I feel like you’re a parent sending their child to the college entrance exam?”

The host was stunned for three seconds by this comment, then suddenly laughed heartily: “Sometimes you can say very interesting things, AC9999.”

The system was extremely happy!

But shortly after celebrating in its mind, it suddenly realized: “Wait, Host, do you mean that what I usually say is very uninteresting?”

The host laughed at it: “No, no, don’t overthink it. I definitely didn’t mean that.”

Lin Chen sent Wen Shaozhuo to the Dean’s office just like that.

While waiting for Wen Shaozhuo to come out, he went alone to the Strawberry Hot Pot restaurant at the gate of B University for a meal, nearly attracting a certain new boss surnamed Cheng of this shop. Fortunately, Lin Chen repeatedly explained that he really didn’t have time today, so the boss surnamed Cheng didn’t sneak out of his own company to find him.

Wen Shaozhuo stayed in the Dean’s office longer than estimated.

It wasn’t until night was about to fall that Wen Siheng finally received a call from Wen Shaozhuo and picked him up.

When Wen Shaozhuo came out, his expression was dazed and blank, relying entirely on subconscious bodily reactions to reach his brother’s side.

Wen Shaozhuo spoke nervously: “Brother, I…”

Wen Siheng blinked: “How was it, A’Shao? What did you and Dean Gong talk about?”

Wen Shaozhuo: “Dean Gong said… said I have great talent and plans to accept me as a student. He also said I should choose to transfer my major to the Art Academy, even if it’s just in name, I shouldn’t be under the School of Finance…”

Wen Shaozhuo felt dizzy, as if hit by a pie falling from the sky.

If being invited to tea by Dean Gong was still within the range his reason could accept, and he could be excited about it, then what was happening now completely exceeded his imagination.

Wen Shaozhuo’s face was flushed red. He wanted to be excited but didn’t dare; he wanted to be happy but also didn’t dare.

His voice was tight as he asked his brother for help: “Brother A’Heng, do you think Dean Gong might be lying to me? But… what do I have that’s worth him lying for?”

Wen Siheng laughed.

He raised his eyebrows, his voice full of pride: “Lie about what? Our A’Shao’s painting talent is just that good! Whoever accepts A’Shao as a student, it’s their honor!”

Wen Siheng suddenly became extremely excited. He dragged Wen Shaozhuo towards home.

Wen Siheng: “Did you agree with Dean Gong? Just verbally? No problem, that gives us time to properly prepare the things needed for the master-disciple ceremony! …What? Worried Mom and Dad won’t agree to you changing majors? Please, the Dean of the Art Academy personally invited you, what are you still worried about? If they don’t agree, you still have your brother to stand up for you!”

Wen Shaozhuo felt that these days were simply like a dream.

First, he got an angel-like twin brother.

Then he left the suffocating home with his brother, got his own bedroom, and gained the right to paint.

With his brother substituting for his classes, he started auditing courses at the Art Academy.

He was noticed by a professor, invited to tea by the Dean, visited the Dean with exquisite master-disciple gifts prepared by his brother, was accepted as a private student by the Dean, and started writing a transfer application under the Dean’s suggestion…

“…Wen Shaozhuo!”

Wen Shaozhuo was startled and stopped abruptly on the school avenue.

Looking back, the person coming wasn’t a familiar relative, but a teacher who looked slightly familiar.

Wen Shaozhuo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The teacher jogged up, panting as he arrived beside him, and anxiously grabbed his wrist: “I heard you want to transfer majors? And to the Art Academy? Oh my! Isn’t that a waste? Your classroom performance this semester has been so good, why did you suddenly think of transferring? Is there a classmate bullying you?”

Wen Shaozhuo: …?

He was confused for a moment before realizing that what the teacher was talking about was Brother A’Heng’s classroom performance!

…Right! Oh no!

If I transfer away, what about my brother?

My brother seems to really like taking finance classes!

Wen Shaozhuo hastily made up an excuse to brush off the teacher and rushed to the Strawberry Hot Pot restaurant to find his brother.

Sometimes when he had classes and his brother didn’t, his brother liked to come to the store early and eat a Strawberry Hot Pot using the free employee meal benefit.

Today was like that.

As soon as he entered, Brother A’Heng waved him over to eat together. But how could Wen Shaozhuo be in the mood for Strawberry Hot Pot now? He ran to his brother’s side anxiously and guiltily, tugging at his brother’s sleeve and asking in a whisper: “Brother, if I transfer majors and leave, what will happen to you? How about… how about I just stay in the School of Finance? I can audit classes anyway, it makes no difference to me…”

Brother A’Heng laughed so hard he almost choked on a strawberry.

Brother A’Heng: “Oh my, what strange things is A’Shao’s little head worrying about again? If A’Shao can be enrolled in name only and audit classes, can’t I be enrolled in name only and audit classes too?”

Brother A’Heng enthusiastically pulled him down to sit: “Compared to that, A’Shao’s painting skills have improved greatly recently! Can you paint a few pictures for your brother? …Ah, not for me, these are to be given as gifts!”

Wen Shaozhuo’s surging emotions immediately returned to normal.

Wen Shaozhuo was confused: “To be given as gifts?”

Brother A’Heng gestured with a spoon stained with cream, saying with a smile: “Yes! I need four paintings. I’ll tell A’Shao the themes later. A’Shao don’t ask about the use for now, you’ll know later!”

Wen Shaozhuo was confused and extremely curious.

He earnestly painted four pictures according to his brother’s requirements. After receiving them, his brother carefully framed them and then mysteriously disappeared for four days.

On the first day, Wen Siheng took the first work to visit the Qi family.

He entered politely and cautiously, looking left and right, but didn’t see Xiuyi or the butler, only his good Third Dad sitting by the coffee table inviting him for tea.

Wen Siheng lost his caution instantly.

Lin Chen smiled and sat opposite Third Dad, took out the gift, placed it on the side, and said to him: “Long time no see, my Sales Department Minister. As promised, I brought you some gifts this time.”