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Chapter 20 Pursuing Dreams Like Horses, Living Up to Our Youth

After the art exams.

Next, Zhang Zeyan went back to school.

The results of the art exams will take about a month to be released.

Moreover, if you are successfully admitted through the art exam, your college entrance exam score must also reach a certain level; otherwise, you will be rejected.

"Zhang Zeyan, I'm back in Tianyang City. Where are you? I'd like to treat you to a meal!"

That noon, Zheng Xinyao sent a message to Zhang Zeyan via Fetion.

"No need, I still have to go to school," Zhang Zeyan replied.

Zheng Xinyao: "Which school do you go to? I'll treat you tonight. It's not easy for me to come back to Tianyang City, please do me the honor!"

Zhang Zeyan: "I can't give you any, I still have to practice the piano tonight."

Zheng Xinyao: "Wow! You can play the piano too! That's amazing..."

Zhang Zeyan: "I have to go now, let's talk next time!"

Zheng Xinyao: "Okay! Goodbye!"

……

Time flies, and more than a month has passed.

For more than a month, Zheng Xinyao sent him many Fetion messages almost every day, which annoyed Zhang Zeyan.

If he didn't feel like he was going to be in the entertainment industry for the rest of his life, he would have really blocked her.

What frustrated Zhang Zeyan the most was that Fetion was the kind of software that would show "read" after someone read it, so it wasn't appropriate not to reply.

So most of the time, after Zheng Xinyao sent him a message, he wouldn't click to read it. He would only click to read it when he had free time and then reply with a couple of sentences.

That morning, Zhang Zeyan was in class.

Zheng Xinyao sent him another message.

Zhang Zeyan didn't check the message, but less than a minute later, Zheng Xinyao called.

"Zhang Zeyan, we've both been accepted into the Southern Metropolis Film Academy!" Zheng Xinyao's excited voice rang out on the other end of the phone.

"Congratulations!" Zhang Zeyan said to Zheng Xinyao.

"Hehe! Congratulations to you too, we'll be classmates from now on." Zheng Xinyao said to Zhang Zeyan with a smile.

"Didn't you apply to several other art schools? Didn't they accept you?" Zhang Zeyan asked Zheng Xinyao.

"I got accepted! I got accepted by Lantian Art Academy and two major art academies on Sirius. But I still decided to study on Water Blue Star, since this is my hometown..." Zheng Xinyao explained to Zhang Zeyan.

"Oh, then I suggest you consider Lantian Art Academy," Zhang Zeyan said.

"I don't accept your suggestion. Lantian Art Academy is too far from Tianyang City. Nandu Film and Television Academy is closer."

"Okay, whatever! I'll hang up now, I'm still in class."

"Alright, hang up now, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zeyan checked the list of art exam admissions for Nandu Film and Television Academy.

Then he saw that his name was indeed on the list.

Next, as long as his college entrance exam scores are acceptable, then everything will be fine.

……

Two months later.

The title in the classroom changed to "Three days until the big exam".

"Students, the big exam is in three days. The school will give you two days off. Take these two days to rest well, familiarize yourself with your exam venue, and strive for good results..."

This world's major test is equivalent to the college entrance examination on Earth.

"Zhang Zeyan, could you sign my yearbook?"

A female classmate approached Zhang Zeyan with a brand-new yearbook.

Upon hearing what the female classmate said, Zhang Zeyan glanced at it, then took the pen and began to write.

[With dreams as your guide, live up to your youth; in the days to come, may your brilliance shine brightly in all directions. — Zhang Zeyan's message to Zeng Jiajia.]

"Zhang Zeyan, write one for me too."

After the first girl took the lead, other girls quickly came up with their yearbooks.

Zhang Zeyan discovered that all the girls' yearbooks were brand new, and they all wanted him to write on the first page.

As classmates, Zhang Zeyan couldn't very well refuse.

May your heart be filled with light, illuminating your path forward; may your steps be firm, tackling all the hardships of the world! — Zhang Zeyan's gift to Liu Shiyu.

[From now on, we will go our separate ways, but please remember, no matter when or where, you must always shine brightly! — Zhang Zeyan to Chen Siqi.]

Some students in the class hadn't prepared yearbooks, but after seeing Zhang Zeyan sign them, they all rushed outside to buy some.

"Zhang Zeyan, you don't have a yearbook yet, right? This is one I bought for you, and I've already signed it for you." A girl took out a yearbook and handed it to Zhang Zeyan.

"Thank you!" Zhang Zeyan said gratefully.

"Zhang Zeyan, I'll sign your contact list second." Seeing that Zhang Zeyan also had a contact list, a girl immediately rushed to ask for an autograph.

For the rest of the time, Zhang Zeyan kept signing autographs for his classmates, and at the same time, his classmates also signed autographs for each other.

Zhang Zeyan's class had more than fifty students, so it took him two or three class periods to finish writing in everyone's yearbook.

Today is the last day for all the students at this school, so many emotional students cried when school ended.

Today's farewell may very well be for a lifetime, so it's no wonder everyone feels reluctant to part.

Infected by this atmosphere, Zhang Zeyan felt an indescribable sadness at parting.

He wasn't in a good mood when he got home in the afternoon.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, Zhang Zeyan took some time to familiarize himself with the examination venue, and spent the rest of his time studying at home.

That day, a person appeared outside Zhang Zeyan's villa.

"Zeyan, your mother is here. Do you want to see her?" Zhang Qin, the aunt, asked Zhang Zeyan.

The person the aunt was referring to was naturally Luo Wenjing, Zhang Zeyan's biological mother.

"What is she doing here?" Zhang Zeyan frowned.

In the past few years, Zhang Zeyan's biological mother, Luo Wenjing, has hardly seen him, and it's unknown what she came for this time.

"I'll go see her."

Zhang Zeyan quickly came outside, but he put on a mask because he didn't want his biological mother to know what he looked like now.

"What do you want from me?" Zhang Zeyan asked Luo Wenjing at the villa's main gate.

"Zeyan, you won't even call me 'Mom' anymore?"

Upon hearing Zhang Zeyan's words, Luo Wenjing immediately looked as if she was about to cry.

"Tell me, what do you want from me? You haven't visited me even once in all these years." Zhang Zeyan showed Luo Wenjing no respect whatsoever.

"Son, I'm your own mother! Don't you even want to call me 'your mother'?" Luo Wenjing said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I acknowledge that you are my biological mother, and I will take care of you when you get old, but not now," Zhang Zeyan said calmly.

Upon hearing Zhang Zeyan's words, Luo Wenjing's tears finally streamed down her face.

"Son, your dad, your dad is gone, sob sob sob..." Luo Wenjing sobbed.

"You mean, Jiang Yong is gone? How did he die?" Zhang Zeyan asked in surprise.

"Your dad got beaten to death in a fight, sob sob sob..." Luo Wenjing continued to sob.

"Jiang Yong was beaten to death? Good riddance! Someone like him should have died long ago." Zhang Zeyan laughed immediately.

"How could you say that about your father..." Luo Wenjing looked incredulous upon hearing Zhang Zeyan's words.

"No way, he's not my dad. My dad's surname is Zhang, not Jiang." Zhang Zeyan waved his hand dismissively.

"And you came to me just to tell me this?" Zhang Zeyan asked Luo Wenjing.

Upon hearing Zhang Zeyan's question, Luo Wenjing quickly replied, "Your father..."

But before she could finish speaking, Zhang Zeyan interrupted her. "I told you he's not my dad."

Upon hearing Zhang Zeyan's words, Luo Wenjing immediately changed her tune, "Your stepfather is gone now. The court said he hit someone first, and the other person killed him in self-defense, so they won't give us a single penny in compensation. Our family's income usually depends on your stepfather. Now that your stepfather is gone, how are we going to live? Waaah..."