Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 36 - 033 He is now a good student (Second update)
Chapter 36 -033 He is now a good student (Second update)
Chapter 36 -033 He is now a good student (Second update)
“You’re saying Youming ran into Jiajia in the city?”
Xie Jingying’s face was full of displeasure, “Did she do it on purpose? Waiting there specifically for Youming? That wretched girl is so scheming…”
Song Xiwen couldn’t listen to it anymore, “Youming just came back from training camp yesterday, how would she know where he’d go today? Mom, I’ve told you so many times not to always be so hostile towards Jiajia. Why won’t you listen?” It’s gotten to the point where even Zhou Youming thinks that her parents did something when he suddenly sees Jiajia appear in the city.
Xie Jingying thought to herself that Jiajia wasn’t even from her own womb, so what good would it do to be nice to her?
She made a perfunctory response with her lips, “Alright, alright, I got it. You shouldn’t give her money—your uncle has given her some, she has money. You just need to take care of yourself, take care of your family of three. If you run out of money, just tell your parents, we have some.”
Song Xiwen was speechless for a moment. She had wanted to talk to her mom about what kind of university Jiajia might attend after getting into Experimental Middle School, what her future prospects would be like, and about her background… Forget it, Zhou Youming was at home right now anyway, and this topic wasn’t suitable to bring up at the moment.
…..
Meanwhile, Song Jiawen went straight to the classroom after returning to school.
Upon seeing her return, Zhu Zhen immediately came over, “Did you do the physics competition paper the teacher gave us yesterday?”
Song Jiawen nodded; she had found time to finish it while eating lunch at Song Qingping’s place.
Zhu Zhen flipped through it and sighed, “You even did the last two big questions. I only figured out part of them; the last two sub-questions completely stumped me…”
As he spoke, he stood at the table in front of Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan, and as he looked over the paper, his face revealed an expression of sudden realization, “So this is how it’s solved… Song Jiawen, I’m taking your paper to give to the physics teacher.”
After Zhu Zhen left, Jiang Yan asked Song Jiawen, “How was it today? Did you see the person?”
“I did.”
Song Jiawen thought for a bit and still decided to tell Jiang Yan about her apprenticeship to Song Qingping.
“Holy shit! That old fox…”
He was clearly taking advantage of Song Jiawen.
Jiang Yan was somewhat regretful. He should have accompanied her. Although the girl was smart, she was obviously not great at social interactions and could easily be swindled.
The old man’s stance on not allowing her to sell paintings without being his apprentice clearly showed he recognized Song Jiawen’s talent and wanted a free disciple.
What a miscalculation…
Of course, this was because Jiang Yan was unaware of Song Qingping’s identity at the moment. If he knew that the old guy he was talking about was the president of the Yunzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association, he wouldn’t think that Song Jiawen being taken as a disciple by Song Qingping was a disadvantage.
After all, at this point, Song Jiawen’s name was not yet well known, and she was even having to hustle for a few hundred yuan for living expenses.
But now she had a teacher who was the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, albeit of a small eighteenth-tier city like Yunzhou, which was a significant change for her as a high school student.
Regrettably, Jiang Yan’s understanding of the world of calligraphy and painting wasn’t extensive. Although he had lived an extra lifetime than others, due to the switch in industries, he only knew that Song Jiawen would become a grandmaster in calligraphy and painting in the future, while the rest was a blank slate to him.
He didn’t have a clue.
Just before the last class of the evening self-study started, Xu Yan came over with a painting to find Song Jiawen.
“Can you check it for me and see where it needs some improvements?”
Song Jiawen was a bit vexed. She always completed her paintings in one go, always capturing what she saw and felt in her heart.
But to revise someone else’s work, she was at a loss.
After asking Xu Yan in detail about what she wanted to draw and what she wanted to express, Song Jiawen spent ten minutes redrawing a sketch for her.
Xu Yan: ….
The painting she worked on for two classes wasn’t as lively as the one Song Jiawen finished in ten minutes.
How on earth did she get such a brain and such skill with her hands?
However, Xu Yan was still very happy to have acquired one of her paintings.
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Beaming with joy, Xu Yan returned to her seat and looked at Song Jia Wen’s painting over and over, unable to put it down.
Her deskmate asked curiously, “Is this painted by Song Jia Wen? It looks just like yours.”
If only that were the case.
Xu Yan genuinely marveled, “Her painting is way better than mine, let me tell you, if Song Jia Wen ever decided to pursue this path, the rest of us would be thoroughly outclassed.”
Meng Qing, who sat in front of her, turned around and snickered at this comment, “Isn’t that an exaggeration? No matter how well she paints, can she be better than Deng Tao?”
It was just a casual remark intended to belittle Song Jia Wen; after all, in her mind, whether it was traditional Chinese painting, sketching, or any other kind of painting, no one could outdo Deng Tao.
Starting to write in large characters at five, touching on traditional painting at six, sketching at nine, and taking lessons from renowned teachers at home, one of whom even came from North CityBeicheng.
With such an array of resources at her disposal, could Song Jia Wen, a girl from the countryside, even begin to compare with Deng Tao?
Yet, Xu Yan took the comment seriously and thought for a moment before replying, “I know Deng Tao has also studied sketching, and for quite a while at that, but her work really isn’t as good as Song Jia Wen’s… Don’t rush to argue; I’m not the one saying this, it was Teacher Fang.”
Teacher Fang’s exact words were that among all the art students in the school, not one could match up to Song Jia Wen, who just came in casually to ‘play around’.
The scornful smile on Meng Qing’s face froze upon hearing this. Teacher Fang said that? Did she really say that?
Meng Qing simply couldn’t believe it!
….
For senior year students, Saturday was a normal school day, with only Sunday off.
That particular Saturday afternoon, after school, most students were rushing home with their backpacks, except for Jiang Yan and Song Jia Wen who carefreely went for a meal at the school gates, hands free.
“Should we go to that café again tomorrow?”
Song Jia Wen was craving the strawberry cake from there, but she wasn’t sure if Jiang Yan would treat her again.
She could afford it, but she was reluctant to spend that much—it was too expensive.
“Sure, let’s go.”
Changing the place to do problem sets would be a nice change of pace.
When Song Jia Wen heard the answer she wanted, she was delighted.
As they left the school and turned right toward the noodle shop, they hadn’t walked far when they were stopped by a group of people.
“Jiang Yan? Fuck! It really is you.”
The few boys who stopped Jiang Yan all carried backpacks and had unfriendly looks in their eyes, one of them wearing a uniform with “Experimental Middle School” printed on it.
Jiang Yan squinted and sized up the newcomers; besides the leader who seemed slightly familiar, he didn’t recognize anyone else—not a single one.
Song Jia Wen’s hands were in her pockets. Unfazed by being intercepted, she simply turned to Jiang Yan and asked, “Enemies?”
“Possibly.”
Jiang Yan was annoyed. A bunch of little brats had nothing better to do; instead of ambushing him, wouldn’t it be better to do a test paper or solve some problems? What were they thinking, wanting to fight at such a time?
He was now a good student, only interested in studying, not fighting.
“To think you’d get into Number One Middle School even after being expelled! Fuck! Your dad’s in jail, but your mom sure has some tricks, managing to get trash like you in here. Number One Middle School is really fucking cheap, accepting any garbage…”
Standing at the gates of Number One Middle School, cursing out Number One Middle School—does this guy have a serious mental problem?
