Yu Wenliang and Wang Anyu, Zhou Ye and Tian Xiwei, two boys and two girls, sat in the same row during class, forming a study group that became a beautiful sight in the classroom.
Liu Jingming, as their homeroom teacher, explained the detailed training plan and selection criteria to them.
February was the Art Examination month, and from October to January, they would undergo selection assessments every month.
The assessments served as both motivation and a simulation of real Art Examination scenarios, improving their test-taking performance.
Over the next four months, Yu Wenliang's study group worked diligently.
During the day, they attended Physical Form training classes together in the dance studio.
Various low, medium, and high-difficulty movements were frequently performed.
The flexible girls had a natural advantage.
The boys, however, groaned continuously.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Wang Anyu, bending backward, painfully pounded the ground, feeling as if his waist was about to break, tears welling up in his eyes, a complete broken puppy.
Yu Wenliang, relying on the skill experience points he had gained through his cheat, was the only male student in the entire dance studio who didn't cry.
His sense of superiority immediately surged.
He successfully integrated with the girls.
At the same time, he earned titles like 'pretty boy,' 'little eunuch,' and 'yin-yang person' among the male students!
Next, they went to the music classroom for Vocal Music basic training classes.
Sometimes it was breath exercises, or vocalization exercises, and even early morning practice.
This time, it was the two girls who were confused; Tian Xiwei was still okay, at least she had KTV level singing.
Zhou Ye made a complete fool of herself; every time she sang seriously, she would make her classmates laugh.
"Oh my! What are you laughing at? Is my singing not good?"
"Yu Wenliang."
"You answer me! Answer me from the bottom of your heart, do you think my singing is not good???"
Yu Wenliang had received professional training, so he wouldn't laugh unless it was something extremely funny.
But this time, he burst out laughing.
"Good to hear.... good to hear...... so.... so funny, hahahaha!!!"
"Yu Wenliang! You actually laughed at me? Ugh!!!"
In the afternoon, there was the Acting training class, primarily taught by Liu Jingming. Before the monthly selection assessment, it would be changed to sketch rehearsals.
This was simply Yu Wenliang's comfort zone.
Whether it was improvisation or themed performances, he could effortlessly interpret and complete them!
"Everyone should learn from classmate Yu Wenliang!"
Liu Jingming hugged his beloved disciple, reluctant to let go.
Yu Wenliang beamed, "Let's learn together!"
Zhou Ye, Tian Xiwei, Wang Anyu: (¬_¬) You're showing off again!!!
In the evening, there was the Lines Enhancement class.
An old professor from the Central Academy of Drama taught this class; they placed the utmost importance on lines and were very serious and meticulous.
Students who performed poorly were often scolded to tears, and even Yu Wenliang had been lectured.
He was told to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, to be diligent, and to cherish his "talent"!
Even more so for Zhou Ye, who didn't sing well and spoke with a slight Guangpu accent; she was scolded even more severely.......
Many nights after school, especially when the selection assessment was approaching, she would be under immense pressure, so much so that she would hide alone in the girls' restroom, crying softly. Sometimes, even her good friend Xiao Tian couldn't find her!
"Wuwuwu."
"Am I really......."
"...not good enough? Wuwuwu~"
Zhou Ye hid and cried until her tears dried, then she walked out, her eyes still red and swollen, afraid of being seen by her classmates.
Yu Wenliang leaned against the wall opposite the restroom, handing Zhou Ye a tissue as she emerged, comforting her: "Are you okay?"
"Don't comfort me! The more you comfort me, the more I want to cry!"
Zhou Ye snatched the tissue, frantically covering her face, and stubbornly declared, pitifully, "I can do it!"
"You can definitely do it."
Yu Wenliang tidied her tear-soaked bangs, and after she had cried enough, he held her wrist and went to the practice room together.
Others were done with school.
Yu Wenliang's special training for Zhou Ye was just beginning.
The three or four months of Art Examination training passed quickly.
Every day was a repeating cycle, monotonous and dull, causing many to break down, either crying and dropping out or being persuaded to leave by their teachers.
Zhou Ye, who initially struggled to adapt, miraculously, with Yu Wenliang's help, gradually adjusted to the extremely high-intensity training routine at Yingren Art Exam, and even slowly distinguished herself, going from being at the bottom of her class to becoming one of the top performers.
Tian Xiwei and Wang Anyu were astonished by Zhou Ye's progress and eagerly sought guidance from Yu Wenliang, showing him great respect.
While helping Zhou Ye, Yu Wenliang also had the capacity to offer pointers to his good friends, Xiao Tian and Wang Anyu.
The four of them quickly made rapid progress among the Yingren 2016 Art Examination candidates, ranking among the top, which astonished Liu Jingming.
He greatly valued talent and applied to the Beijing Dance Academy next door, getting their professional dance studio approved for Yu Wenliang's use.
Yu Wenliang brought Zhou Ye to practice on Beijing Dance Academy's premises, and they could even attend their classes.
"You're not good at singing."
"My Physical Form isn't good."
"Coincidentally, these are Beijing Dance Academy's specialties; you must catch up, understand!"
Zhou Ye nodded like a pecking chick at Instructor Yu's command, executing it unconditionally.
The two of them worked even harder than the Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School Art Examination students, still sweating in the dance studio at ten at night.
The dance students all heard about the deeds of this "little couple" and gathered to watch, exclaiming:
"I heard they only switched to Art Examination in their third year of high school, no wonder they're so hardworking, they're almost catching up to Hao Chun!"
"That girl is so pretty, and that boy is so strong; Yingren Art Exam is really investing heavily in him!"
"Him? I heard he's a new genius from Yingren Art Exam, I think his name is....... Yu Wenliang?"
While others were watching and gossiping, a slender, petite, doll-faced dance student, stretching her leg while looking back at the commotion, performed a super high-difficulty move that only one girl in the entire Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School could do...
Liu Haochun quietly glanced at them, then refocused on her training, muttering, "His name is Yu Wenliang...? It seems... I've seen him somewhere before?"
The four-month-long Art Examination training passed in a flash.
While Yu Wenliang collected rewards, he also nurtured Zhou Ye from being at the bottom of her class to becoming an excellent graduate who successfully completed the program.
This award was given to the top ten performers selected from the more than one hundred people remaining after the final elimination, and it could even add a line to their resumes when applying for prestigious Art Examinations.
Yingren Art Exam itself was a legitimate institution established by the Central Academy of Drama in conjunction with other renowned institutions like the Beijing Film Academy, and they even invited teachers and professors from various academies to oversee the classes.
It's clear that the value of this line on a resume was far more significant than it appeared, otherwise, so many people wouldn't be scrambling to get a golden touch from Yingren Art Exam!
Of course, besides Zhou Ye, Yu Wenliang and the other two members of the study group, Xiao Tian and Wang Anyu, also received it.
The four successfully graduated, and when it was time to part ways, Yu Wenliang and Zhou Ye saw them off at the train station.
"Xiao Ye! After the New Year, I'll immediately return to the capital for the Art Examination, wait for me!"
"Xiao Tian, I'll wait for you; we'll definitely get into the same university and continue to be best friends!"
Zhou Ye and Tian Xiwei, the two girls, hugged each other and cried loudly.
Yu Wenliang put his arm around Wang Anyu's shoulder, seeing his eyes slightly red:
"Why are you crying? We're boys, no crying!"
"Okay, Liang Ge, I won't cry......."
Wang Anyu had just promised when tears silently streamed down his face, full of a sense of brokenness.
Yu Wenliang patted his shoulder, and after the girls finished crying, he saw them both onto the train.
Tian Xiwei and Wang Anyu asked through the train window, "Aren't you two going home for the New Year?"
Zhou Ye was a tear-stained mess, and Yu Wenliang shook his head, replying, "We're staying in the capital."
"This guy's level isn't high enough yet."
"I have to stay and give her extra training!"
Zhou Ye cried and punched Yu Wenliang's chest at the same time; the two started bickering again, making everyone laugh through their tears.
The train whistle sounded, and Tian Xiwei and Wang Anyu boarded the train back south, leaning out the window to wave.
"Xiao Ye."
"Liang Ge."
"After the New Year, the four of us, see you at the Art Examination!!!"
