Chapter 336: All the Rage
Translator: BeetleBarker Editor: Tennesh
After taking the examinations, Fang Zhao waited in Huangzhou until the results of the second round were released. He called on a few industry precursors, all of whom had been recommended by Ming Cang and Xue Jing. These people had even gone to Fang Zhaoâs concert back then.
There were also a few other senior QiMu graduates that Fang Zhao got to know in the group chat. These people had helped him by sharing resources in some form or another before heâd sat for the second round of examinations. Even if Fang Zhao had not used those resources in the end, he still had to thank them.
Huangzhou Institute of Art, inside a certain office.
The second stage examinationâs grading teachers from the music team were discussing Fang Zhaoâs examination script.
âNot only does this young fella have a good grasp of the fundamentals, he also has high comprehension and intelligence. He is indeed really capable and has the qualifications to get into Twelve Tones. A rare talent.â
There were some experiences that teachers couldnât teach and that students would have to rely on themselves to comprehend. Students with high levels of comprehension were much easier to groom.
Some other teachers expressed a different view. âSolely based on the questions, I would give him high marks too, but we still have to take into account his character for this evaluation.â
âWhat? Remember that accompaniment piece for the finale of season nine of âFounding Eraâ Yanzhou chapter?â
âThe officially released information is that Fang Zhao completed it all by himself, but as before, I still have my doubts. That isnât something a person his age can produce. Even if he has been able to compose a few outstanding works before, that tune in âFounding Eraâ was different.â
âYou guys have also agreed that he has high levels of comprehension and intelligence. What makes you so sure that he wasnât able to produce it? There are always geniuses in this world.â
âThis isnât something that being a genius can explain! Hey, I donât know how to explain that feeling either, nor do you guys.â
The grading teachers were split into two factions. One faction felt that this youngster Fang Zhao had talent and ability. His questions had been answered very well, and giving him high grades for the second round of examinations was not an issue.
But the other faction firmly believed this: âIn any case, I donât believe it! Regardless of how Fang Zhao did on his exams, he surely got others to write those previous works of his on his behalf! Toward these sorts of people that get others to substitute for them and never admit it, the overall marks for the second round examinations have to be pressed down!â
The head of the music team grading the papers watched both sides continue to disagree, and his brows scrunched up. After more disagreements and no solution, he interjected, âAll right, everyone stop arguing. Since you all canât decide on an outcome, letâs call and ask.â
âI have already asked Xue Jingâs side. He denies participating in any of Fang Zhaoâs composition. I believe that he would not lie about these matters, and furthermore, the style of Xue Jingâs pieces are different, so it wasnât him.â
âWhat are you trying to say?â
âGo ask Teacher Mo Lang.â
On hearing Mo Langâs name, both factions fell silent.
The group head saw everyone looking terrified, and he pointed at the grading teacher that had argued the loudest. âYou, make the call and ask.â
That teacher stuttered, âM-me?â
âWerenât you very loud just now? Go and ask.â
âYou canât blame that on me. Itâs because I have a singing background and my singing techniques affected me; Iâm not used to speaking softly. Besides, I do not know Teacher Moâs contact number.â
âI know. I have already helped you dial the number.â As he said that, the grading group head forced a communications device into that teacherâs hands and raised his chin, indicating that teacher should hurry up and ask.
Mo Lang had just returned from planet Wai. He had recently been on vacation and had nothing to do at home, so he answered rather quickly.
The teacher nervously introduced himself first and then stated that his purpose was to find out if Mo Lang had guided Fang Zhao when Fang Zhao had been composing.
This was a rather tactful way of asking, but Mo Lang had been part of the music circles for so many years that even if he didnât like to bother with other stuff, he could still tell the other partyâs intention. The other partyâs question was just indirectly asking him, â Did Teacher Mo ghostwrite for Fang Zhao?â
This sort of silence wasnât tacit agreement, but rather, it was like the gathering of black clouds. The atmosphere was both stifling and suffocating.
The other teacherâs also held their breath and tried to lower any presence of their existence. The entire room was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the teacher that was holding the communications device. âTeacher⊠Teacher Mo, we arenât doubting your character, we are just asking thatâs all.â
Mo Lang became even more taciturn.
The silence made all the grading teachers feel their skin tighten. A few of them also subconsciously shifted further away. They all knew that this was the calm before the storm.
âVenerable Mo?â the teacher holding on to the communications device probed. His voice seemed to be wavering.
Old Mo Lang appeared to be breathing heavily on the video call, but when he spoke, his tone was almost flat. âI remember telling others in the industry about the matters with Fang Zhao. Listening to your words, are you implying that Iâm lying?â
âNo, no, no! Venerable Mo, we are just routinely asking. Itâs merely a formality. Please, donât get worked up! You absolutely mustnât get worked up!â That teacher was so worried his face was turning red.
Mo Lang suddenly raised his voice and furiously roared, âAbsolutely preposterous!â
âYou mustnât think too much! We really did not have that intention! Really!â That teacher was so worried he shot up from his chair. Old Master Mo was a treasure of an artist. If anything bad occurred to Old Mo because he had become angry, this bunch would be done for.
âShould I swear it on my Galaxy World Medal!? Ah? How do you all wish for me to prove it? I will come over to HuangArt to show you your proof! An old fellow like me can still walk! You doubt me? Thatâs simply vilifying all the honor I have achieved in my life! Trampling all over it!â
âNo, no, no, you have really misunderstood. Without a doubt, we believe your morals. It is really just a formality! Really!â
Furious berating still continued from the other end. The grading teacher holding the communications device had sweat trickling down his forehead.
Mo Langâs words were like large bricks aimed at his head, each one heavier than the last, smacking his head till he was dizzy.
A single person would not be able to handle Venerable Moâs fury. He thought about looking for the other grading teachers to share the responsibility. âYou guys hurry up and help explainâŠâ
However, when he looked behind him, he realized that all the other grading teachers that had originally been sitting there had run off.
The teacher facing the full wrath on his own: ââŠâ
At that moment, the amount of cursing in his head was enough to fill up the entire continent of Huangzhou.
Mo Lang spent more than 10 minutes admonishing that teacher through the call. However, Mo Lang was still very advanced in age, so his assistants were worried about Mo Langâs health and advised him to calm down.
After the call ended, the grading teachers that had left returned one by one. One of them even exclaimed, âSee, I already said we should seek truth from facts. If itâs good, that means itâs good. If itâs no good, then that means itâs no good. How things are is how they should be! We are but grading teachers, not the teachers that will be guiding them. If this person really has problems, then those teachers should be the ones fretting over it. Anyway, letâs not be unreasonable. Since he has already explained it well and you people havenât been able to find evidence that someone ghostwrote, we should just evaluate him according to the exam script.â
With a rigid face, the teacher holding the communications device stared accusingly at the speaker. Why didnât you say all these before we made the call?
âAccording to the exam script?â The grading teacher that had sat down again looked over at the group head.
âThen letâs evaluate according to the script,â the group head said.
On the day results were released, many media outlets were watching HuangArtâs official homepage.
With only 12 selected from 1000, the elimination rate was rather high.
At the appointed time, HuangArtâs Twelve Tonesâs advance course page refreshed. The 12 accepted applicants were displayed.
This list was arranged according to the results of the second round examination from highest to lowest. Fang Zhao took third place.
Of the two before him, the first was a talented 40-plus-year-old Huangzhou dance artist. He had made a name for himself for many years already and had been coined the dance godâs successor.
The second was a 50-plus-year-old painter. He was still considered young in New Era terms. He came from a family with a background in painting and calligraphy and was also a genius. Not mentioning how many awards he had received, what people remembered most about him were the two paintings he had sold a while back. The selling prices of these paintings were in the tens of millions.
In the musical field, there were four entrants this year. Fang Zhao was the highest ranked from the music field.
Actually, when the music teamâs grading teachers saw the final standings, they felt a little regret. If they had known it was going to turn out this way, they would have given Fang Zhaoâs exam script a few more marks. This way, they would not have lagged behind dance and painting.
However, the media outlets that had their attention on the enrollment of this advanced course did not spend too much time bothering about the classifications of the standings. Their focus was on Fang Zhao.
Many entertainment media members had been putting all their effort into throwing shade on Fang Zhao, but today, they changed their tune and lauded his accomplishments.
âHuangArtâs Twelve Tones advanced courseâs youngest entrant in close to 50 years! Yet another Mo Lang! The Galaxy World Medal isnât a dream!â
âAbility? Or was it luck? The most effective good-luck charm in history!â
Entertainment news media outlets made full use of their ability to blindly create stories without logic. They inflated Fang Zhao so much that he didnât even recognize himself.
Certain reviewers were also unwilling to keep silent on this. Some reputable reviewers even posted short evaluations on their social platform accounts:Â âReally unexpected. Fang Zhao has huge potential. Nobody knows how high he can climb, but there is one thing that is certain: Silver Wing Media must fear being unable to control Fang Zhao in the future.â
When Silver Wingâs people saw this status, they didnât know whether to laugh or cry. Since when have we controlled him?
Right from the start, Fang Zhao had always done things beyond what the company had anticipated.
He simply had never been controlled!
In Yanzhou. On the second day after the second roundâs examination results were released, Yanzhouâs Cemetery of Martyrsâs administration department held a ceremony.
On this day, the Cemetery of Martyrsâ were full of people who had come to attend the ritual. There were people from Yanzhou as well as people from other continents.
A foreign tourist saw the ceremonial guards and band walking at the front, turned to look at the dense mass of people behind him, and then lamented to his companion, âTsk, looking at this situation, later on, by the time the ceremony is over, those amulets will surely be sold out.â
His companion shot him a look of âhow ignorantâ and replied, âAll of the amulets at this ceremony were sold out in advance! If you wished to purchase one, you would have queue up!â
Thatâs right, the model of amulet that Fang Zhao had used had become all the rage online. This also became a must-see location for tourists from other continents.
Some people asked them, âThere are Cemeteries in every continent, so why have they all come here?â
Tourists: âThis is just coincidentally joining in all the fun!â
âWhy donât you just purchase it online instead of traveling a long distance and coming all the way to Yanzhou?â
Tourist: âSales of this model was selling too quickly, and the Cemeteryâs stock cannot hold up. Online sales have closed, so one can only take a queue number for a booking. Queueing up here is still better than trying to get the goods online.â
Actually, there werenât that many people that really believed in these superstitions. They were just following the trend to join in on the excitement. They felt that after purchasing the amulet, they could treat at is a way of being pretentious. People were also willing to spend money to get the amulets as gifts for others.
Fang Zhao when he saw all this news: ââŠâ
His feelings were once again complicated.
At the Yanbei retirement facility for veterans. In the past two days, the smile on Great-Grandfather Fangâs face had not faded. That smile of his annoyed others when they saw it.
âMy familyâs Little Zhao, Iâm not bragging, he is just so capable! How many analysts said that he would go no further than the second round? But take a look now!â Great-Grandfather Fang showed off this yearâs HuangArtâs Twelve Tones entrants to others for the umpteenth time.
âDespite competing with so many outstanding artists, he achieved third place. In ancient times, wouldnât he be called a tan hua 1 ?â
An old veteran replied, âI heard that tan hua langs all look very good. Your great-grandson doesnât look good.â
Hearing this, Great-Grandfather Fangâs eyebrows shot up.
That old veteran hurriedly explained, âNo, what I mean to say is that your great-grandson isnât good-looking enough.â
The others were all speechless. You might as well not explain.
Great-Grandfather Fang blew his top. âYou are just jealous and envious and saying this because you are sour!â
Someone came forward to calm the situation down. âOld Man Fang, arenât you supposed to be thinking about your familyâs Little Fang? What are his tuition fees are going to be like? Do you need to get anything in order? I heard that the tuition for HuangArtâs Twelve Tones is especially expensive.â
Great-Grandfather Fang went blank for a bit before returning to his senses. âRight, right, right, I still have responsibilities. I canât stick around and waste time chatting with you guys!â
Great-Grandfather Fang returned to check his own little treasury and went to research Huangzhouâs Twelve Tonesâs tuition fees. He also went to contact some old friends of his from the education system to ask whether there were any procedures needed or if they could pull any strings.
Very quickly, he received replies. âTuition fees? The tuitions fees for that advanced course are really expensive. One person will have to spend a few hundred thousand a year, and that isnât counting in lifestyle expenditure. Spending money is a must when building interpersonal relationships with others over there, and it doesnât cost any less than the tuition fees. But you also need not worry. For an advanced course like Twelve Tones, as long as someone manages to enroll, they will be taking a straight path for grooming talents in our continent. The Ministry of Education is in charge, so there isnât any need to pull strings. Any procedures will be handled right at the start, and the scholarships given out can offset the tuition fees. All you all need to do is handle daily living expenses. However, your familyâs Xiao Zhao earns quite a lot; what are you so worried for?
âWhat he earns is his own money. What Iâm giving him is just my kind intentions as an elder! Do you understand what âkind intentionsâ means?â
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Great-Grandfather Fang had his own tiny inclinations. He wanted to show that he could still be of use. Otherwise, he wouldnât have peace of mind. If he could not even do anything to help, wouldnât he be just like this bunch of old fogeys who spent all day in the garden chatting and gossiping idly?
After learning about the matters before entering school, Great-Grandfather Fang started dreaming about the future again, and a crazed smile appeared on his face.
HuangArt was good, a top-notch advanced course in a top-notch school. It would be best if Fang Zhao found an equally capable and like-minded girlfriend, just like that recent teenage-idol serial with classmates from the same class being lovey-dovey and so on.
But then, Great-Grandfather Fang thought about the ages of Fang Zhaoâs coursematesâŠ
His smile gradually vanished