It's all his fault for being an artist!

Chapter 15 Planning, Treat it as a matter to be handled, December 23rd.

As expected.

The Coke on the other side of the screen gave a direct and straightforward reply.

Having obtained the painting he desired, coupled with Cheng Wang's self-praise, the two-pronged approach was a powerful tactic that convinced Kele of its authenticity.

[Cola: You're welcome. Just say it: I'd like to commission articles from you again in the future!]

[Wang: I will open a call for submissions on the forum in a while. If you need commissioned articles, please reply with a quote.]

[Cola: That's fantastic! You want to use this painting as a case study, right?]

[Wang: Yes, I'll add a watermark to prevent unauthorized use. If it's convenient, I might need you to come and help build this thread.]

[Cola: No problem, contact me anytime!]

The planning and implementation are progressing quite well.

Cheng Wang nodded in satisfaction.

"Drink Less Ice Coke" isn't a famous author, but she's a master of posting a lot of fluff, and her popularity on the forum even surpasses that of her novels.

By leveraging her carefully chosen angle to generate online buzz and promote her reputation for overwhelming superiority, her subsequent income is bound to increase.

As for the fake identity, they weren't afraid of it being exposed.

One is that we have solid strength.

Another example is internet giants like Yuhang Pig Farm and Nanshan Penguin, which launch annual challenge competitions for the ACG-related art field nationwide.

Most of those who stood out later became industry elites.

Cheng Wang naturally couldn't miss these opportunities.

If we turn lies into truth and build a golden reputation, are we really afraid of being investigated by amateurs?

The chat box continues to scroll, adding new content.

[Cola: By the way, I have another request, which is a little bit... a little bit embarrassing.]

[Wang: You say.]

[Cola: Could you design illustrations for my novel's characters? There are about eight main characters, and I'm open to a higher price!]

"Well."

Girl, is this a possibility?

There are actually some reasons why your online novels aren't performing well.

However, considering that the other party is indeed someone who is not short of money.

Eight characters... The original designs don't have image templates, so it will take a long time and may require revisions.

Even at the lowest level, 800 per piece, you're guaranteed to earn at least 5600.

Now that I've been reborn, how can I not make money?

Once the art college entrance exam is over, I'm definitely going to grab this lucrative opportunity!

[Wang: Sure, send me the requirements first, and I'll go over them with you when I have time in a couple of days.]

[Cola: Okay! Should I give you the deposit first? For 8 tickets, I'll pay you 3200 upfront?]

Cheng Wang was utterly amazed.

The drawing circle, what a magical field.

Does she really have no concept of money?

Or is it that he doesn't need to care about money, and his inner strength is even greater than he expected?

There are so many rich women out there, why was I so disappointing in my past life?

He replied by typing.

[Wang: The rules remain the same. I'll send you the line art when I have time, and then you can see the pricing.]

[Cola: Thump thump thump! Kowtowing! Grateful!]

Cheng Wang nodded in satisfaction, turned off the computer, stretched, and loosened his muscles.

"Done, job done!"

Being young is great.

In another ten years or so, I'm afraid my back will ache if I sit still for an hour straight.

Occupational diseases accumulated over the years and sub-health caused by poor work and rest habits.

Many of the unbearable hardships gradually become commonplace through repeated torment.

Now it's all gone, starting from scratch.

He was deeply moved by this.

No matter what, your health is your own responsibility.

"Now that the joint entrance exams are over, I should take advantage of my high energy levels and start exercising."

One more small goal after being reborn.

The morning was still long.

Cheng Wang put away his drawing tablet and returned to his bedroom to practice sketching as much as he could.

Stay focused and finish several finished works.

He glanced at the time.

My mom will be back to cook lunch, so I can wash the rice first and put it in the rice cooker to cook.

Given Lin Qin's personality, even if I told her in advance that I didn't need it, I probably wouldn't be able to persuade her otherwise. In my previous life, this tug-of-war only improved somewhat when I was admitted to university and away from home for a long time.

Now, Cheng Wang no longer harbors the idea of ​​being in a hurry to prove that he is not just of legal age of adulthood.

Instead of doing that, let nature take its course and save her some trouble!

Cheng Wang had just stepped out of the bedroom.

But I saw that her usual raincoat was already hanging in the bathroom to dry.

"Mom, you're back!"

"I was just worried about the roads being difficult to navigate in the rain, so I left work early," Lin Qin's voice came from the kitchen.

"Chengwang, it's rare to see you so diligent today; you've washed all the dishes and chopsticks perfectly clean!"

Ok?

Cheng Wang walked into the kitchen and saw that the tableware used for breakfast was all put into the basin next to the stove. He had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He considered carefully and said, "It should have been Mu Ziling who washed it; she came to our house earlier."

"You let a young girl come to our house to wash dishes?"

Lin Qin froze, stopping her chopping.

Make up the difference!

Cheng Wang realized that his mother was about to start nagging, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Well, she came to teach me how to draw."

"He's got what he deserves. He's all smooth talk and tricks people into coming here, and now he's washing dishes and teaching."

Cheng Wang explained in a serious tone: "Ahem, it was an accident, really an accident."

Where is Lingling now?

"She's home now; she needs to do her homework too."

"It's raining so hard outside, don't you know to invite her in for lunch? What will I say when I run into her parents?" Lin Qin sighed, then asked tentatively with concern:

"So, if Lingling gives you lessons, what do you say about your current grades?"

"Mu Ziling said her drawing is not as good as mine."

"You might as well let your tail wag in the sky!"

She didn't believe it, rolled her eyes, and busied herself washing vegetables.

Cheng Wang shrugged helplessly.

I felt a strange sense of comfort and familiarity.

You don't even believe what they say?

Is there no justice left?!

it is good.

Let's let the joint examination results speak for themselves.

He stood behind Lin Qin.

Suddenly I noticed that my mother's hands, which had been washed with tap water, were so cold that she pulled them out and shook them to improve blood circulation.

In 2013, my family's old house did not have natural gas installed.

To get hot water from the tap, you have to let out a lot of the cold water first. Lin Qin couldn't bear to waste it, so she often used the water while it was still icy cold.

The family isn't actually short of the installation fee, but my parents are just used to being frugal and we can't persuade them.

Lin Qin would rather buy frostbite medicine every year than take a one-time solution.

Cheng Wang seemed to be deep in thought.

With the commissioned writing fee, can't we at least buy some things for the house?

Once I've drawn up a lot of orders, I'll act first and inform my parents later, and get the natural gas heating system working at home without their knowledge.

Ok.

Treat this as a serious matter!

……

December 2013, 12.

Shanghai Art Joint Entrance Examination.

The rain that had been falling for days finally subsided a bit on this day.

However, the persistent gloom over Shanghai inevitably made the art students who went to take the exam that day feel a little depressed.

Art college entrance exams in Shanghai are held in all districts of the city, from junior high to university.

Chengwang's exam venue was very close to home; the three of them got up early and could walk there.

Arriving an hour and a half early, the area outside the exam school was already packed with people queuing up.

"Old Cheng, please don't crowd around. Look at the time, okay? Don't delay our son from getting into the exam room."

Lin Qin grabbed Cheng Jianhua, who was looking around, and expressed her dissatisfaction.

She wore a red cheongsam today, symbolizing a successful start.

Many mothers in Shanghai, as well as female teachers in schools, have a tradition of wearing red cheongsams on important exam days to send their children off to the exams with blessings.

"There's plenty of time. Look, even my son is following behind. If we wait in line now, we won't be able to get in."

"Cheng, Jian, Hua".

"Oh, Chengwang, hurry up! Double-check that you brought your admission ticket and ID card. There's still time to go home and get them."

Cheng Jianhua coughed immediately, putting on a serious expression.

Cheng Wang, carrying his painting box, strolled leisurely, as if taking a walk, and then let out a long yawn.

"Dad, I forgot to print my exam admission ticket, what should I do?"

"Oh dear, you little rascal...you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"You two are driving me crazy!"

Lin Qin rubbed her forehead.

She felt helpless as the father and son remained calm and composed, showing no signs of being affected by the atmosphere of the college entrance examination.

A scene on the street caught her eye.

Lin Qin pointed in a certain direction: "Son, look, isn't that your art studio principal? How did he get off the bus?"

Cheng Wang looked up, following the direction, and craned his neck to look around.

My mom has good eyesight; she didn't mistake him for someone else.

Principal Wu Hao, the sole person in charge of the entire art studio campus, led a team out of a bus and stood at the front door.

One by one, Cheng Wang's classmates, dressed in formal attire and carrying identical painting boxes, lined up to get off the bus.

As each student left, Wu Hao would give them some serious words of advice.

The first impression one gives is basically—

A professional team is dedicated to serving you.

I remember experiencing something similar in a past life?

The principal personally escorts the examinee to the exam, which is an annual tradition of the joint examination.

Cheng Wang wasn't surprised and casually replied, "Yes, it's him."

Lin Qin said sullenly, "It's prestigious. Principal Wu personally led the team, and the good classes and ordinary classes were treated differently. They made such a big deal out of it."

Cheng Wang found it somewhat amusing: "Then I have even more face, with Lao Cheng and Lao Lin both here. Do they get this kind of treatment?"

"you're right!"

Cheng Jianhua was very pleased to hear this and stood up for his child.

He raised his palm and patted Cheng Wang's shoulder forcefully, conveying strength and faith.

"What's wrong with the Principal's Class? They still only have two arms and two legs. Kid, go and wipe them all out!"

"Yes, sir!"

Lin Qin thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case.

Why should Cheng Wang, with the exam just around the corner, boost others' morale while diminishing his own?

The father and son's bickering actually made her feel less tense than before.

Outside the school, the family stood out as an oddity in the queue.

Lin Qin watched the principal's class get off the bus for a while longer, then suddenly asked curiously, "Where's Lingling? I don't see Lingling."

"She probably came on her own. She wasn't in the principal's class. Old Wu never makes any unreasonable demands on Mu Ziling."

Mu Ziling must be in the same exam room as me.

Recalling the scenes he usually saw in the art studio, Cheng Wang guessed.

During the conversation.

Across the street, from the direction where the principal's class was located, some noise could be heard again.

A Volkswagen Passat Lingyu slowly pulled up beside the bus.