MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 45 : unknown

Tokyo, Chuo Ward, Todai Art Headquarters.

The rainstorm was like note, and the rain curtain in the early morning shrouded the whole of Tokyo into a dark blue. The weather forecast said it was a cold spring. The warm and humid air flow from the Pacific Ocean was covering Tokyo like a storm along the equator, and the whole city was crumbling.

One after another, black cars drove slowly along the viaduct. The drivers looked serious and drove steadily like turtles. This was a special car sent by Dongda Art, and the back seat of each car was sitting. The senior leaders of the Dongda Art Group, they were listening to the report on the phone while quickly signing the new application documents.

Today is the day for the monthly meeting, and it is also the day to determine the list of students for the April Starlight Awards. The principals of each campus of Dongda Art University are facing a formidable enemy. They got up early and repeatedly determined the pre-selected students. The list, along with the student's grade report for the entire last year, is placed in the file bag.

There will be a **** tug-of-war today, not a good day. The rain is so heavy, adding a touch of sadness.

For ordinary people, this is an ordinary day, eating breakfast and going out with an umbrella, or playing games at home, but for the children on the list, this is the day that decides their fate, and today the principals’ Efforts will determine whether they can compete, or be removed from the roster.

The total quota for the Starlight Awards qualifier is 200 people.

In the end, only one can win the Starlight Award.

Ten famous schools, including Toda Art, Hokkaido No. 1 Art, Waseda Genius Youth Club, Keio Private School ‘colourroom’ Research Institute...etc., will supply top talents for this carnival entertainment event in Japan.

On average, each college can only provide twenty student lists.

There are six campuses under the Todai Art Group, which are located in the Chuo District, Shinjuku District, Chiyoda District, Edogawa District, Sumida District, and Western District of Tokyo. Each campus has its own unique cultural training S class.

The total number of students in Class S adds up to 93 people.

However, Dongda Art will only select 20 students from these 93 students. Only these 20 students can stay on the final list, and then submit them to the review department of the Star Awards for review. The remaining students will never have any more opportunity to compete.

The students who decide to stay or stay are based on their achievements in the past year, which account for 70% of the selection criteria. At the same time, family economic reasons and family social background are also considered in the selection. occupy thirty percent.

The orthodox principals of each campus are very nervous. After all, there will be quarrels at this time of year. After all, no one thinks that their students in class S will be worse than other campuses, but the cruel facts are in front of them, so they can only try their best to get materials to prove how good their own students are, so that they can squeeze out the students of class S from other schools from the list of twenty.

It was raining heavily, the wipers in front of the car kept shaking, and the red light of the route lights flashed on the iron-gray building of Dongda Art, which was reflected in the gray car window, illuminating Zeye and the trees. s eyes.

"How should I put it, I always feel that Principal Zeye is not very nervous today." The driver suddenly sneered and said, "I remember when I came to pick you up last year, your eyes were red and bloodshot, and it seemed that you hadn't slept all night. I also heard that your quarrel with Principal Owada of Shinjuku Ward last year turned the world upside down, and you almost didn’t start a fight.”

The old uncle Zeye Kazushu smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I wasn't nervous last year, my eyes were red and bloodshot, it was drinking, and as for arguing with Principal Owada, it was entirely his own students' grades. Can't compare to my students, and they have to clamor for a competition."

"What he meant was a competition between students, but you misunderstood it. You thought it was a fight between two principals, right?" The driver smiled.

"I drank too much. In fact, I didn't use it last year. The students' grades in Narita Campus last year were brilliant. All the students' grades were far above the standard, so they were all included, and the things decided in advance will not change. , so the celebratory wine was drank in advance." Sawano Kazuki said.

"What about this year?" the driver asked.

"If there is no accident, I should be able to get seven places." Zeye Kazuki said, "But there may be an accident. I am not worried about the senior management of the school board, but the collective voting is a little hanging. A student is a little bit special."

"Seven?" The driver was stunned, his lips counted, "Akagi Ryosuke, Dahuai Yiyong, Kirima Hiichi, Kuroki Hitomi, Fujiwara Chie, Natsume Light Sound... Class S of Narita Campus Isn't there only six elites, and there are new students in Class S this year?"

"It's a plus, but it's not a plus. That kid is very special and can always do unexpected things, so when I invited him to join Class S, he ruthlessly rejected me."

Sawano Kazuki smiled bitterly, but his smile was a little proud.

"Rejected Class S?"

The driver's eyes widened in disbelief, and even looked back at Zeye Heshu and thought he was joking with him, but Zeye and Shu didn't seem to be joking, and anyone with discernment could see the loss in his eyes.

"Yes, this is the only student who has refused to join the S class since the establishment of the S class system at Dongda Art University. Speaking of his reasons for rejecting me, it is a bit ridiculous. He said that he has no ideals and just wants to be in the week. I have time to go fishing on Saturday and Sunday."

Sawano Kazuki's tone seemed to be talking about his own child.

"What a special kid, I want to see what he looks like." The driver was inexplicably excited, "Will this matter be told to the senior management of the school board at the meeting today? I really look forward to the expressions on their faces. "

"That will definitely say, the hidden seventh person sounds exciting." Zeye and Shuzui both laughed crookedly, "and not only this, I also brought them a wonderful gift ."

"Wonderful gift?"

"A videotape." Kazuo Sawano patted his briefcase, which contained a videotape in addition to the report cards of Hitomi Kuroki's students.

Originally, this video tape should have been sent to Dongda Art Headquarters three days ago, but it was stopped by Sawano Kazuki. Instead of letting the school board members watch it, it is better to wait for the principals of all campuses to come and watch it together. , especially those principals who clamored for "no money to learn what art", really looking forward to the changes on their faces during the broadcast.

Maybe even more surprised than he was that day.

But, will the child participate in the Starlight Awards? He couldn't go out fishing in such weather, right?

Sawano Kazuki doesn't seem to be worried that the child won't be selected. The only thing he worries about is that he is really selected. What if the child doesn't want to participate? Should he just let him waste his talent to talk to the fishes? If only fishing rods and grass can hear his singing, what a pity for the star-chasing girls from Tokyo to Osaka.

In short, Mr. Rice cooks mature rice.

The phone vibrated, and Zeye Kazushu took out the phone from his trouser pocket and turned it on. The moment he saw the text message from Dongda Art, he was stunned. The original bad expression froze on his face, and then became dimmed.

"What's the matter, Principal Zeye?" the driver asked.

"I just received the news that the boy from the Shenhui family has decided to participate in the competition this year." Sawano Kazuki sighed, "It really hurts, my children are going to go into **** again."

"Spirit of God?" The driver's lips trembled, "But he has already won the Starlight Awards for two consecutive years. Isn't he planning to show it to the whole of Tokyo for three consecutive championships?"

The information of Shenhuiling is called up in the background of the mobile phone.

Shenhuiling, the youngest son of the Shenhui family, is studying at Keio Private School's 'colourroom' research institute. His older sister is the national-level figure skater Shenhui Zhiliuli.

This pair of siblings firmly occupies the top ten in the entire Tokyo rankings, with the elder sister at the ninth place and the younger brother at the tenth place. In the previous year, no one in the whole of Tokyo knew the name 'Shenhuiling', and the initial Tokyo ranking that the Minister of State would set for him was beyond 10,000, but no one could have imagined that the young man would actually win the Starlight Award for two consecutive years. The overall champion, from 10,000 out of 10,000 in one fell swoop into the top ten in Tokyo, his daughter has recently been addicted to chasing stars, chasing after this young man called Shenhuiling, the room is full of his pictorial.

If the boy wins the Starlight Awards for the third time this year... His Tokyo ranking will definitely surpass his sister. Shenhuiling has long claimed to the media that only the top in Tokyo will be the first. He will give up playing this game with everyone.

Is such an important game just a game for the boy of the Shen-e family?

Sawano and Shu Chang sighed, suddenly feeling tired.

The car stopped, the driver walked out first, took out his umbrella and opened the car door, and then propped the umbrella on top of Zeye and Shu who walked out. The surrounding principals also arrived one after another, nodded to each other and walked quickly. Enter the building.

"Aren't you going in? Principal Zeye?" the driver asked.

"I haven't seen the scenery for a long time, let me watch it for a while."

President Sawa Ye is looking in another direction. Next to the Dongda Art Group Building is the main campus of Tokyo University of the Arts, covering an area of ​​more than 5,000 mu and a building area of ​​3 million square meters, which is unimaginable in Tokyo where every inch of land is expensive. precious.

On both sides of the campus road, there are cherry blossoms that have just opened their delicate buds, trembling softly in the rain. The young girls in white stockings were walking on the campus road with umbrellas and naughty steps on the puddles. The young people in black trench coats were busy walking, holding their notebooks and hurried towards the library.

A couple of college students are standing at the station of the short-distance bus on campus waiting for the bus~www.novelbuddy.com~ The rain is sliding over their heads in all directions, and the girl is standing on tiptoes and stuffing the straw of breakfast milk into the man In the mouth of a friend, the smile is happy and sweet.

These are students who came out of Dongda Art University several years ago. They have gone through untold hardships to enter this palace-like art university. Every day and every year, they are transforming the world with their talents and influencing the world. this world.

"I think you are a little sentimental." The driver said softly.

"It's a bit sentimental. I'm thinking about what the kid who likes fishing will look like when he grows up in the future. Will he enter this university, or is he really willing to go to an ordinary liberal arts university. The day he entered the school, Will it rain as heavy as today? What will the girl who is waiting for him with an umbrella look like in the future, will she bring him breakfast?"

Zeye and Shu's eyes were in a daze. He never felt that life passed so slowly. It would be a happy thing if he could cross the time to see the future of that child.

"Definitely." The driver said with a smile, "I'll take you up there, Principal Zeye, don't forget that you still have a **** battle today, defeat them well, and write all seven names on the entry list for the Starlight Awards. ."

"Yes, there is still a **** battle." Zeye and Shu smiled.

At this moment, the aged old man was rejuvenated, and his whole temperament changed from head to toe. He was no longer so cynical, but just like other principals, holding his briefcase tightly and holding the children's future.

Including the unknown that he couldn't be sure of.

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