After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 875 - : Fourth Senior Brother: This Driving Technique Is A Little Familiar (1)

Chapter 875: Fourth Senior Brother: This Driving Technique Is A Little Familiar (1)

Many netizens knew about Si Fuqing’s enrollment in Northern State No. 1 Middle School, but it had been more than a semester, and there had been no news.

The students of Northern State No. 1 Middle School claimed they had not seen Si Fuqing in class.

Netizens summarized Si Fuqing’s schedule for the past six months and found it packed, leaving no time for studying.

This suggested that she only registered at Northern State No. 1 Middle School to get a high school diploma.

After all, her dropout was a widely discussed topic during the two years she was heavily criticized online, and the general public still perceived her as an academic failure.

Only the students who took the entrance exam with Si Fuqing knew her true abilities, but their voices were drowned out by other comments.

[Is Si Fuqing not taking the art exam route? Besides acting, all she does is play games, right?]

[Actually, not taking the art exam is a smart move. If she takes the entrance exam and scores only 300 points, it would be a joke.]

[I didn’t think of that. As expected of Sang Yanqing, her methods are different.]

Learning that Si Fuqing hadn’t taken the art exam surprised Song Wenhua’s team as well.

Si Fuqing’s acting skills were far superior to other young actresses; if she took the art exam, she would dominate.

No one wanted to face her.

Students aiming for Great Xia Film Academy who were in the same year as Si Fuqing already anticipated becoming stepping stones.

But Si Fuqing didn’t take the art exam at all.

“She probably didn’t take the art exam because she’s not confident in her academic subjects. If she scored too low and didn’t pass, it would only lead to ridicule,” Song Wenhua’s agent reasonably analyzed. “With her acting skills, even the Glenn Award would come looking for her. She truly is a genius actress.”

Song Wenhua felt a bit bitter but had to admit it was true.

She exhaled slowly, suppressing her frustration.

“Alright, the Glenn journey is over. There’s only half a month left for recording,” her agent comforted her. “Then you can return to school and prepare for the college entrance exam. As an art student, scoring 500 points is already considered high.”

Song Wenhua nodded lightly.

“You’ve been cast as the lead in ‘The Solitary Journey,’ so we can’t miss this promotional opportunity,” the agent smiled. “Si Fuqing is very popular. We can use her name to promote, saying the crew didn’t choose her because of her poor academic performance.”

Song Wenhua didn’t like Si Fuqing.

But her agent’s suggestion was indeed feasible.

The entertainment industry was all about staying relevant—today you’re on top, and tomorrow someone else is. It was a constant struggle to maintain your status and popularity.

Song Wenhua raised a question, “But how does she have so many tickets to the film festival?”

“She won first place at the International Youth Cultural Exhibition. Although outsiders don’t care, it’s a supreme honor in the art world,” the agent pondered for a moment. “The tickets must have been given to her by the chairman of the International Art Association. It’s a pity she doesn’t know how to use them.”

If she had given the tickets to well-known actors who didn’t get tickets, Si Fuqing could have exchanged them for many resources.

Song Wenhua nodded.

It seemed to be the case.

**

Online publicity and media control were always handled by Sang Yanqing, so Si Fuqing didn’t need to worry.

Si Fuqing only went online when necessary; otherwise, her studio managed her daily activities.

She didn’t care about the netizens’ discussions and was fully focused on driving.

However, since the Glenn Film Festival had just ended, the central district was very congested.

Yuejian was urging her to hurry up.

Si Fuqing gripped the steering wheel, muttering to herself, “Rescuing a damsel in distress. If I drive fast, the boss won’t blame me.”

She pressed the accelerator, speeding up.

“Screech!”

The car tilted slightly, with only two wheels on the ground.

But the speed didn’t decrease; she drove diagonally, successfully escaping the traffic jam.

The other drivers stuck in traffic were stunned.

In a Bugatti Veyron.

“This car…” The middle-aged man in the passenger seat watched the speeding sports car and finally managed to say, “Can it even be driven like that?”

The young man in the back seat saw the whole scene.

He was slightly startled, staring ahead in a daze.

“President Yun, did that scare you?” The middle-aged man noticed his abnormality and immediately said, “I’ll ask the local traffic management department about their street safety regulations right away.”