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Chapter 1 Beijing Film Academy Entrance Exam, Zhou Ye

2016 2 Month 18 Day.

Outside the gate of Beijing Film Academy.

The February wind still carried a chill, blowing across the long queue at the school gate.

Wang Zian himself stood at the back of the line, pulling his hoodie down further, his breath dispersing in front of his eyes.

He looked at the dense mass of people ahead of him; the procession moved like a slow, wriggling worm.

In the line, some people were muttering to themselves, some were rubbing their frozen red fingers repeatedly, and some were staring at the door in front of them.

Whether excited, nervous, or calm, their eyes always sparkled.

Wang Zian put his hands in his pockets and mentally rolled his eyes at himself.

"I must have been out of my mind to actually come here to take the exam!"

Before the thought had even fully formed, the team suddenly started moving.

He had no choice but to keep moving forward.

The table for checking exam admission tickets was placed inside the main entrance, just enough to block out some of the wind.

Wang Zian took out the folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over. The senior student in charge of registration took it, looked up at him, and then her hand stopped.

That look in his eyes was all too familiar to Wang Zi'an.

His pupils dilated slightly, his lips involuntarily parted slightly, and even his breathing slowed down.

He'd seen this kind of scene since elementary school, and was no longer bothered by it.

Standing there at 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he flipped the hood of his black hoodie back, revealing a face with distinct features.

With high brow bones and thick, dark eyebrows that naturally arched towards the temples, her almond-shaped eyes appeared exceptionally deep in the cool white light, with slightly upturned corners that gave them a sharp look.

His nose was straight, his lips were well-defined, and his jawline was so sharp it looked like it had been cut with a knife.

Her skin is fair and clear, yet she exudes a mature charm.

Wearing a black hoodie and tight cargo pants, he was tall and thin; he looked slim in clothes but muscular underneath.

But he also carried a scholarly air about him.

The female teacher next to him, who was in charge of checking whether someone was wearing makeup, looked them up and down twice and nodded in satisfaction.

He simply uttered two words, "Not bad!"

···

He was a quiet child from a young age, sitting quietly in the corner reading, but there were always people coming over to talk to him.

In elementary school, the girls sitting in front of and behind him would always stuff candy into his pencil case. In junior high, the girl from the next class would bring him milk during breaks.

It was much better in high school.

Because the school is cracking down hard, and he no longer lives on campus.

But he has always been popular with women of all ages and has always been a role model in the eyes of relatives and neighbors.

Wang Zian gave a polite smile, nodded, took the admission ticket, and continued walking inside.

Before I had taken more than a few steps, I heard a low but excited voice behind me.

"Teacher, that boy was so handsome! Oh my god!"

"Hmm." It was the female teacher's voice, carrying a satisfied certainty after appreciating her talent. "Her foundation is indeed quite good; finally, a decent one has arrived this year."

Wang Zian had already walked five or six meters away when he heard this. He didn't stop, but the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

He took two more steps forward and suddenly heard another voice behind him. The female teacher was commenting on the next candidate.

"This girl is also good; her face is compact and delicate, a face fit for a movie star."

Upon hearing the noise, Wang Zian couldn't help but turn around and take a look.

He recognized him at first glance.

Zhou Ye stood in front of the inspection table, wearing a long black down jacket with the zipper pulled up to his chin, revealing a small section of white sweater trim at the neckline.

She had her hair tied in a high ponytail, revealing her clean and tidy face.

She had a small head, a full forehead, large and bright almond-shaped eyes, a small and straight nose, and features that looked as if they had been carefully arranged.

She was bare-faced, with two faint red patches on her face from the cold wind outside.

Although she is still a bit inexperienced, she exudes a natural beauty that hasn't been polished by the camera.

Wang Zian looked at it for two seconds, then looked away and turned to continue walking.

A future female star.

He murmured a sentence to himself, his tone as if he had stumbled upon a book in the library that he had heard of but hadn't planned to borrow.

But it had nothing to do with him; he was using the excuse of taking the entrance exam at the Beijing Film Academy to travel.

As for the preliminary exam for the Beijing Film Academy; if you pass, you pass; if you don't, it doesn't matter.

···

In truth, his life trajectory shouldn't have taken this turn.

On the night of his seventh birthday, a flood of memories that did not belong to him suddenly rushed into Wang Zian's mind.

Those memories are like a documentary filmed on fast forward, with the protagonist being someone who shares his name and looks exactly like him.

Later he realized that it was him in another timeline.

That person simply followed the established path of studying, taking the postgraduate entrance exam, and pursuing a doctorate, blindly following a straight academic path with no end in sight.

To be honest, he's just a bookworm.

The achievements are quite significant!

It took Wang Zian about three days to process these memories before he calmly accepted the situation.

There was no panic, no confusion, and not even excessive curiosity.

At seven years old, he thought simply: since someone had walked this road for him, he at least knew which parts of the road were easy to walk and which parts had potholes.

Just continue following this route step by step.

However, thanks to this memory, Wang Zian was able to develop his intelligence ahead of time, and became extraordinary in every aspect.

From elementary school to junior high, and from junior high to high school, his grades were ridiculously good.

It's not the kind of good that comes from hard work and diligence, but rather from a kind of effortless ease.

Extremely stable!

Starting from the second semester of his first year of high school, he stopped even taking the monthly exams.

When his homeroom teacher spoke to him, he only said, "It's a waste of time."

Looking at his report card, which always ranked first in the grade, and then at his calm and composed face, which was clearly not that of an ordinary student.

He was silent for three seconds, then signed the document.

To be honest, it probably wouldn't have been possible if the homeroom teacher hadn't been the vice principal.

···

Three unexpected turning points occurred in his first eighteen years.

The first time was on my seventh birthday.

The second turning point happened when I was twelve years old, when something went wrong.

He was no longer willing to recall the specifics, but that incident made him even more certain that he didn't necessarily have to follow this planned path step by step.

The third turning point came during the college entrance examination registration period.

At that time, Wang Zian was writing a new novel.

He didn't live on campus during high school, so when it came time to register for the college entrance exam, he asked his best friend, whom he had known since childhood, to help him register.

As it turned out, his best friend was careless, and when he looked at it, the "Candidate Category" column on the application form already had three words checked: "Art Student".

Wang Zian stared at the screen for five seconds, then closed the page.

Never mind, as long as I can take the college entrance exam, that's fine.

But after the news spread in the class, the entire Class 1 of Senior Three was in an uproar.

"Wang Zian is going to study art? Hahaha, Wang Zian is going to be a star!"

"Great! Our class is about to produce an Oscar winner!"

"With a face like his, it would be a waste of national resources if he didn't go into acting."