novellhall Chapter 27 Director and Cinematographer
Chapter 27 Director and Cinematographer
"Teacher Wang, did you notice that young man's eyes? That's not the determined look an ordinary student would have."
So, if you don't find much of a good experience on this trip, don't worry!
Even if he doesn't want to come to Beijing Film Academy, at the very least, he wouldn't want to go to the school next door!
Recalling the dean's instructions, Wang Chunzai looked at Wang Zian again.
The unwavering determination in those phoenix eyes was something she rarely saw in young people.
Thinking of this, Wang Chunzai couldn't help but feel discouraged.
He was deflated, and his face instantly became much calmer.
"Zoyasu, I'll call you that from now on!"
He nodded; "Teacher Wang, please feel free to do as you please!"
"You really don't want to apply to the Beijing Film Academy?"
Seeing that she was still so persistent, Wang Zian had no choice but to recount his experience of taking the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy once again.
After listening, Wang Chunzai became even more silent.
I had high hopes for the School of Talk, but it turned out that I applied to the Beijing Film Academy for such a dramatic reason.
She took a deep breath and composed herself.
No need to rush, no need to rush. If it was just a coincidence that pushed him here, then she can use something else to keep him.
"So you have absolutely no desire at all?" She still didn't want to give up.
Wang Zian looked at Wang Chunzai sitting opposite him, feeling a pang of longing.
"This teacher looks very young; she's probably only been working for a few years, otherwise she wouldn't have so much energy."
Regardless, Wang Zian firmly shook his head.
Just then, Wang Zian's phone suddenly beeped.
He quietly took out his phone, opened it, and saw that it was a message from Sister Meng.
What happened?
Upon clicking, the first message made him raise an eyebrow.
"Junior brother, you know you've struck gold; do you know why I came to see you today?"
Before Wang Zian could reply, the second message popped up.
"I'm telling you, but don't tell anyone! The teacher said there's a student who wants to get into the Beijing Film Academy, and they need me and another classmate to persuade him!"
Next is the third one.
The news came quickly, one after another, like a barrage of messages.
"I really didn't expect it to be you! It seems I had good judgment; you're sure to pass the art exam!"
"I'm looking forward to seeing you on campus, but it's a bit of a shame I'm starting filming soon!"
Wang Zian read through the messages from beginning to end, his thumb hovering over the screen, unsure of what to say.
From these messages, he could sense Sister Meng's excitement and happiness.
But do you really think you can just buy your teacher off like that?
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Wang Chunzai watched Wang Zian suddenly start playing with his phone and became somewhat curious.
"Who messaged you?" Wang Chunzai asked, looking at him staring at his phone for so long, and asked curiously.
"Oh! A friend asked me something!" Wang Zian replied casually.
He put his phone away and put on his formulaic smile again.
"Teacher Wang, how did I do on my interview?"
Wang Chunzai's finger stopped on the cup.
Even if they wanted to recruit Wang Zian into the Beijing Film Academy, leaking the candidates' scores was still against the rules.
The scoring information for art exams is kept confidential before it is officially announced, and it is strictly forbidden for examiners to disclose it to candidates privately.
She hesitated for a moment, her lips pursed slightly, and her brown eyes darted around.
"Results are generally not disclosed to candidates before they are released."
She spoke these words very slowly, as if adding a disclaimer to herself.
Then she paused, looked into Wang Zi'an's eyes, and said, "But your performance was excellent!"
The implication is clear: you will pass.
This way, the results were not directly leaked, yet Prince An still learned about them.
"Thank you, Teacher Wang!" Wang Zian nodded.
He looked down at the light spots on the marble tabletop, remained silent for two seconds, and pondered for a while.
Then he looked up and said, "I have some things to take care of here these next few days. I'll go check it out when the third round of exams comes around."
Wang Chunzai was somewhat dissatisfied.
If Wang Zian passes the exam but doesn't go, the school will have wasted a spot.
The number of places available for art exams is fixed, and everyone is extremely competitive to get one.
If someone passes the exam but doesn't come, it means that a candidate who could have been admitted has been squeezed out.
This is unfair to those candidates who have worked hard to prepare for the exam for a whole year.
"I can't do something like this..." Her voice rose half an octave from before, and her tone carried a hint of teacher-like seriousness.
"Don't worry," Wang Zian interrupted her. His tone remained flat, but the meaning was clear: "You can give me a low score."
Wang Chunzai stared intently at Wang Zian.
It felt as if a layer of air had been sucked out of the private room.
The light from the crystal chandelier shone silently on the marble tabletop, while the faint sound of car horns could be heard outside the window.
After a long while, she sighed.
"Sigh! Now that you've already registered for the exam, you should prepare well!"
"The exam is fair to everyone, including you. Your grades will be graded normally, even if—" she paused, "even if you decide not to come to Beijing Film Academy later, you'll still be eligible for supplementary admission!"
"That's good, that's good!"
Wang Zian repeated it twice, his tone carrying a sense of relief and lightness.
He didn't want to ruin someone else's life because of his own momentary whim.
Seeing Wang Zian like this, Wang Chunzai felt a little bitter.
Schools like the Beijing Film Academy are highly sought after by countless students who desperately want to get in, only to enter the seemingly glamorous entertainment industry.
However, for some, the school is controversial and has no appeal whatsoever.
Unfortunately, it seems I've run into someone.
"However, I still want to say something." Wang Chunzi sat up a little straighter, crossed her hands on the table, and resumed her teacher's posture.
"Beijing Film Academy is a good school; although there's always a saying that 'Beijing Film Academy produces stars, and Central Academy of Drama produces actors,' our faculty is just as good."
"For example, our directors and cinematographers are the best in the country!"
Prince An certainly knew these things.
Many of the nation's top directors are graduates of the Beijing Film Academy or have close ties with it.
The photography department at Beijing Film Academy is renowned for its strength; this is not Wang Chunzai boasting, but a widely acknowledged fact.
"With your talent," Wang Chunzi looked at him, the last bit of expectation in her eyes being rekindled.
"This will let those with prejudices know that the Beijing Film Academy also produces actors!"
Wang Zian glanced at Wang Chunzai's face.
Even at this point, they still don't forget to hype themselves up and fool people.
However, she did remind Prince An.
The quality of a work depends heavily on the director and cinematographer.
Having written so many novels, he knows that a good story needs good cinematography to bring it to life.
If the novel is to be adapted in the future, and he knows nothing about these things, wouldn't he be at the mercy of others?
He suddenly had a different idea.
Those books are still online, under a pseudonym that nobody knows.
But he will eventually turn them into images.
If you really need someone who understands cameras, then it's better for them to understand it themselves than for someone else to do so.
"Director and cinematographer?" he muttered to himself.
"I understand. Thank you, Teacher Wang. I really don't know how to thank you for your efforts in recruiting me!"
"It's nothing," Wang Chunzi said with a smile, waving her hand.
"As a performance teacher, I'm always excited when I see promising young talents!"
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