novellhall Chapter 29 Sister Meng Gets a Setback
Chapter 29 Sister Meng Gets a Setback
"No wonder you didn't want to come to our school!" Wang Chunzai put down his cup and said with some understanding.
Zhang Wanyi also looked at Wang Zian in surprise.
There are good students among art students. Scoring over 500 is considered very good. Sister Meng scored that high and was already called a "top student" in her year.
Now suddenly there's a number over 600, and it's from Shanhe Province.
As someone who experienced the national planned education system, I know that those who can achieve such high scores are not ordinary people.
"Wow! So if you come to Beijing Film Academy, won't you break my score record?"
Sister Meng's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a new continent. She placed her hands on the table, her whole body as excited as a dog that had seen a frisbee.
"Wait, you don't want to apply to the Beijing Film Academy!"
Sister Meng's thought process is indeed quite unique.
The ability to suddenly realize what you've just heard while talking to yourself is not something everyone possesses.
No, Zhou Ye also has that.
But she's the type of person whose attention is easily diverted.
Wang Zian nodded; "I have my own plans!"
Sister Meng's slender eyebrows began to curve.
Her eyebrows were already well-shaped, but now a faint "川" (river) shaped line was squeezed into the middle, giving her face a complicated and unpleasant look.
"Beijing Film Academy is great! Look at us, we're having a lot of fun!"
"My life plans don't currently include a trip to the Beijing Film Academy!"
Wang Zian spoke in a very literary way.
Sister Meng blinked.
She pondered Wang Zian's words and realized they made a lot of sense.
She didn't really understand things like life planning.
She entered the Beijing Film Academy with the sole intention of making her ex-boyfriend regret his decision, without ever having made any plans.
But Prince An is clearly not that kind of person.
She could tell he was the kind of person who planned every step in advance.
She then looked at the teacher.
Wang Chunzai leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips—a smile of helplessness, yet also of understanding.
She shook her head at Meng Ziyi, making a very small gesture.
"Alright, Mengmeng; Zi'an is a person with his own ideas, just like you and Wan Yi insisted on relying on Beijing Film Academy back then!"
Sister Meng breathed a sigh of relief and shut her mouth without saying anything more.
She leaned back in her chair, picked up the now-cold Blue Mountain beer, and took a big gulp.
She wrinkled her nose, noticing that cold coffee was more bitter than hot coffee.
After all, she understands that she shouldn't interfere in other people's lives.
It's just a bit of a pity that we won't be able to see such a handsome junior brother again.
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After everyone finished their coffee, they got up and left the coffee shop.
When I pushed open the door, the wall lamps in the corridor were still dimly lit, illuminating the dark patterns on the dark wallpaper.
Meng Ziyi walked next to Wang Zian, but this time she didn't stand as close as she had on the way there.
Perhaps it was those words in the private room that made her understand something, or perhaps it was just the relaxation that came after completing the mission.
On the way back, Zhang Wanyi was still driving.
This person didn't say a word to Prince An from beginning to end.
He's such a quiet person!
Outside the car window, the night in Beijing was receding one by one.
The orange glow of the streetlights, the scarlet of the car taillights, and the scattered, cold white light from the office buildings in the distance—all these lights cast flowing arcs on the car window, reflecting off Zhang Wanyi's silent, square face, flickering in and out.
The car was parked in front of the Taifu Hotel.
Wang Zian thanked Teacher Wang, who was sitting in front of him.
"Teacher Wang, thank you for trying to persuade me to stay!"
"I hope you can think about it more, and also~~" Wang Chunzi turned to the side, placing one hand on the back of the passenger seat.
She hesitated for a moment, then said with a hint of regret, "Remember to prepare well for the upcoming exams!"
Wang Zian nodded, "I understand!"
Meng Ziyi's large eyes shimmered as she stared at Wang Zi'an.
Just after Wang Zian got out of the car, Meng Ziyi suddenly shouted at him.
"Junior brother."
Her voice was loud and clear, "You absolutely have to come to Yanjing to study! I'll come find you to hang out on weekends!"
Wang Zian looked into Sister Meng's sincere eyes and nodded with a smile.
"Definitely!"
As soon as Prince An entered the hotel lobby, the glass doors closed automatically behind him, and the car slowly drove away.
Finally, only three people remained in the carriage.
Wang Chunzi leaned back in the passenger seat, her head tilted to the side, watching the street scene receding outside the window, her fingers tapping unconsciously on her knee.
Zhang Wanyi focused on driving, without playing any music. The only sounds in the car were the hum of the air conditioner blowing warm air and the rustling of the tires rolling over the road.
It was so quiet that it felt like everyone had left their unspoken thoughts in that coffee shop.
Meng Ziyi finally couldn't hold back anymore.
She leaned over the back of the passenger seat from the back, resting her chin on the headrest, just centimeters from Wang Chunzi's ear.
Her long hair slipped off the back of the seat and fell beside Wang Chunzi's shoulder, swaying gently with the slight bumps of the car.
"Teacher Wang, can't you even help?"
Wang Chunzai turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes filled with helplessness and amusement: "I'm not a god, how can I expect everyone to listen to me!"
"Even you don't listen to me!"
Meng Ziyi's expression froze for a moment, and she awkwardly shrank back into the back seat, leaning her back against the seat, crossing her hands on her knees, and looking obediently out the window.
She remembered the biographical sketches that Wang Chunzi had asked her to submit last week, which she still hadn't finished writing.
Zhang Wanyi suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha~!"
From 8 p.m. until now, he has been quietly watching Meng Ziyi jump around, and finally saw her get her comeuppance.
She winked at Wang Zi'an in the private room of the coffee shop, revealing her true colors as the teacher, and now she's leaning against the back of the chair in the back row, acting all cute with the teacher.
This person is clearly a lisp himself, yet he's still worrying about the teacher.
"Zhang Wanyi, what are you laughing at?" Sister Meng was good at scolding the teacher, but she was more than capable of scolding Zhang Wanyi.
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Zhang Wanyi immediately stopped smiling, pressed the corners of her mouth down, and focused her gaze on the road ahead, pretending that she hadn't made any sound.
He forgot that Sister Meng was a tough girl from Northeast China.
Wang Chunzai smiled slightly as he was amused by the amusing interaction between his two students; his worries for the day had passed.
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Wang Zian returned to his room and threw himself onto the pristine white bed.
What kind of situation is this?!
It feels like a waste of time!
After lying quietly in bed for a while, Wang Zian turned over and rolled over.
I recalled what Wang Chunzai had said in the coffee shop.
"Our Beijing Film Academy has the best directors and cinematographers in the country!"
"The best~!" Wang Zian repeated softly, his voice exceptionally clear in the empty room.
His almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the chandelier on the ceiling, and he remained motionless.
The light reflected two small, bright spots deep within his pupils.
Director and cinematographer.
The two words spun around in his mind, again and again.
He had been writing novels for several years and knew what happened when a good story fell into the wrong director's hands.
To truly protect his work, he needs more skills.
He pondered and planned his future path in his mind.
Night seeped away little by little through the gaps in the curtains.
The streetlights in front of the Taifu Hotel stayed on all night, and the bare branches of the sycamore trees swayed gently in the wind, casting fine, moving shadows on the walls.