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Chapter 4 Zhou Ye followed Wang Zi'an

The old man told him to leave.

Wang Zian bowed slightly, then turned and walked back to the waiting area.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, as composed as when he went on stage, the hem of his hoodie swaying gently with each step.

After he left, the five examiners began to discuss amongst themselves.

"With that appearance, those qualities, that talent; they've snatched one away from the other!" the female examiner said indignantly.

The old man remained calm; he had been teaching at the school for over twenty years and had seen many such cases.

Leaning back in his chair, he took off his glasses and wiped them, saying calmly, "Teacher Wang, there's no need for that."

"Dean Wang, I'm just a little disappointed!" Wang Chunzai slammed his pen down on the table with a dull thud. "Look at his attitude, 'I'm just here to give it a try'; it's obvious he already has other plans in mind!"

"What's a pity! This year's class is taught by Gao Jingyu, and Professor Gao is in charge. Look at him, he's not nervous at all!"

The refined male teacher, Gao Jingyu, who was drinking water nearby, gave a wry smile.

Then he said, "Teacher Wang Chunzai, keep a calm mind. He's one of ours, and he'll always be ours!"

"Look at Dean Wang Jinsong," he gestured towards the gaunt old man, "he's a dean and he's not worried, so why should we be?"

Wang Jinsong smiled and nodded at him, then put his glasses back on and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Alright, we still have a test to take! Next one."

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Wang Zian showed no interest in the examiners' hushed discussions.

He walked back to the waiting area and stood in his place.

Then he felt the gazes of the examinees; like being swept by searchlights, each one falling on him.

There is curiosity, admiration, and scrutiny.

Those who are competitive or mature may harbor a subtle wariness and hostility towards him.

Wang Zian dealt with these gazes as always, a slight smile curving his lips, revealing a light, non-aggressive smile.

Then he looked away and stood quietly.

He's already quite eye-catching even when he's not smiling.

When she smiled, the corners of her phoenix eyes tilted upwards slightly, like a calm lake suddenly rippled by a spring breeze, the ripples spreading from the corners of her eyes and into the hearts of every girl present.

Several people had their eyes glazed over.

A girl in a white down jacket hurriedly lowered her head, and the tips of her ears turned visibly red.

The girl next to him with her hair in a bun stared intently at Wang Zi'an's face, her lips slightly parted, forgetting even to adjust her breathing.

Prince An was completely unaware.

Or rather, I've gotten used to it.

He turned his head, and his gaze inadvertently met that of Zhou Ye beside him.

Their eyes met.

Wang Zian saw curiosity in Zhou Ye's eyes.

I could read a whole host of unspoken questions in her eyes: How did you do that? Weren't you nervous?

However, neither of them spoke, because Zhou Ye was next.

"Next, candidate number 6667."

The staff member's voice broke the silent eye contact.

Zhou Ye suddenly snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved noticeably.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze had changed.

The little girl who had been intrigued was gone, replaced by a test-taker forcing herself to get into the zone.

She walked briskly to the center of the examination room, her ponytail swaying gently behind her head.

Wang Zian leaned against the wall of the waiting area, watching her walk away.

Although the down jacket was large, it couldn't hide her slender and straight silhouette.

She stood still under the light, slightly raising her chin to reveal her compact and delicate face.

The eyes of all five examiners lit up simultaneously.

Wang Chunzai was still immersed in the emotions from before, but after seeing Zhou Ye's face, his expression visibly softened.

Wang Jinsong nodded slightly, his fingers tapping silently on the table.

"Recite the poem you prepared!"

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Zhou Ye's recitation was decent but unremarkable.

The voice is good, the pronunciation is clear, the emotions are full, the pauses are where they should be, and the emphasis is where they should be, as if it were drawn stroke by stroke according to the lines drawn in the textbook.

There were no major mistakes, but nothing particularly outstanding either.

At least there were no major mistakes, but nothing particularly outstanding either.

But it's okay.

This is the preliminary test.

Everyone knows the true nature of the preliminary test.

It's all about looks, physique, and whether you have the basic requirements to look good on camera.

As long as you don't stutter or have obvious facial defects, passing the recitation test is enough.

Zhou Ye's face seems born for the camera.

Wang Jinsong wrote a few strokes on the evaluation form, looked up at her, and his eyes showed the satisfaction of an old craftsman who had seen countless rough gems.

After all, having a naturally movie-worthy face is no joke.

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The preliminary test ended faster than Wang Zian had expected.

He followed the senior student who was in charge of guiding him out of the examination building. As he walked down the corridor, he felt as if the eyes on both sides were drawn to him like magnets.

The group of female senior students stopped talking, their gazes sliding from his face to his shoulders, then to his waist, before exchanging a meaningful look.

One of the bolder ones even winked at him and moved his lips silently.

Wang Zian felt that the way they looked at him was somewhat naked, like a group of hungry wolves.

Are all male students at Beijing Film Academy not good enough?

These girls acted like they'd never seen a man before!

Wang Zian walked over without changing his expression, and the moment he stepped out of the building, the February sun shone down on him.

In the northern winter, the bright sunlight shines on your face, so bright that you have to squint.

But the air was still cold, dry, and had a chilling, frozen quality.

Wang Zian stood on the steps, took a deep breath of the cold air, and then stretched out a big yawn.

The shoulder joints made a soft clicking sound, and the body, which had been stiff from the warmth of the heater, finally relaxed.

"Finally, the exams are over! I can go home!"

His voice was not loud, and it was easily dispersed by the wind.

"Are you going home? Aren't you going to take the re-examination?"

The voice that suddenly rang out behind me was as clear as the first birdsong of spring, and it carried undisguised surprise and confusion.

Wang Zian suddenly turned around.

Zhou Ye appeared less than two steps behind him without him noticing.

"Oh my god!" Wang Zian's voice carried a hint of surprise and embarrassment.

"oops"

She was clearly startled by his sudden turn, clutching her arms and taking two steps back.

The hood of my down jacket swayed and almost covered my eyes.

The two shadows were stretched long by the afternoon sun, almost overlapping on the ground.

"Excuse me!"

The two of them opened their mouths almost simultaneously, and then closed them at the same time.

The air was silent for a second, and then neither of them could help but smile slightly.

Wang Zian first composed himself and cleared his throat: "Excuse me."

"It's alright, it's alright, I was just following you!" Zhou Ye apologized politely.

"Is there something you need?"