novellhall Chapter 55 I'm Going to Beijing Film Academy
Chapter 55 I'm Going to Beijing Film Academy
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Time jumped again, and it was June.
The tension surrounding the college entrance exam suddenly dissipated, leaving the class relaxed and excited about the upcoming battle.
Even the number of people reading novels has increased significantly.
Wang Zian even saw quite a few people reading his novel.
During lunchtime, a group of students chatted together.
Have you guys read any good cultivation novels lately?
"Nothing? They're all terrible, totally formulaic!"
"Isn't there anything similar to 'Buddha is the Way,' that tells a story of traditional culture while also depicting the growth of a character—climbing step by step from the bottom to the top?"
"No! If I did, I would definitely check it."
"If we're talking about cultivating immortality, we aspire to be sword cultivators, the kind whose sword strikes can chill nineteen provinces!"
"I admire martial artists who hone their bodies, capable of splitting mountains and shattering seas with a single punch!"
A few people were chatting about cultivating immortality, and they were having a great time.
Wang Zian ate his meal on the side, occasionally interjecting with a comment.
A vague memory suddenly surfaced in his mind, seemingly a story about cultivating immortality.
A poor boy named Chen Ping'an.
嘚！
I have more material to write a novel.
The college entrance examination is in a few days.
Wang Zian has been particularly busy these past few days, not because of himself, but because of others.
These past few days, Sister Meng, Zhang Ruonan, Liu Haochun, and Zhou Ye have all contacted me because the college entrance examination is just around the corner.
Sister Meng kept asking me which university I was planning to apply to, and she was already planning to ask me out for dinner.
I wonder if Teacher Wang and his team were directing things from behind.
Zhang Ruonan knew long ago that he was a younger brother who was about to take the college entrance examination, and had even mocked him for being small.
But recently the attitude has changed to encouragement, with the hope that he can get into a good school.
She dreamed of having a student from a prestigious university in her family, but there were four children in her family, including herself.
She went to a junior college.
My younger siblings are still quite young; you can tell from their grades that they're academically weak.
Upon seeing Zhang Ruonan's message, Wang Zian couldn't help but reply, "Do you really like top universities that much?"
"You don't know, in our hometown, it's not so much about how much money you make, but if your family produces a child who gets into top universities like Tsinghua or Peking University, then the whole town knows about it."
"Fine! A fortune can't compare to fame and fortune."
Next up is Zhou Ye.
I tutored her, and her grades improved, making her take her studies more seriously.
Wang Zian looked at her scores; she probably scored around 400 points on the college entrance exam, maybe a little over 500 at most.
However, Zhou Ye boldly declared that he would treat him to many lavish meals when he went to university.
To his surprise, it was Liu Haochun.
Since they added each other on WeChat, they haven't chatted much.
It wasn't until Wang Zian saw the rehearsal video and photos she posted that day, and liked and encouraged her, that the two started chatting.
Liu Haochun always treated him as an art student.
Seeing Liu Haochun's message of encouragement for the college entrance exam, Wang Zian replied with a message of encouragement.
"Keep it up, everyone!"
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The college entrance exam passed in a flash.
The moment he stepped out of the examination room, Wang Zian stood on the steps in front of the teaching building and looked up at the sky.
The bright June sun shone on my face, but instead of the dizzying relief I had imagined, I felt as if the tension that had been pressing on my shoulders had suddenly eased. I stood there, a little dazed by the warm afternoon breeze.
Students rushed out of the exam hall, some were screaming. He hadn't made plans with anyone, and carrying his bag, he walked back to his rented room along the sycamore-lined road outside the school wall.
The graduation party is tonight.
All the desks in the classroom were moved to the corridor, and the chairs were arranged in a circle.
The blackboard was written with "We graduated" in colored chalk, and it was covered with everyone's signatures and messy doodles.
The multimedia screen was playing "You Are the Apple of My Eye," and Shen Jiayi was standing in the rain shouting, "You don't understand anything," while Ke Jingteng turned around in the rain.
Halfway through the movie, his homeroom teacher walked over to him, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Come out for a moment."
The two of them slipped out silently through the back door. The corridor lights were still on, and the room was empty, with all the desks stacked against the wall.
Moonlight streamed in through the window at the end of the corridor, casting long shadows of the two people on the terrazzo floor.
The old teacher's office was still the same as before—an old rattan chair, a desk piled high with papers, and a clivia plant in the corner that had never bloomed in years.
He opened the drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes from the very back.
Because he teaches students, he never smokes at school. The cigarette pack had been hidden in the deepest part of his drawer for who knows how long, and the plastic wrapping was still intact.
He tore off the film, pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He patted his pockets but couldn't find a lighter, so he just held the cigarette between his fingers.
Where are you planning to go to school?
He had been keeping this question in his mind for months, wanting to ask it all along.
Ever since Wang Zian said he was going to Yanjing to broaden his horizons, but ended up staying for more than half a month, he had wanted to ask him about it, but he held back.
I was worried it would affect his mindset, but now that the college entrance exam is over, he has no reason to hold it in anymore.
Wang Zian stood before him, looking at his homeroom teacher whose hair was already gray, twirling the cigarette between his fingers again and again, and said, "I don't know yet; recent events have made me somewhat hesitant."
The homeroom teacher's hand trembled slightly as he took the unlit cigarette from his mouth and placed it on the table.
He leaned back in his rattan chair, looking at his student whom he had taught for three years and who had never required any attention from him, and remained silent for a long while.
"I'm so lucky to have met a student like you in my entire life!"
"We can't teach you much in terms of academics, especially when it comes to being a good person and how to conduct yourself. The principles we share with you are ultimately just our own experiences, not yours."
He paused for a moment, then continued to comfort her, "A good school can save you a lot of trouble, allow you to see things that you can't see at an ordinary school, and let you enter circles that you wouldn't normally be able to get into."
Prince An nodded.
"Teacher, academic qualifications are not the goal, but a means to achieve it."
This statement was so mature that it rendered the homeroom teacher, who wanted to say something more, speechless.
He picked up the unlit cigarette from the table, tucked it behind his ear, and shook his head helplessly. "Go for it! You must already have an idea of which school you want to choose. Don't regret your choice. I hope you succeed."
"No, you never fight a battle unprepared, you're sure to succeed!"
Wang Zian was filled with gratitude for his homeroom teacher, with whom he had spent three years and who had made things very convenient for him.
Wang Zian bowed deeply; after standing up, he said a few words to him, then turned and pushed open the office door.
After Wang Zian left, the homeroom teacher remained seated in the wicker chair.
Once the footsteps in the corridor had faded into the distance, he took out his lighter, lit the cigarette behind his ear, and took a deep drag.
The smoke slowly dissipated under the illumination of the fluorescent lights.
He flicked the ash into the three-year-old ashtray on the table and muttered to himself, "Beijing Film Academy, huh? Looks like this kid has a clear plan."
Suddenly, he thought of some recent changes in Wang Zian.
"Could it be because of the girl?"
He stubbed out his cigarette, got up, and turned off the office lights.
The door closed behind me, leaving only moonlight in the corridor.
Back in his rented room that evening, Wang Zian changed out of the tea-stained T-shirt he'd worn at the graduation party. He'd just finished showering when Zhou Ye called him on WeChat via video.
He pressed the answer button, leaned the phone against the phone stand on the desk, reclined his chair, and nestled into the ergonomic chair.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Ye's face lit up on the screen, his voice carrying a unique sense of relaxation and joy after the college entrance examination.
She was sitting at her desk at home, her hair casually tucked behind her ears with a hair clip, holding a piece of coconut milk cake in her hand, her cheeks already puffed out.
"I just had a heart-to-heart talk with my homeroom teacher and I'm contemplating life!" Wang Zian leaned back in his chair and swayed casually.
"What did you talk about?" Zhou Ye stuffed a big bite of cake into his mouth and wiped the coconut flakes off his lips with his finger.
He asked me which school I would go to in the future.
Zhou Ye's hand paused.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and her pupils dilated.
She slammed the cake on the table, then sprang forward as if she'd been thrown from her chair, her voice trembling with excitement.
"What do you mean? What do you mean? You're planning to go to the Beijing Film Academy?"
Her voice was overflowing with joy.
"No! I'm just preparing to become a legend!"
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