novelnext Chapter 5 didn't feature a single live celebrity.
Chapter 5 didn't feature a single live celebrity.
As if this sentence had ignited a fuse, Zhou Ye opened his mouth and a barrage of questions came out like a machine gun.
"I was really impressed by your recitation; it looked like you'd practiced for a long time. And you weren't nervous at all! I was so nervous!"
"When I was standing there, I felt my legs shaking, but luckily my down jacket was long so it wasn't noticeable."
Zhou Ye spoke faster and faster, as if he had to get it all out.
"And also, did you apply to other schools?"
"I only dare to apply to the Beijing Film Academy. I wouldn't even dare to think about the Central Academy of Drama or the Shanghai Theatre Academy. Just thinking about competing with so many people makes me... "
Zhou Ye spoke seven or eight sentences in one breath without even panting; he was clearly an art student with some talent.
As he spoke, Zhou Ye realized that he had been somewhat presumptuous.
She said so much even though they had just met.
She smiled a little sheepishly, "It's okay if you don't want to say, I was just being presumptuous!"
Prince An looked at her.
The sunlight came from the side, making half of her face appear slightly translucent.
She wasn't wearing makeup, and her skin had a healthy, youthful glow, with a small patch of faint red on the bridge of her nose caused by the cold wind.
Those almond-shaped eyes appeared even larger in the sunlight, their pupils a light brown, filled with the brightness of a February midday.
Wang Zian suddenly smiled.
It wasn't the polite, socially distant smile I'd seen before; I was genuinely amused.
The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his phoenix eyes curved into a beautiful arc.
"It's okay~!"
He pulled his hands out of his pockets and let them hang casually at his sides, standing relaxed and at ease in the sunlight.
"I'm not nervous because I don't really care about the results. As for other schools, I didn't apply to any!"
After he finished speaking, he pulled the hoodie up again and took a step back.
"Alright, see you again in Beijing sometime!"
He waved to Zhou Ye, his gesture as casual as if he were saying goodbye to an old friend.
Then he turned around and walked slowly toward the school gate along the road that was whitened by the sunlight, the hood of his hoodie being slightly blown up by the wind.
Sunlight shone from behind him, casting a long, moving shadow on the ground.
Zhou Ye stood there, watching him walk further and further away.
The wind blew her hair across her forehead, and she reached out to hold it down, but her gaze never left that figure.
She saw Wang Zian pause at the school gate, bend down to pick up a flyer that someone had left behind, casually throw it into the trash can, and then walk out the gate without looking back.
Zhou Ye didn't come to his senses until the figure completely disappeared into the crowd outside the door.
She lowered her head, rubbed a small pebble on the ground with her toe, and moved her lips as if talking to herself.
"What a strange person."
She paused for a moment, then tucked her chin into the collar of her down jacket, her voice muffled by the fabric, almost inaudible.
"But he's quite handsome."
The wind blew from the direction of the playground, carrying away her words.
The sunlight shone on the tips of her slightly reddened ears, making them shine like a thin piece of amber.
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After leaving the Beijing Film Academy, Wang Zian's stomach growled at just the right moment.
He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it; it was almost 11:30.
I grabbed a couple of bites of bread at the hotel this morning and headed out, and now my stomach is so empty I can hear the echo.
The long street in front of the school was brightly lit by the afternoon sun.
The plane trees on both sides were bare, their branches resembling an old man's fingers reaching towards the sky.
Wang Zian squinted and looked around, spotting a small restaurant with a modest storefront not far away.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the famous Red Coral Restaurant, which I heard many students from the Beijing Film Academy come here to eat.
The glass door below was covered with colorful menus.
He pushed open the door and was greeted by a warm aroma that blended the scents of soy sauce, scallion oil, and steam.
These past few days, the preliminary auditions for the Beijing Film Academy have been taking place, and this restaurant has been quite crowded.
The booths against the wall were full of people, and the long table in the middle was also crowded with people, who looked to be students and their parents.
A middle-aged woman in a red down jacket was wiping away her daughter's tears with a tissue, muttering, "It's okay, it's okay, it'll be over after the exam."
A bespectacled boy sat at the table by the window. The noodles in front of him had clumped together. He stared blankly at the bowl, his chopsticks stuck in it, motionless.
Life is full of different aspects!
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Wang Zian found a corner against the wall and sat down, pulling down the hood of his hoodie.
He looked up, his gaze naturally falling on the wall.
The entire wall was covered with photos and signatures.
It was densely packed, stretching from above the cashier all the way to near the ceiling.
The photos include both black and white and color ones. The signatures are written with markers and drawn with paint pens. Some are yellowed and curled at the edges, while others are still so new they reflect light.
Looking at the photos and signatures on the wall, they were all of famous people who graduated from Beijing Film Academy.
Yang Mi, Yang Zi, Huang Daming...
I was originally hoping to run into a few celebrities, like Yue Qiluo who was very popular last year, and get their autographs so I could show off to my classmates when I got back.
Unfortunately, I failed the exam myself.
Apart from Zhou Ye, the future star, and that familiar old man, I haven't seen a single other live star.
It's all these kinds of photo walls!
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Wang Zian looked away, opened the menu on the table, and casually ordered a few specialty dishes.
The food was served quickly.
Prince An ate very quietly.
He didn't play on his phone or look out the window; he just focused on eating, occasionally looking up to take a sip of soup before looking down again to continue.
He wielded the chopsticks quickly and steadily, bringing the food into his mouth with almost no sound.
This is a habit he developed from a young age—his mother said, "Eat properly when you eat, read properly when you read, and concentrate on whatever you are doing."
He finished the food quickly!
He put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and got up to go to the cashier to pay.
The cashier was a middle-aged woman with a round face, her apron stained with oil, and she had a bright white smile.
"Young man, 152!"
Wang Ziwei finished paying the bill and prepared to leave.
As soon as I finished paying, the door behind me was pushed open.
A gust of cold wind carried in a crisp sound.
"Boss, give me a bowl of Yunnan rice noodles!"
This voice sounds very pleasant.
It's not the kind of sweet, forced tone, nor is it the kind of cool, deliberately low tone; rather, it's a natural, bright, and crisp pleasant sound.
Wang Zian turned his head to look over.
A girl was walking in through the door.
A large, pink, fluffy coat draped over her body, its open front revealing a white, tight-fitting undershirt and an incredibly slender waist underneath.
She wore loose-fitting light-colored jeans and white sneakers.
Her hair was loose and disheveled by the wind outside the door.
She reached back and smoothed her hair, revealing her entire forehead and cheeks.
He has a carefree attitude that makes him not care about anything.