Chinese 2006 starts with the Beijing Film Academy Art Examination

9:00 am, September 3

At Longcheng Wusu Airport, Yang Lingyue walked into the terminal with a backpack and a suitcase.

Liu Qingna looked at her son's disappearing back and couldn't help crying.

Yang Wenchang said to his wife with a sour nose: "Let's go, we are not allowed to park here."

The school season has arrived, and there is a sense of parting everywhere, and of course more of a vision for the future.

After picking up the ticket, checking in, and going through security, Yang Lingyue walked into the terminal with ease.

He bought a first-class cabin, and he was not deliberate about material things, but there was no need to suffer himself. He didn't go to the terminal because he was about to board the plane.

There was no way. The high-speed rail from Longcheng to Kyoto would be opened in three years, and the green-skinned train starting with T would take at least five hours.

As for driving, Yang Lingyue had no car and no money.

He transferred 3 million to his parents and left 200,000 for Yu Li. Now he only has 20,000 yuan in his card. The tuition fee for the directing department of Beijing Film Academy is 10,000 yuan a year, which is enough to spend.

As for how to spend the next four years, Yang Lingyue thinks that practice is more important than theory, and he needs to enter the circle.

As mentioned in the previous article, now and in the future, the Beijing Film Academy is involved in more than 70% of domestic film and television drama production.

Take Xie Xiaojin as an example. He is a classmate of the fifth-generation directors such as Lao Mouzi, Chen Kaige, and Tian Zhuangzhuang. Among them, Lao Mouzi is from the photography department.

Zhou Xinxia is a professor who was transferred from Beijing Film Studio this year.

These are all resources that Yang Lingyue can easily use now. If he doesn't take the Beijing Film Academy, don't even think about it.

Rather than saying that Yang Lingyue must plunge into the film industry, it is better to say that the film industry is just the beginning.

The plane arrived at the Capital Airport at 11:30.

I saw the reception desks of various universities, such as Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College, but there was no Beijing Film Academy. That's right, only a few Miaomiao people were admitted, and half of them were local people in Kyoto.

Take the subway to Sanyuan Bridge, then transfer to Line 10, get off at Xitucheng Station, and you can see the gate of Beijing Film Academy from afar, but Yang Lingyue did not go in directly.

It is important to eat first.

It must be said that Kyoto is much hotter than Longcheng. Yang Lingyue put on sunglasses, um, Yu Li bought them for him.

Wearing a pure white cotton T-shirt, a buzz cut, and sunglasses, Yang Lingyue is really an alternative on the street.

Because most boys of his age often have the Korean style of long and broken hair, with side bangs vaguely covering their eyes, and most of their clothes are T-shirts with various English words on their chests.

Yang Lingyue was the same in his previous life, so he felt ashamed.

Just after walking into a home-style restaurant and ordering food, Yang Lingyue's mobile phone rang. It was a call from Yu Li, but he didn't tell her, and was busy calling his parents back.

"Just arrived at the school gate, ready to have a meal."

"The school has a coin-operated washing machine. I don't plan to live off campus. If I want to live, I will have to wait until my sophomore year."

"Practice driving well with Zhang Yun, and I can get you a driver's license directly, but I still hope you can pass the test yourself."

"Buy a car for transportation first. If you like something more and don't have enough money, tell me."

"Okay, bye."

After dinner, Yang Lingyue walked into the campus under the scorching sun and arrived at the registration point with ease. It was a classroom on the third floor of the teaching building. There were some tables lined up inside, and the nameplates on them marked the registration points of each department.

Except for the Department of Directing, there were students at each registration point.

Since there were only 15 people in the Department of Directing, there was no need to queue up. Yang Lingyue walked up, called out "Hello, teacher", and then handed over a bunch of registration materials such as the admission notice.

"Teacher Yang, the top student in your class is here."

A female teacher in her thirties who was in charge of reception took the information and took a look at it, then shouted to the group of seven or eight people chatting in the back.

Wow, with this shout, all eyes in the whole classroom were focused on Yang Lingyue.

A female teacher in her forties, wearing brown glasses, walked behind the table, looked at Yang Lingyue and said with a smile:

"Yang Lingyue, right? I'm your head teacher, my name is Yang Lin, and you're the last one to report to our class."

"Hello, Teacher Yang."

Yang Lingyue bowed slightly and said hello, but didn't say much.

For young people who have just arrived, the first impression is still very important. This is a valuable experience gained from personal experience in past and present lives.

About twenty minutes later, the procedures were basically completed, and the remaining ones were the card, insurance, etc., but now they had to go back to the dormitory to put their luggage and buy daily necessities.

Yang Lin called over a girl who was wearing a black T-shirt with the school name printed on it and looked very ordinary. Then she said to Yang Lingyue:

"This is your senior sister Teng Congcong from the previous year. She will take you to the dormitory in a while. You can ask her if you have any questions."

Yang Lingyue said hello: "Hello, Senior Sister Teng."

"Hello, Junior Brother! Come, I will help you pull the box." Teng Congcong smiled and stretched out her hand.

Yang Lingyue shook her head: "No, it's very heavy. I will trouble Senior Sister Teng to lead the way."

Teng Congcong was happy: "Hey, Junior Brother, Senior Sister will teach you something. In our department, regardless of gender, we all have to carry machines. Pulling a box is nothing."

"Then trouble you."

Teng Congcong stretched out her hand and pulled it, and said in surprise: "Wow, what are you carrying? It's so heavy even if you pull it."

Unable to refuse the enthusiasm of this senior sister, she said: "Computer, camera, books, just give it to me, I will take care of it for you."

After leaving the teaching building, we arrived at the dormitory building in less than 5 minutes. There was no way this school was too small. It was about the same size as Yang Lingyue's high school and had not as many students as the high school. . . .

Teng Congcong didn't stop talking along the way and kept introducing. Yang Lingyue remembered one sentence that the directing department will be exhausted from the second half of the semester.

Yang Lingyue's dormitory is 407, a four-person room, 900 per semester.

When he arrived at the door, Yang Lingyue took the initiative and said, "Thank you, senior sister. I'll leave you a phone number. I'll settle down and treat you to dinner."

"Then I take it seriously. Remember it, 130xxxxxxxx."

Teng Congcong thinks that the best-looking freshman in the directing department is very sensible. That’s right, that’s the directing department. There are many better-looking students in the acting department than him.

The entire directing department, including graduate students, has less than 40 male students. This is because Nortel has a tradition of admitting students, that is, the male-to-female admission ratio is almost 1:1. The good-looking ones go to the acting department. Who can take the directing exam? Bitter haha ​​department.

Then, Yang Lingyue pushed open the dormitory door.

I found two people, one of whom I knew, the monkey-like Wang Zi Zhao.

"Hey, here you go, it's just you."

Wang Zizhao, who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, sat up, feeling like he was reunited with an old friend.

"Hello, hello."

Another man was laying out a mat, with oily hair and a dark complexion. He was about 1.6 meters tall and said hello with a Hu Jian accent.

"Hello."

Yang Lingyue said hello with a smile and saw an empty bed on the right side by the balcony. When he went over and took a look, his name was indeed written on the bedside.