The world of film and television begins from childhood

"Zhou Chen, look quickly, the person dancing in this video is you, right?"

Daxiong pointed the phone screen at Zhou Chen. This was the interface of the Kuaiyin app, and it was playing a picture of a man in a short-sleeved shirt dancing.

When Qiao Yingzi saw it, she was immediately surprised and said, "It's really you, Zhou Chen, isn't this the same thing that happened before we started school?"

Huang Zhitao also saw it clearly: "Yes, it was that time, but how did your dancing video get uploaded to Kuaiyin?"

Qiao Yingzi: "It must have been filmed when he was dancing that time, and then uploaded. Let me see, it already has over 3 million likes and over 30,000 comments."

Daxiong said, "Yes, that's amazing, Zhou Chen. I didn't expect that besides playing the piano well, you can also dance so well."

Fang Yifan and Lin Leier squeezed over and asked curiously, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Daxiong immediately handed the phone to Fang Yifan, "Fanghou, look, Zhou Chen's video has gone viral."

Fang Yifan quickly took it and recognized it at a glance. Then he clicked on the comments and read them carefully.

The comment section was filled with a series of praises, some praising Zhou Chen for his good dancing, some praising Zhou Chen for his handsome looks, some praising Zhou Chen for his good figure, and all kinds of weird comments.

Of course, in addition to the praise, there are also many haters who criticize it in various ways, saying that the dance machine is simple, that Zhou Chen is deliberately hyping it up, and so on.

Wang Yidi also followed behind to join in the fun. After she saw Zhou Chen's dance video, she exclaimed in surprise: "Zhou Chen, you can play the piano, compose music, and dance. If you take the art exam, with your grades, you will definitely be able to get into the best art school in Yanjing."

"Arts exam?"

Fang Yifan wanted to continue to argue, but when he heard about the art exam, he asked curiously, "What is the art exam?"

Seeing Fang Yifan's confused look, Wang Yidi was extremely proud.

"No way, Fang Hou, you don't even know about the art exam? You are too ignorant, aren't you?"

Fang Yifan didn't want to give Wang Yidi a chance to be proud, but he was really curious, so he asked Zhou Chen: "Zhou Chen, you know a lot of things, you must know what the art exam is, right?"

Zhou Chen was too lazy to explain, "Wang Yidi is about to take the art exam, and she knows more than me, so you can just ask her. I'm not interested in the art exam, so I'll go back to the classroom first."

Of course he knew what the art exam was, but he had never studied it, so he didn't know much about what was in the exam and when it would be held.

With his ability, it would be a piece of cake for him to take the art exam, but he was not planning to pursue an artistic career in this world, so he had no interest in the art exam.

Seeing Zhou Chen leave, Fang Yifan could only ask Wang Yidi: "Wang Yidi, tell me, what is the art exam and what is it about?"

Wang Yidi became even more proud. She looked up and said, "Then I'll give you a general introduction. This art exam is just..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 261: Cold and Fever, Nervous Yingzi

Fang Yifan sat next to Zhou Chen stealthily, with a hesitant expression on his face. He wanted to speak, but couldn't.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Chen closed the Chinese textbook in his hand and asked helplessly: "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Yifan: "Nothing, I just listened to what Wang Yidi said about the art exam, and I think it's very suitable for me. Zhou Chen, do you think I can pass the art exam if I take it?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"What are you doing? Tell the truth or not, tell the truth."

"You are out of luck now."

"What do you mean, why do I have no chance? Even though I'm not as good at dancing as you, I can sing very well. Why do I have no chance?"

Fang Yifan was very unconvinced. He admitted that he was not as good at dancing as Zhou Chen, but Wang Yidi also said that the art exam was not just about dancing, but also about other aspects. He felt that he still had great hope. Why did Zhou Chen say that he had no hope?

Zhou Chen said, "Fang Hou, I'm not trying to discourage you. You are really not good enough now. Do you think the art exam is just a game where you can just sing a song and dance? To tell you the truth, the acceptance rate of the art exam is even more frightening than the college entrance exam. It's not as easy as you think."

The college entrance examination only tests academic performance, but the art examination, in addition to academic scores, also tests talent, and even facial features are restricted. Most importantly, the admission rate of the art examination is too low. Often, not only a hundred people may be admitted out of thousands of applicants. It is even more difficult than the college entrance examination.

To be fair, Fang Yifan's appearance is not outstanding and he has no talent training. To outsiders, he seems to be of some level, but to insiders, he is just an amateur.

With Fang Yifan's current level, if he were to take an art exam, there would be no chance of him being admitted.

"Is it so difficult?"

Although Fang Yifan had heard Wang Yidi talk about the art exam, even Wang Yidi was not particularly clear about how difficult it was.

But Zhou Chen is different. He has been in the entertainment industry for more than 20 years. Although he has never seen an art exam, he has seen too many boys and girls chasing their dreams. Those people are better than Fang Yifan, but they still can't get into a good art school.

Therefore, without some particularly outstanding talents and abilities, it would be extremely difficult to pass the art exam.

Otherwise, do you really think those art schools are doing charity work and would accept a student like you who has no special skills?

Unless you are truly stunningly beautiful and incredibly handsome, there might still be a chance.

"Of course it's difficult, but you're not hopeless. There are still a few months before the art exam, so you can find someone to help you train. If you really have talent, maybe you can use these few months to improve and really get into an art school."

In fact, Zhou Chen was also very surprised that in the TV series, Fang Yifan was able to pass the examinations of three art colleges in just a few months.

You should know that normal art exam candidates start preparing early. Some have prepared for more than ten years, and some have prepared for several years.

Fang Yifan only studied for a few months and was able to pass the exam. It can only be said that the protagonist's halo is too strong.

"Zhou Chen, do you think I have talent?" Fang Yifan asked expectantly.

Zhou Chen: "Why are you asking me? I'm not an art exam teacher. If you want to know if you have talent, go find professionals to see it. But the prerequisite is that you have to convince your parents. After all, in the eyes of their older generation, the college entrance examination is the right path."

Fang Yifan said, "What's the right path or wrong path? As long as you can get into college, it's the right path. And I think art colleges are more interesting than ordinary colleges. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to convince my mother."

"Then I wish you all the best."

Zhou Chen laughed. He knew that for the art exam, Fang Yifan would fight fiercely with his mother Tong Wenjie, and in the end he would be defeated miserably by his mother.

However, there are very few parents in the world who do not consider their children. Although Tong Wenjie disagreed verbally, she began to search for information about art exams in private.

Not long after the midterm exam, the school prepared to hold a parent-teacher meeting for the senior class. This time, the parent-teacher meeting would be different from previous ones. In addition, psychological experts would be invited from outside to provide psychological counseling and consultation to the senior students and their parents.

This made Zhou Chen feel very emotional. When he first went to school for a parent-teacher meeting, he just sat in the classroom, then the principal spoke, then the head teacher spoke, and then the meeting ended.

Wow, this Chunfeng Middle School has a swearing-in ceremony and expert psychological counseling...

Zhou Chen planned to notify his uncle about this parent-teacher meeting, but he estimated that his uncle Song Yuan would most likely not be available.

In addition to the parent-teacher meeting, the school has another important thing to do, which is the winter camp that is about to begin.

Winter camps are organized by major universities. Interested students can sign up, which is equivalent to participating in the school's independent enrollment assessment and interview. If they perform well in the winter camp, they can get the school's independent enrollment admission preferences.

Therefore, this winter camp is very attractive to many students, especially outstanding students.

Zhou Chen didn't have much idea about this winter camp, nor did he plan to attend it. He had absolute confidence in his abilities. Even if he didn't pass the independent enrollment and early admission, he would be able to get into his ideal university in the college entrance examination.

Instead of going to winter camp, you might as well do something you want to do during the winter vacation.

"Let's go, Zhou Chen, go to physical education class."

Fang Yifan pulled Zhou Chen out of the classroom. The courses in the third year of high school are busy. For most of the third year students, physical education class is one of the few pastimes.

"We're still playing basketball today, and I'm going to torture you once."

Speaking of playing basketball, all the boys in the basic class were very sad because they had all been beaten badly by Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen's physical fitness has reached the level of a professional athlete. Coupled with his basketball skills and awareness, he can easily defeat a group of high school students.

Most of the boys in the class were defeated by Zhou Chen. They had no choice but to accept the defeat because the gap in strength was too big.

But there were also people who were not convinced, including Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang.

Fang Yifan was unwilling to accept the defeat in a naughty way, while Ji Yangyang was unwilling to accept the defeat out of character. Every time they had physical education class, they would both challenge Zhou Chen.

The results of the challenges, without exception, were all bloody defeats.

It was the same in today's physical education class. Fang Yifan, who was dancing the most happily, challenged Zhou Chen to a bullfight. The bloody defeat of 11 to 0 made him become autistic.

"What a joke! What a joke!"

Zhou Chen tightened his coat. He felt a little cold and his nose was running uncontrollably.

"Zhou Chen, what's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold?"

Qiao Yingzi, who was walking with Zhou Chen, saw Zhou Chen sneezing several times and immediately asked with concern.

Zhou Chen wiped his nose and said, "Maybe I caught a cold during the physical education class today. It's okay. I'll be fine after a good sleep. I'm in good health."

"Then you have to be careful. It's a changing season and the weather is getting colder. Don't catch the flu, or it will be very troublesome."

Yanjing is in the north, and November is already quite cold. When the seasons change and the weather turns cooler, people are most likely to catch a cold or have a fever.

"Okay, got it. I'll make myself some cold medicine when I get home, then have a good sleep. I should be fine tomorrow morning."

Colds come at any time, and sometimes you can't avoid them even if you are in good physical condition.

But Zhou Chen was not too worried. He was in good physical condition and was still young. Even if he really caught a cold, he would be able to recover quickly.

But this time he overestimated himself. Although he drank cold medicine at night, he still had a fever in the early morning.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Chen felt his mind was fuzzy, as if it was spinning, and his throat was sore when he swallowed. This made him realize immediately that he was in trouble.

After being unconscious for a long time without recovering, Zhou Chen could only turn on the bedside lamp, prop up his body, and pick up the thermometer that he had placed on the bedside table last night.

The thermometer is a primitive mercury thermometer. Although today's thermometer guns are very advanced, Zhou Chen still feels that they are not very accurate. Mercury thermometers are more accurate.

Putting the thermometer under his armpit, Zhou Chen lay down again, looked at his mobile phone, and started counting.

"At least 38.5 degrees or above."

The results haven't come out yet, but Zhou Chen already has a guess. What could make him feel so uncomfortable definitely can't be hypothermia.

A few minutes later, Zhou Chen took out the thermometer and looked at it.

39.6 degrees!

"This happened too quickly. It must be tonsillitis, an old problem."

Zhou Chen smiled bitterly. He just caught a cold during the physical education class. It had only been a dozen hours and his tonsils were inflamed and he had a fever, which had reached a frightening 39.6 degrees.

Zhou Chen was the only one at home, so he had to do it himself. He tore off the cooling patch he had prepared and applied it to his forehead, then poured some antipyretic medicine and drank it.

I don’t know how much time has passed. Although my throat is still uncomfortable, my head finally feels much better. I am no longer dizzy as before. This is because the antipyretic medicine has taken effect.

However, Zhou Chen knew that this was only a temporary reduction in fever. If the tonsils were not anti-inflammated in time, the body temperature would rise again within a few hours.

He glanced at the time and it was just past four o'clock. In his current condition, he definitely couldn't drive to the hospital alone, so he could only wait until daybreak.

Under the effect of the antipyretic, Zhou Chen slept for a while. When he woke up again, he felt his body temperature was starting to rise again.

It was already past seven o'clock, and Zhou Chen had no intention of going to school. He picked up his phone and called Pan Shuai to ask for leave.

When Pan Shuai learned that Zhou Chen had a fever, he was very nervous and said he would come to see him and take him to the hospital, but Zhou Chen refused.

Enduring the discomfort, Zhou Chen went to the kitchen to wash rice and cook, preparing to make a pot of rice porridge.

This is what his mother taught him. When you have a cold or fever, you cannot eat anything casually. It is best to drink warm water and rice porridge soup.

When he was at home, his mother cooked for him, but now he has to cook by himself.

“It’s so fucking uncomfortable.”

It was just a simple matter of washing rice and cooking porridge, but it made Zhou Chen feel very uncomfortable and he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

He hadn't had a fever for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be so severe this time, catching him off guard.

Lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, Zhou Chen was in a daze and didn't know how much time had passed. He picked up the phone next to him and saw that it was already 8:42.

After drinking a bowl of rice porridge soup, my throat felt a little better, but my body temperature was getting higher and higher, and was beginning to return to the trend of last night.

Seeing that it was already past nine o'clock and he could take the antipyretic medicine again, Zhou Chen immediately drank it, then quickly changed his clothes, put on a mask, wrapped himself tightly, and went out.

Zhou Chen hailed a taxi at the gate of the community and went straight to the hospital.

During the break at school, Qiao Yingzi came to the basic class and wanted to find Zhou Chen, but after looking around, she couldn't find Zhou Chen.

Fang Yifan happened to walk over and saw Qiao Yingzi looking around, so he walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

"Yingzi."

Qiao Yingzi was startled. Seeing that it was Fang Yifan, she immediately scolded him in dissatisfaction: "You want to scare me to death."

Fang Yifan asked with a smile: "What are you looking at here furtively?"

Qiao Yingzi asked, "I'm looking for Zhou Chen. Where is he? Is he out?"

Fang Yifan: "No, Zhou Chen didn't come today. I just asked Teacher Pan and he said Zhou Chen asked for leave."

"He took a leave of absence, what's going on?" Qiao Yingzi asked in surprise.

"Teacher Pan said he was not feeling well, and seemed to have a cold and a fever."

Fang Yifan shook his head and said, "This guy usually looks quite strong, but I didn't expect that his health is not as good as mine."