A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 145 You look a lot like someone



Chapter 145 You look a lot like someone

"Very good, your vocal conditions are very good, and the acquired learning and training will also be OK." Yu Xin happily stopped her and gave her a very good evaluation.

She hadn't had high hopes when she came here today, having been invited to give guidance to students. Unexpectedly, she had discovered a very talented young man. "Perform normally on the exam and don't get hurt. Your chances of passing are very high."

"Thank you, teacher." After receiving the affirmation, Wang Yidi excitedly bowed in gratitude.

As for Xu Hao who was sitting next to him, he felt that the person who ranked first in the country in the cultural subjects of the acting major was most likely the little girl in front of him.

After Wang Yidi came back, Pan Shuai didn't ask any more questions and just called out the names in the order of their seating.

Xu Hao and Yu Xin took turns giving guidance to the students. For those students who had little hope, the two of them directly suggested that they choose other art majors with higher acceptance rates.

This is also the reason why Chunfeng Middle School held this exchange meeting. The time in the third year of high school is tight and there is no chance to try and make mistakes. Once you choose the wrong application direction, it will not only be a waste of time, but it will also delay the study of cultural courses.

Many students received the response from the two teachers that they were not recommended to apply for the exam. Some of them said that their image was not up to standard, some did not have good psychological qualities, and some had poor vocal conditions.

The most surprising reason for rejection was that the patient had had plastic surgery on his face.

Chen Jinnian even looked at the girl several times. He knew her. She had always been very good-looking, and her facial features had become even more refined in the past two years. He originally thought it was because she had developed well, but he didn't expect it was simply because the doctor had good skills.

For performing arts schools, anyone who has had plastic surgery on their face will not be accepted, even actors who debuted as child stars will receive the same treatment.

If you want to move, you have to wait until the art exam is over, during college or after graduation. No one will care if you move at this time.

There were many students present, but it didn't take too long. Except for Wang Yidi who chatted with Yu Xin for five or six minutes, the others just glanced at it, a short one minute, a long two minutes, and then came down with the suggestions written by the teacher.

The Central Academy of Drama and the Beijing Film Academy now recruit students based on the current market needs, and no longer recruit according to the sheng, dan, jing, mo, and chou system of 20 years ago. If a student is not good-looking, he or she will have no roles to play after being trained, so it is better not to recruit them.

So the answer to whether it works or not is clear at first glance, and the few questions asked later are just formalities.

Soon, about twenty people had passed, leaving only Fang Yifan, the last one to arrive.

Fang Yifan was not nervous at all and had a very strong psychological quality, but his professional level was too poor and he really had the will but not the ability.

He stood with his buttocks tucked in throughout the whole process, and even when the principal reminded him to sit down, he refused to do so.

"Because you didn't write it clearly on your application form, I will just go by what you said in your self-introduction. You are good at singing and dancing. You can actually apply for both musical theater and acting majors." Chen Hao looked at the messy words on the form and said with a headache.

"Musical, that's great. I also like this major." Fang Yifan said excitedly.

But Yu Xin didn't understand what he was so excited about, so she quickly added, "For the musical exam, the requirements for the self-selected repertoire are quite high. Secondly, the requirements for physical form are also very high. The exam content includes musical excerpts, self-prepared manuscripts, assigned manuscripts, musical dance, acting, sight singing and ear training, music theory, interview questions, etc."

The purpose of Yu Xin's long speech was to implicitly remind Fang Yifan that the art exam was not as simple as he thought, and he still had a lot to learn.

However, these words were no longer important to Fang Yifan. He had now found a new direction to apply for the exam and felt that this trip was worthwhile. He was thinking about how to convince his mother when he returned home in the evening.

Chen Hao found a blank space on the application form to write down her opinion. She then said, "Your basic qualifications are acceptable, especially your personality, which makes you suitable for an interview. However, your abilities are lacking. If you don't improve within a short period of time, you'll end up just being a runner-up."

Fang Yifan's current condition is the most troublesome. If you say he is not capable, he still has some hope. If you say he is capable, he only has some hope.

Similar to Schrödinger's cat, no one knows the outcome until the box is finally opened.

After Fang Yifan happily took the annotated "imperial edict" back, Chen Hao took a sip of water and asked, "Is there anyone else applying for the acting major?"

Pan Shuai glanced at the seated students, making sure they had all gone up, and then called out, "Chen Jinnian, it's your turn."

Chen Jinnian, who had been waiting for most of the class, quickly stood up and walked over.

"You're not applying for acting." Yu Xin took his application form and exclaimed in surprise. She looked up at him carefully and said, "It's a shame for you to apply for directing with your looks."

Chen Hao leaned over and glanced at the form in Yu Xin's hand before nodding in agreement. "Indeed, if you were applying to Beijing Film Academy, I think you could get in with facial recognition. Do you know who you look like?"

Chen Jinnian didn't expect Chen Hao to ask this. He pointed at himself in confusion and asked, "Who do I look like?"

"Don't you know it yourself? You look very much like Yu Bo back then, but you're a little less heroic and a little more youthful, and you look more refined overall."

When Chen Hao was at her most popular, Yu Bo was also at his most popular. In addition, they both settled in Beijing. Although they had never worked together, they were not strangers to each other.

After Chen Hao's reminder, Yu Xin also looked up again and took a closer look. "Teacher Chen, if you hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have noticed. Although the temperament is completely different, there are indeed some similarities."

Then she turned to look at Chen Hao, "Yu Bo is from the class of 2002 at the Beijing Film Academy. His teacher from that year should still be teaching and should be an examiner for early next year. You're right, he really can get in just by looking good."

Chen Jinnian listened to them talking and couldn't help but touch his face. He didn't know that being handsome was so valuable that he could even use his face to pass exams.

But before he could say anything, Chen Hao found another highlight and pointed at it and said, "Write down which director's masterpiece it is."

"Director Chen."

"Chen Kaige or Chen Sicheng, when did they shoot this?"

"Chen Jinnian." He smiled sheepishly, "This is an online movie I shot. It's broadcast on the platform and hasn't been released in theaters."

Upon hearing this, the two teachers were stunned. They had seen many child stars, but how could the other person have grown up so quietly?

Afterwards, Chen Jinnian asked weakly, "Teacher Chen Hao, are you still accepting roles? I have a play I'm looking for actors for."

Principal Tang's eyes widened. He felt that the direction of this exchange meeting seemed to have gone astray.


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