Chapter 4: Guaranteed learning and passing

Chen Nuo had been to the Film Academy.

That was in 2018, more than ten years later. At that time, he knew a friend, a Beijinger, a "wan zhu" (a local playboy), who brought him here to play for a few days.

He met and had in-depth contact with several girls who were said to be studying inside. It had to be said that there were many tricks and rich postures, which really opened the eyes of this bumpkin from Sichuan.

It was also this experience of a few days that made him always feel that this Film Academy was not a proper school.

Unexpectedly, in 2005, thousands of people signed up, thousands.

The gate of the Beijing Film Academy seemed not to have changed for decades. He stood at the gate and looked around. After confirming his struggle goals for the next few months, he prepared to leave.

At this time, Chen Nuo noticed a few young people with a very artistic atmosphere squatting not far away, one of whom was smoking, his eyes fixed on him.

Originally, he didn't pay much attention, but after taking two steps, he heard someone shouting behind him: "That student, wait a moment."

Chen Nuo looked back and saw a guy with shoulder-length hair, neither human nor ghost, running over. It was exactly the most eye-catching one among those artistic youths just now.

In Chen Nuo's view, people with this style were basically either selling, smoking, or doing something shady; there was no other possibility.

"Hey hey hey, wait a moment."

This person chased up. Looking at him from a close distance, he felt a bit more pleasing to the eye than he imagined. He was in his 20s. Although his attire was quite individual, his face carried a bit of comedy, with round eyes and thick eyebrows.

Overall, he looked like a Crayon Shin-chan cosplaying a hippie.

"Student, calling you, something's up. Wait, wait a moment." The man coughed a few times, as if that short 20-meter sprint had exhausted his physical strength.

Chen Nuo asked: "What's up?" At the same time, he had a faint feeling in his heart, afraid that he had encountered "that kind of thing."

As expected, the man's first sentence was: "Want to make a movie?"

Heh.

Chen Nuo shook his head: "No interest." Saying that, he bypassed the man and walked forward.

The man flashed quickly and blocked Chen Nuo in front again: "Don't be in a hurry, aren't you from the Film Academy, don't you want to make a movie?"

Chen Nuo shook his head again: "I'm not, and I don't want to."

The man looked a bit surprised: "Not... wait a moment." He chased up two steps, trying to block Chen Nuo again.

Chen Nuo didn't hesitate, because he saw from his peripheral vision that the man's accomplices had also followed up, and it was very likely that if the scam didn't work, they would change to hard robbery.

In this era, there were no cameras. Even if this was a busy area in Beijing, public security mostly had to be maintained by oneself.

Without a word, he directly gave the man a kick to the crotch.

He didn't use all his strength, so as not to destroy the eggs. Even so, the man let out a scream that resounded through the night sky, fell to the ground immediately with a thud, covered his crotch, and rolled around on the ground howling.

Amidst the angry shouts of his few companions, Chen Nuo ran away, running for two streets before stopping.

In 2018, he heard from the friend who hung out with him,

in the early years, there were many scammers at the gate of the Beijing Film Academy, specifically looking for pretty girls to scam. The first sentence they said was that there was a movie to be made, and quite a few silly girls really fell for it.

The friend said with regret at the time, it's a pity there's no such good thing now.

But Chen Nuo only knew today that in this era, it wasn't just women who were scammed, even men were. Damn, thinking of that long-haired man, Chen Nuo felt his butt was a bit chilly.

After such a thing happened, he didn't dare to wander around anymore, and returned to where he lived around 9 o'clock.

Opened the door, the living room was pitch black, there was no movement, and a pair of pink slippers were placed at the entrance, looking like Yang Mi had gone out.

So he took a shower and went back to the room to sleep. Originally, he wanted to lie on the bed and think about the Film Academy exam, organize his thoughts, but as soon as his head touched the pillow, he was out cold.

Early the next morning, Chen Nuo was woken up by the chord ringtone of his Nokia.

It was a strange number, and he answered it in a daze.

The man on the other end of the phone had a quite mature voice, and shouldn't be young: "Is this student Chen Nuo?"

Chen Nuo yawned and rubbed his eye boogers: "Yes, who are you?"

"I am a teacher at the Guangying Film and Television Performance School, my surname is Yuan. You previously signed up for a full-time art exam training class here, and classes start today. May I ask when you can come to report?"

"Ah."

Chen Nuo remembered, guaranteed learning and passing.

"I'll go over right now."

"OK." The man hung up the phone after reporting an address. Chen Nuo knew that address; he happened to pass by when he was wandering around last night, and it was an office building.

Looking at the time on his phone, it was almost 9 o'clock. He got up to wash, and also noticed that the slippers at the entrance were still in their original position, and the person seemed not to have returned all night.

After washing up hastily, he rushed to that address.

The film and television school was on the fifth floor of the office building. After getting off the elevator and turning left, you could see a quite large logo, pasted on the glass wall, golden and shining, very imposing. The front desk receptionist was a young beauty, wearing a small suit, looking very capable and professional. When she opened her mouth to greet, she actually spoke English, looking very high-end and atmospheric.

Under the guidance of the front desk beauty, Chen Nuo went to the innermost part of the office, a room of about 50 square meters. Through the glass wall, he could see more than ten boys and girls of similar age to him sitting on the floor, and a man in his 30s standing in front of them, dancing and talking about something.

The front desk walked to the door, knocked lightly, and said to the man: "Teacher Yuan, Chen Nuo is here."

Teacher Yuan was quite handsome, combing a big back, looking very much like a successful person. He looked at Chen Nuo, nodded, and signaled that he could come in.

Chen Nuo walked to the back of the classroom and sat on the floor like the others. Teacher Yuan also continued the topic he was talking about before.

What he was talking about was exactly the issue of guaranteed learning and passing that Chen Nuo most wanted to hear.

"Continuing from what I just said, to pass the Film Academy exam, that's thousands of troops crossing a single-log bridge. How many boys and girls in China want to be stars? And how many does Beijing Film Academy recruit every year?"

"Without exaggeration, ordinary students who haven't undergone professional training have zero chance. And why can our school pat its chest and guarantee that students who have read our art exam training class are just better than others?"

"Because our teachers are all internal lecturers and professors of the school. Even the teacher teaching you now might be the one interviewing you at that time. May I ask, in this way, how can the pass rate not be high?"

"For example, the teacher who will teach you later is specifically invited by our school from inside Beijing Film Academy. He is very likely to be your interview teacher in the future."

"So, I hope everyone listens carefully. OK, now it's 9:50, everyone rest for ten minutes, we will start class on time at 10 o'clock."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 5 =====