Chapter 29: Make a Slingshot to Smash Your House's Glass (Asking for Collections and Recommendations)

Imperial Capital

A yellow-and-black taxi turned onto the Third Ring Road, then headed west straight toward the HD District.

Qi Hui sat in the back seat, propping his chin on his hand as he gazed out the window, his eyes holding a hint of surprise.

He had thought that having been washed by big data before his transmigration, he wouldn't feel any shock at so-called first-tier mega-cities, but... the prosperity of the Imperial Capital far exceeded his imagination.

Whether before or after his transmigration, he had never witnessed such incredibly prosperous city with his own eyes.

Once you enter civil engineering, it's as deep as the sea; from then on, the mortal world is just a passerby.

Before transmigration, he was either at a construction site or on his way to one.

Even on holidays, he would just go home, back to his own eighteen-tier small city; every time he arrived, he was so exhausted he just wanted to collapse and sleep, having absolutely no interest in going out.

Qi Hui had only seen this kind of prosperous world on his phone screen.

Even though he had followed his company to build many high-rise buildings, he had never gone back to see those high-rises after they were completed.

Nor could he afford to buy any single room in the buildings he had constructed.

"Dressed in silk and satin, what was it...?"

Qi Hui scratched his head; reciting poetry was too difficult for an engineering student like him.

"Young man, is this your first time in our Imperial Capital?" the driver brother glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "The scenery of our Imperial Capital, you don't have that out of town, right?"

Qi Hui smiled slightly and said, "Then your eyes are poor; I attended university right here."

"Oh my, look at my brain," the driver brother exclaimed, "You went to Beijing Film Academy; I didn't react for a moment."

"Hahaha, you make me laugh, you make me laugh..."

"Driver, you run a taxi; you must have covered the whole Imperial Capital city, right?" Qi Hui casually found a topic.

Hearing this, the driver brother got excited, and his chatterbox suddenly opened up: "Of course; I dare say there isn't a place in the entire Imperial Capital I'm not familiar with; I've been everywhere..."

For a moment, the Beijing accent echoed in Qi Hui's ears; the driver brother spoke endlessly, talking from the south of the city to the north, and from the east to the west.

After finishing the talk on space, he started chatting about time.

He spoke from the Yongle era to the Chongzhen era, from the Yongzheng era to the Gengzi era, and incidentally mentioned Dagu Port.

Truly a driver of the Imperial Capital; don't say, that was truly authentic.

Haidian, Tucheng Road.

Qi Hui originally intended to get off at the school gate, but rows of luxury cars were almost blocking the road.

He simply got off and walked, stepping his way to the school gate.

At the school gate, the area was already covered with red carpets, with two rows of beautiful etiquette teams lined up on both sides, looking somewhat grand.

Today was the school's fiftieth-anniversary celebration; being a bit grand was normal.

Qi Hui walked to the registration desk and handed over his invitation.

"Eh? Senior from the Class of '05 Performance Department?" a student union member said in surprise:

"From Yang Mi's class!"

Hearing this, a girl nearby immediately rushed over: "Is it Tang Xuejian's class? Let me see!"

Mention Beijing Film Academy Class of '05, and it's Yang Mi's class.

Not just them; directors and producers like Zhang Jian and Jiang Wei were the same.

There was no way; "Chinese Paladin 3" was too popular; even if the whole country hadn't watched this drama, they knew the two characters Jing Tian and Tang Xuejian.

"Senior, please come in." The student union member handed the invitation back and also gave Qi Hui a seat number.

Qi Hui waved his hand and turned to walk into the school gate.

The girl looked at Qi Hui's back, lost in thought, and a moment later realized: "Oh, isn't this that senior who caught the fugitive?"

"Fixing bayonets was so cool!"

A boy on the side widened his eyes, immediately got up to find Qi Hui, and said with some regret: "I didn't recognize him."

"Oh, I should have asked him for an autograph."

The girl sneered: "Didn't you say all day that he's very handsome? You didn't even recognize him?"

The boy smiled awkwardly: "I was too busy looking at the gun and the bayonet; how could I notice his face?"

"Tch~" The girl sneered; not looking at such a handsome face, looking at wood and iron for what?

Inside the campus, Qi Hui looked left and right, wandering around blindly.

The seat number was in the playground, in the alumni seating area.

He came here just as part of the atmosphere crew, to listen to the leaders speak and shout "666" on the side.

Of course, there were also speeches by alumni representatives, but only outstanding alumni would take the stage to speak.

"Eh? You kid are back too?" Just as Qi Hui was wandering around blindly, a voice sounded.

Turning his head, he saw a round-faced little old man.

Wang Jinsong

Same name as Uncle Dong from Tazhai, but not the same person.

He was the Vice Dean of the Performance Academy at Beijing Film Academy and had taught Qi Hui's class.

Not only had he taught them, but he had also directed the graduation play for Qi Hui's class.

However, what left the deepest impression on Qi Hui about him was the madman he played in the movie "Who Says I Don't Care."

One line, "Pull out a rubber band to make a slingshot and smash your house's glass," made people burst into laughter; even professional actors like Wang Zhiwen couldn't hold back and laughed on set.

Only Feng Gong, that professional comedy actor, was amazing enough to hold it in.

It was a super famous scene, belonging to the genre.

"Yo, Dean Wang, you still remember me?" Qi Hui smiled.

Wang Jinsong laughed heartily: "How could I forget? You were the best batch of students I've ever taught."

"Besides, it hasn't been long since you graduated, has it?"

In truth, he had long forgotten; he was busy every day with school affairs, teaching duties, and people coming to ask him to act.

How could he remember a student like Qi Hui, who had no distinguishing features other than being handsome?

Beijing Film Academy lacks everything except handsome men and beautiful women.

But didn't Qi Hui do something huge?

Plus, on camera, the three Beijing Film Academy students showed mutual respect, brotherly love, and an incredibly close relationship.

One must remember this is the entertainment industry, a field of fame and fortune, where everyone is desperate to stick their head out to become famous.

Yet here were three Beijing Film Academy students mutually yielding opportunities to appear on camera; who wouldn't praise Beijing Film Academy upon seeing this scene?

Consequently, Beijing Film Academy's reputation began to improve, and he, the one who had taught Qi Hui, shared in that glory.

"Is that so?" Qi Hui expressed doubt: "You didn't say that when directing our graduation play."

"What did I say?"

"You said we were the worst batch of students you've ever led." Qi Hui ruthlessly brought up old scores.

Old Wang clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "Cough... wasn't that to make you more serious?"

He said this every year; he was used to it.

"Alright, since you're back, eat well, drink well, and have fun." Wang Jinsong patted Qi Hui's shoulder and said, "Teach the juniors their assignments when you have time; didn't you often run to the Class of '07 to teach Little Zhang before?"

"Oh, I remember. Don't bother the junior girls, or I won't forgive you!"

Saying this, he walked away quickly, afraid Qi Hui would bring up old scores again.

Watching the little old man leave, Qi Hui helplessly shrugged and prepared to stroll around Beijing Film Academy.

He had no interest in listening to leaders speak and didn't want to go to the playground so soon.

Before graduation, you have to listen to leaders speak and can't move around freely; after graduation, you still have to listen to leaders speak and can't move around freely. In that case, hasn't Mr. Qi's graduation been in vain?

Beijing Film Academy is actually not big; it covers only about a hundred mu, and you can walk through it in a few steps.

Before his transmigration, the engineering university Qi Hui attended covered over four thousand mu; you even had to take a bus just to pick up a delivery.

Comparing the two, Beijing Film Academy seemed like an old, dilapidated small place.

"Senior brother!" Just then, a female voice came from behind.

Qi Hui paused for a moment; was she calling me?

He immediately turned his head and saw a very beautiful Miss, with bright and sweet features, a tall and slender figure, and great temperament.

Jing Tian!

Qi Hui recognized the person at a glance.

I don't think I know her... Qi Hui couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Senior brother, it's me, Jing Tian." This Miss looked delighted and said, seeing Qi Hui's slightly puzzled expression:

"Don't you remember me? Last time you came to our class, I even asked you for advice on a problem!"

Qi Hui: "..."

This conversation feels so familiar; I seem to have seen it somewhere...