[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu":3,"chapter-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-72":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Stealing the Role in 1995 Huayu",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2321061,4540,"Chapter 72: Anecdotes from the Exam Hall","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>Liu Ye grew up in Chun Cheng and speaks with a Northeastern accent; when he says “3,” it comes out with a strong da zha zi flavor, but he thinks his Mandarin is perfectly standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One examiner on the judging panel, hearing Liu Ye’s Northeastern accent, began correcting his pronunciation: “It’s five, four, three. The tongue should be flat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Ye repeated it like a tape recorder several times, but couldn’t fix it, causing many candidates to laugh; yet he had no idea what he was saying wrong, so the examiner simply waved him off and gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The examiner then said: “Now perform your artistic talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Ye immediately puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, I’d like to recite a poem, ‘Missing Home’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then extended his arm and recited: “Enlisted…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop, stop, stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One examiner cut him off immediately, frowning and asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you recite this same poem in your second round?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, another examiner spoke up:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, he recited this one in his first round too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, everyone turned to look at Liu Ye; his Adam’s apple bobbed. He’d slacked off during preparation, memorizing only one poem, thinking it clever—different examiners in each round, one poem would suffice. He never expected it to be exposed in the third round, turning into a huge joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many people began sneaking laughs again; Wu Yuchen watched Liu Ye and couldn’t help grinning—he never imagined Liu Ye could be this clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Liu Ye was honest enough; gathering courage, he shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report, Teacher, I only prepared this one poem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The examiners exchanged glances; finally, Chang Li spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, then show us your special skill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others had already performed dancing, martial arts, opera, calisthenics, etc. Liu Ye paused, then shouted loudly: “Teacher, I don’t know anything else—I just know how to play basketball!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This caused another wave of laughter; many thought this guy was here just to make a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Li tapped the table again; once silence returned, she said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then demonstrate how you play basketball.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people in Liu Ye’s position would have panicked, but he was genuinely carefree—he pretended to hold a basketball, dribbling, dodging, weaving, shooting, and laying up with convincing motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After performing a full routine, Liu Ye returned to his spot and stood at attention: “Report, Teacher, performance complete!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The examiners smiled, and Teacher Chang signaled for him to step down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen felt this trip was truly worth it—he’d witnessed many amusing incidents during the art entrance exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, when Dang Hao took the stage to display his artistic talent, he pulled out a roll of newspaper and handed each examiner a sheet, leaving them bewildered; then he tilted his chin up and grinned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, I’m a poet! This is my published work in the Fushun Evening News! Thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The examiners were left speechless; when asked to demonstrate a special skill, Dang Hao confidently stepped forward and slapped a small notebook onto the examiner’s desk with a snap:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, this is my driver’s license—I can drive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The examiners were both annoyed and amused, glaring at him: “Get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chen Minghao took the stage, he brought a guitar and sang “Flower Room Girl.” Honestly, his singing was quite good until the climax—when suddenly, “ping!”—a string snapped. His song froze at the peak, impossible to continue. The once confident Chen Minghao deflated, strumming the five remaining strings, face turning red as he groaned loudly; the examiners frowned, and finally he trudged off, defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another candidate came up and, like Liu Ye, said: “Teacher, I don’t know anything else—I just know how to pretend to be dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the examiners could react, he face-planted onto the floor with a loud thud, stunning everyone; several examiners nearly rushed over to check if he was okay, but he quickly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen also noticed something amusing: Zhao Wei’s exam number was 860, and right after it was Zhang Ziyi’s 861—these two really were destined to cross paths!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When nearly everyone had performed, Ceng Li had already finished her IV, removed the needle, and stepped up to perform a Peking Opera excerpt, “Su San’s Departure,” which she delivered flawlessly, earning praise from Teacher Chang Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Chang Li suddenly asked Wu Yuchen: “That boy, what’s your exam number?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen looked around, confirmed she was addressing him, and smiled: “Sorry, Teacher, I’m not a candidate—I’m here as a companion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Li internally sighed—this boy had excellent looks; if he’d shown up for the first round, she might have let him try. But now, in the third round, giving him a chance would be unfair to others. Since he wasn’t disrupting the exam, she let him stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final round of the third test was a paired performance. Ceng Li and Chen Minghao were paired together and assigned the theme “Conflict.” Chen Minghao, as decisive as ever, suggested they portray a couple in an argument, with Ceng Li playing a sick girl crying from feelings of injustice. Ceng Li readily agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen had no intention of interfering—it was their exam, and he had no business butting in. Both would pass anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What caught Wu Yuchen’s attention instead was the pair beside him: Liu Ye and Zhao Wei, who seemed to be at odds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wei was a student at Xie Jin Art School, trained in acting, and had already appeared in several films, even playing the female lead in a TV drama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the type who only associated with those who excelled, and Liu Ye’s earlier ridiculous performance had completely turned her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Ye, listen—I’ll tell you how we’ll do it: you just follow me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wei didn’t say anything extreme, but she immediately began giving Liu Ye orders in a commanding tone, laying out how they’d perform, radiating arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Liu Ye had made a fool of himself earlier, he was too carefree to feel inadequate. Her attitude annoyed him—he thought: You went to art school? I had three months of private coaching from a Central Academy of Drama teacher. Why should you tell me what to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I disagree! I think what you’re saying is wrong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While everyone else had already begun rehearsing, these two were still arguing. As time ran out, Zhao Wei finally gave up, sniffing: “Fine, we’ll improvise then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wei thought: With his performance, I’ll crush him on stage—see how he passes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s just do our own thing!” Liu Ye wasn’t intimidated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they took the stage, they indeed performed separately. Zhao Wei tried several times to throw him off, but Liu Ye ignored her completely, sticking to his own scripted story. Frustrated, Zhao Wei lost her rhythm and performed poorly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen couldn’t help smiling—this world was big, yet strangely small; these future stars were already entangled in rivalries and connections so early.\u003C\u002Fp>",1146,"2026-06-20T16:09:29.273Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f5394a091f8384cf60b5bd707070c8bc97dade4c376d46d5d063b5631cb9bc29","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-73","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-71",335,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-cover.jpg"]