The pines and cypresses in the library stretched out their bodies, looking as strong as before, but Fang Yi walked by, and there were clusters of sounds under his feet. They were a few pieces of withered pine needles, pine withers, slightly
Riding on the wind, it had to leave the ground; it was trampled to pieces by pedestrians and could not struggle.
It turns out that pines and cypresses also lose their leaves.
Fang Yi put the tangerines he bought on the ground and searched carefully for a complete pine leaf of good quality, but he couldn't find it, so he had to give up.
He came to express his gratitude to Ren Changhong. Of course, he might also ask for leave.
The Teaching Department is diagonally across from the library, separated by a long street. It is full of students holding books. They gather in twos, twos and threes and walk in a hurry, forming circles. If the teacher sitting upstairs in the Teaching Department opens the window,
Looking outside, you should be able to see the continuously falling and growing pines and cypresses, as well as the students under the trees.
Compared with other schools, the campus of Yangxi Opera is extremely small. It was on this long street that Fang Yi met an acquaintance from his class.
In an envious and helpless tone:
"Fang Yi~ I didn't see you in class last time...the teacher wanted to pick someone to answer the question, but he picked you, but there was no one, so he had to ask me to go up and show my shame and give you a criticism."
"I'm really sorry."
"You are also a freshman, how can you get so many jobs? How did you get them?" The other party murmured to himself, gradually looked at him, and stopped talking. "..." He could only purse his lips, "
Oh, it’s so nice of you to be like this..."
Fang Yi shrugged. He didn't know what to comfort him, so he could only smile.
"Do you know you're deducting points?" the man asked.
"have no idea."
"Well... go and ask Teacher Ren Changhong. He should have a solution. All the teachers in the performance department will give him face. If you choose him as your graduation thesis advisor in the future, you probably won't have to defend it and will pass it directly.
"
"Okay, I'm just looking for him."
Fang Yi thanked this classmate.
The man he was facing had good looks, fair skin and a long body. Among ordinary people, he was one of the most handsome men in a thousand.
Unfortunately, there are too many handsome men in the acting department.
When he was about to walk away, he heard the other party's low voice, "My name is Bai Yu."
Fang Yi turned around, and Bai Yu seemed startled. He took a step back, then smiled and said, "You don't need to introduce yourself. Everyone in our class knows you." He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his clothes.
Clean and sweaty. "Master Fang recognized me today."
"Thank you." Fang Yi also extended his hand. He did not question the other party's title. Fang Yi has been accustomed to such compliments since he was a child.
Bai Yu obviously thought of this, he laughed to himself, but sighed, "I won't disturb Fang Shen anymore, I'm leaving first."
Such a person should have been the absolute center of the small circle before coming to this school.
Fang Yi watched Bai Yu walking past the pine and cypress leaves where he had just come, without looking back, and then he carried the tangerine to the teaching department and suddenly remembered.
[Should I give him one or two tangerines?]
Let him stay right here and don't move.
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"Points deducted?"
Ren Changhong raised his voice and took a short step to close the office door, "How is this possible?" He poured water for Fang Yi and said, "You are now one of the school's key training targets. For this type of people, the school will
Of course we can be accommodating." After saying that, Ren Changhong's round eyes rolled around and he made a clicking sound from his mouth, like beating a drum before singing.
Fang Yi waited patiently for the next chapter.
Ren Changhong gathered enough momentum and finally said, "But it's impossible for you not to go to class... at least you have to take professional classes. I'll explain it to you in public classes, and the teachers will understand."
Fang Yi nodded.
Ren Changhong took out a note from the drawer. The school badge and name of Yangzhou Opera were printed on the upper left corner. He tore up a small stack and signed each one on the blank note. His saliva flew everywhere. "Fang Yi, all the teachers in the professional courses know him.
You, you can't attend this class. If you have time, go to other classes according to the teacher's schedule and try to take care of the teacher's mood." "As for the public classes, there are always people who don't know you, and those from other colleges may not.
Knowing the situation of our acting department, we are in urgent need of a young actor who can take the lead - at this time, you can give them this."
That was the note signed by Ren Changhong. Since xx cannot go to class, he will study relevant courses at home.
Self-study?
What a waste of time to learn.
If a normal college student learns to skip classes by himself, what is the point of skipping classes?
"You have a cold, gastritis, or you went out to do experiments... you can find your own reasons."
Fang Yi stretched out his hand to take it. He noticed that the stack of notes that Ren Changhong tore was already a little missing, and the plastic spine was slightly wider than the pages.
But Ren Changhong stopped. "Fang Yi, you have to promise me something."
"You say."
Ren Changhong, who was originally leaning on the coffee table, grinned and lay back on the boss chair. Due to his serious lack of height and the boss chair being too big, the tight green trousers could no longer cover his knees.
The black socks made Teacher Ren look like he was lying on his back, like a snapping turtle with its belly exposed.
The snapping turtle picked up the strong tea. This ridiculously strong tea was like water plants rooted in the sea, constantly undulating in waves. "You drink tea first."
Fang Yi took a sip.
Ren Changhong spoke up, "I also have to guide students to write papers, and my superiors give me tasks every year..."
Fang Yi remembered that about ten minutes ago, Bai Yu had asked him to find Ren Changhong and pay homage to the pier, and to reserve the position of teacher Ren's disciple in advance, so that he could live a happy life while skipping classes in the future.
However, shouldn't I be the one to mention it? Why not follow the procedure?
He didn't speak for a while, but Ren Changhong's needs were more urgent.
"Fang Yi, as a teacher who has trained so many people, I hope that every student can follow their own acting path smoothly, and I also want to provide some resources that the college can get; but my ability is limited and I cannot help at the same time.
Everyone, of course, not everyone is worthy of my guarantee. I may not have any more fate with that kind of person, only a little teacher-student relationship arranged by the system..."
Fang Yi blinked and looked at the torn leave application form.
Snapping Turtle followed his gaze, and Ren's face showed almost no redness in front of this leaked fact, "You can't control the seniors. The sophomores and juniors are very good, so they can still get it——
But you have just entered school, so this is really unprecedented."
Ren continued, "Think about it, have you ever heard of freshmen going to make movies? Not only our Central Television, but also other film and television schools in the capital. Think about it carefully..."
Snapping Turtle is very proud. Because what he has given is indeed a precious privilege at this time. Major film and television companies always recruit and train people from colleges and universities. If you can devote yourself wholeheartedly to your career, you will be better off than others who cannot fully attend to it.
As far as school students are concerned, this is cheating.
Are there any of you who are already filming in your freshman year?
Fang Yi went through it in his mind, and it seemed that except for a certain model child star who became famous at a young age and couldn't be restrained, there seemed to be almost no one who disobeyed the control.
People come here to become famous, but the school thinks it is to impart knowledge. If this continues, will it be possible for junior high school students and high school students to directly film movies instead of taking academic classes?
In this way, after becoming famous, you can have a longer acting life.
Fang Dashen, who was already an undergraduate, couldn't imagine that he chose to temporarily succumb to power. "Teacher Ren, I originally wanted to choose you as my mentor."
He agreed.
The citrus he carried with him was also placed on the table of the snapping turtle by Fang Yi, and became a snack for the snapping turtle in his spare time. Citrus is the cheapest fruit at this time, and it lasts a long time. As long as he thinks about it, it will not
Empty waste.
But Fang Yi discovered that on Ren Changhong's coffee table, there were already yellow skin and white meridian threads remaining after peeling.
Has anyone given oranges as a gift? He thought to himself.
"You all know how to give fruits. You know I like to eat this - did someone tell you?" Ren Changhong had already torn open a new tangerine, peeled out the pulp, and gave half of it to Fang Yi.
"I didn't know you liked citrus."
Fang Yi looked at Ren Changhong's increasingly yellow face.
"It seems that we are indeed destined." The leave application note was pushed to Fang Yi, "No... take it."