Returning to Jingying, Jin Boyuan climbed directly onto the bed and fell asleep, with a sense of déjà vu that he would live and die with the bed: "I'm finally back!"
Xie Buchen was also very tired and sat on the hanging chair and let out a long breath, while Han Fei and Qin Ming quickly took out their razors and started to clean up the stubble on their faces.
But soon there was a knock on the door. Xie Buchen opened the door and saw that it was the counselor. The four of them suddenly had an ominous premonition.
The counselor's name is Chen Zheng. He was also a student of Beijing Film Academy. Needless to say, he is good-looking. However, it is obvious that he is not popular in the boys' dormitory. After all, which boy has never fantasized about his college counselor being cute and cute?
Girl?
Chen Zheng obviously knew that his home court was not here, so he hastily distributed the course schedule to the four of them and left.
Han Fei picked up the curriculum and cursed: "Cheating!"
Originally, he thought that art school would just be about learning acting, practicing body shape, and arranging sketches, etc., and that his life would be very comfortable, but in fact? The curriculum was densely packed with courses.
Just "analysis of drama masterpieces" and "analysis of film, television, and literary works". There are also Chinese film history, foreign film history, and introduction to film directors... This does not include language, vocal music, and body.
, these professional courses in performing arts.
Han Fei had the urge to scold his mother. Are you sure this thing isn't cultivating artists?
Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan looked indifferent: "You don't even know this, how did you get admitted to Beijing Film Academy?"
Okay, you won. Han Fei said that he took acting classes for three months.
"You are awesome!" Xie Buchen also gave a thumbs up. This is really not a compliment. After all, he has a lot of practical experience and spent a year studying for further studies before he could pass the exam. If he didn't know Han Fei well,
As a person, Xie Buchen must suspect that this guy is just showing off.
Normally, Han Fei would still be in the mood to argue with them, but he really wasn't in the mood now. He had never been exposed to these professional courses. If he didn't want to fail, he had to take every subject as seriously as he took the college entrance examination.
Han Fei seemed to see that the good days of college were fading away from him.
After a while, Han Fei and his party came to the classroom. There were less than twenty classmates sitting sparsely around them. Most of them had met at the military training base, so they could be considered acquaintances.
At eight o'clock, an old man with white hair appeared on the podium, but he was different from ordinary old men. This man seemed to be very old, but his waist was neither bent nor hunched. He wore a white shirt on the upper body and suit pants on the lower body.
It gives people a very elegant feeling.
Han Fei couldn't help but think, if this old man is so temperamental because he has been influenced by art for a long time, learning this does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.
"Today, let's talk about the history of film. The world's first film "Roundhay Garden Scene" appeared in the UK, but because it was only two seconds long, the French had objections to it. They
I think the first film in history should be "Factory Gate" by French photographer Lumiere..."
The old man's voice was loud, his words were clear, and his grasp of pauses and hurries made Han Fei admire him. He had only experienced this kind of line skills with some first-line actors.
"Sure enough, he is a worthy scholar despite his reputation." Han Fei was taking notes while listening to the lecture. He had used some clever tricks to get into the Beijing Film and Television Academy, which also gave him some misconceptions. It seemed that Beijing Film Academy was nothing more than that, but it was just a class.
After class, Han Fei completely gave up this idea.
In the cafeteria at noon, Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan looked around for a while. Han Fei couldn't help but curiously asked: "What are you looking at?"
Xie Buchen curled his lips: "Don't look, Yang Kexin won't come."
Qin Ming asked doubtfully: "How do you know?"
"Thank you for saying that you are a loyal fan of Yang Kexin. She posted her itinerary on Weibo last night. She must have joined the group by now." Xie Buchen said slowly.
Jin Boyuan blushed at first, then glared angrily: "How do you know so clearly? Tell me honestly, do you have a crush on our little fairy?"
Xie Buchen rolled his eyes: "Please, I have Weibo friends with her."
Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan stopped talking. Jealousy made people look hateful and that was it.
"Hey, the first period in the afternoon is physical fitness class, are you all ready?" Qin Ming suddenly winked at Jin Boyuan.
Han Fei was confused: "What are you preparing for?"
Xie Buchen and the other three looked at each other and smiled: "You will know when the time comes."
In the afternoon, Han Fei and his party arrived at the physical training classroom. They had just put on their practice clothes when a familiar figure walked in at the door. It turned out to be the invigilator of Han Fei's art exam. He vaguely remembered her surname was Tao.
"Hello, classmates, my name is Tao Yuehua, and I am your physical education teacher..."
Tao Yuehua's expression was very serious, but she couldn't help but exude a charm that is unique to mature women. How could a bunch of young boys resist it? Their eyes were all straight. The girls were envious and jealous, competing with Tao Yuehua.
Looking up, girls are like green apples that are not yet ripe. Although they may be very sweet, they are never bright and smooth enough, and they don't have the urge to move their index fingers at a glance.
During the warm-up, the boys in the class didn't pay much attention. Only Han Fei followed the movements meticulously, which made Tao Yuehua look at Han Fei in a different light.
But the actual situation is that Han Fei knows how much he weighs. Since it is a physical fitness class, stretching is definitely indispensable. His old muscles have not been exercised at all. If he does not warm up honestly, he may be in trouble later.
It may even be broken in a moment. The body is the capital of revolution.
"Come on, students, follow my movements, get down..." Tao Yuehua faced the students' beautiful legs and began to slowly press down.
Han Fei was also working hard to push down, but this thing couldn't be done with hard work, and when he looked around, he suddenly felt desperate.
The other students have basically reached 180 degrees. Even the fat guy Jin Boyuan has reached 160 degrees. He is the only one who is still working hard from 90 degrees to 100 degrees.
Tao Yuehua suddenly stood up, came all the way behind Han Fei, and pressed his shoulders: "Come on, try harder, are you a man still afraid of pain?"
Han Fei gritted his teeth and tried not to scream, but as Tao Yuehua pressed harder and harder, he couldn't help but scream: "Ah~~~No, please slow down, no, I can't do it anymore"
."
"Pfft~~~" The classmates thought he did it on purpose and burst into laughter.
Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan also followed the joke: "Tsk tsk, Old Han still has a way. If he had known it, I would have pretended that I couldn't go down, and I could still have close contact with Teacher Tao."
Tao Yuehua slapped Han Fei on the back of the head angrily: "What are you yelling for? If you don't practice hard and hard, you won't be able to practice in the future."
Han Fei's face turned red: "But, can you let me rest for a while? I feel like I can't feel anything in my legs!"
"Ah~~~" As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Yuehua's whole body was pressed on Han Fei's back. He just heard him scream, and his legs finally reached 180 degrees.
"As expected of Lao Han, his acting skills are really amazing." Jin Boyuan marveled.
Qin Ming secretly admired him: "In terms of acting, I'm not as good as Han Yuan."
"He doesn't seem to be pretending this time, right?" Xie Buchen muttered.