Chapter four hundred and seventy third unexpected results
On May 10th, Qin Xiaobao got up at seven o'clock in the morning.
Quietly, he lifted up the quilt and walked out of the bedroom. Wang Bingbing was still sleeping. If young people don't go to work, not many young people can get up so early.
He was going to class and had to leave the warm bed.
I didn’t wash up in the bedroom for fear of waking my wife, so I finished it quickly and heated up a glass of milk to go with the bread I bought last night.
Qin Xiaobao seldom eats breakfast if he has a rest, but he has to eat breakfast during class or work, otherwise he won't be able to bear it.
It was raining lightly outside, the wind was quite strong, and it was a bit cool.
Wang Bingbing had checked the weather forecast last night and prepared clothes for him.
This is a treatment that I couldn't enjoy during normal rest in the past. Not to mention having someone to take care of me at home is really nice.
The young couple supported and helped each other and lived a small life.
When he went out, Qin Xiaobao didn't specifically tell his wife that there was no need, she already knew that he was going to school.
The traffic situation in Shanghai was quite bad in the early morning. People going to work and school were all rushing on the road. It took an hour to arrive at the school at 8:30.
The guard of Qin Xiaobao's car was already very familiar with him, and he waved friendly and let him go.
Park the car, take an umbrella, and go to the classroom with your notebook.
The students have all arrived. Some of them probably got up late and are still eating breakfast.
"Director Qin, the big meat buns from the cafeteria." Someone pushed the bag on the table.
"No, I've eaten." Qin Xiaobao stood directly on the podium: "Someone, help me connect the projector."
He's not very good at this stuff.
Immediately, a classmate came forward to help with the debugging. This morning was a big class, and everyone knew the main content, which was the public execution of eight people.
There are still twenty minutes before class time, and Professor Chen has not arrived yet.
"Director Qin, who got the highest score this time?" a classmate asked.
"What's wrong, don't you have confidence?" Qin Xiaobao opened the thermos cup and took a drink of water. His wife bought it for him.
"No..." The classmate put the last bite of the bun into his mouth, picked up the paper and wiped his mouth casually: "I just want to know who has that qualification."
The homework assigned by Professor Chen is not only to assess the students' academic performance in the past six months, but also has another benefit.
The directing department has actually been cooperating with some domestic companies and will take on some advertising and publicity work.
Normally, these jobs are done by seniors or graduate students, and it is rarely the turn of freshmen.
Lao Chen found a way out and found a job in advertising, which not only provided him with exercise but also provided him with some additional subsidized income.
School does not mean teaching knowledge about movies and TV series.
They all know very well that with so many students graduating every year, only a handful can actually persist.
Shooting advertisements is also one of the ways to make a living in the future.
The students all wanted to try it. The teacher said that it is not difficult to shoot commercials. If you look at the ones shown on TV, they are almost all shot with the help of so-called media companies.
The charges are high, the quality is mediocre, and rarely makes people feel refreshed.
I saw it and forgot about it.
Being able to exercise and get money, everyone must be very energetic and work hard to prepare for their homework.
"You all want to know?" Qin Xiaobao turned his head.
Everyone nodded.
"Well, all I can say is," he paused for a few seconds: "One of you won the opportunity to shoot an advertisement."
The students were all ready to listen, but they found out that they had been tricked.
"Okay, don't have too much pressure. There are always opportunities. If you miss this time, just work harder next time. It's no big deal." Qin Xiaobao comforted: "You all passed several rounds of exams before entering the directing department.
When it comes to learning, no one is any smarter or worse than anyone else.
One exam means nothing. Think about those directors whose works failed and lost a lot of money. If this mentality cannot be corrected, I suggest you change careers as soon as possible."
As soon as these words were said, the students all nodded, and some people deliberately raised their chests, as if they wanted to prove that they were not cowards and could simply accept the results.
The stimulation method is quite effective.
After chatting for about ten minutes, Professor Chen came to the classroom, dressed just like usual, wearing a hat, wearing a jacket that he had seen countless times, and one-third of the teacup in his hand was filled with tea leaves.
Instead of standing behind the podium, he waved to the students and asked them to sit in the front row with him.
"The results have come out. Let Qin Xiaobao announce the results to everyone and comment on the advantages and disadvantages."
Qin Xiaobao was not polite, got up and went straight to the stage. After a few clicks with the mouse, eight video icons appeared on the projector, with the names of each director underneath.
"The time given for this assignment is actually very ample. When each of you was filming, I went to the scene to see each of you." He was not in a hurry to announce the results and appreciate the works: "Some are smooth and smooth, some have many problems, and some
He hesitated, not knowing how to do it.
However, everyone has the same performance, who knows what it is?"
He asked questions like a teacher.
"Unfamiliar?" Someone raised his hand.
Qin Xiaobao leaned in front of the podium table: "It's close. To be precise, I lack confidence.
You are afraid, afraid of the next work, afraid of interacting with strangers, afraid of being rejected, and afraid that the work you produced will not be recognized."
Professor Chen was writing something in his notebook and did not disturb Teacher Qin's speech.
"Don't get me wrong, this is not criticizing you," Qin Xiaobao changed the topic: "Everything you said is understandable. No one is born with it. Especially for directors, there is a lot of knowledge required. You have just entered school.
It's been many years and I'm still just a rookie.
Many masters in the industry teach you step by step and practice every day. It takes a lot of time to become a master, let alone you who have only made a handful of works.
Why do I say this? It means the same as before class.
As a director, mentality is very important. If you didn't get first place today and didn't get the opportunity to shoot an advertisement, it's nothing compared to the problems you will encounter in the future.
Everyone has been to my studio in Kaiping, and I believe you all have realized how difficult it is for the crew to work. If what I say is nonsense, you would not care about it, and that would be the best."
After talking nonsense, Qin Xiaobao clicked on the first video.
The classmates read it with Professor Chen and then started to comment.
To everyone's surprise, in the review, Qin Xiaobao gave the best evaluation in terms of composition, shooting, and editing to the monitor's "Blue Friends", but in the end it was not him, but another film that won the first place.
"Isn't that surprising?"
Everyone nodded.
"Actually, it's very simple. Professor Chen and I made the comment together, and it's just from a technical perspective, but!
It’s not the two of us who really give points.”
The students looked at each other in confusion, not understanding.
"You are directors. In the future, whether you meet actors, investors, or anyone else, don't actually care. There is only one type of person, and that is the audience.
The works of eight students were graded by Wang Bingbing."
The mystery was revealed and everyone suddenly understood.
Professor Chen coughed lightly: "You have to thank Teacher Qin. His class will be held outside. I guess he will charge hundreds or thousands of tickets to attend. As a director, I am willing to play house with you. Really
not easy."
The students didn't laugh, it was just a fact.
"At the beginning, I planned to do the scoring myself. Teacher Qin told me that the scores were given by the audience, so I immediately decided not to interfere.
What he said is right, the director is always responsible for the audience. Only when they think you are good is it really good, what others say does not count.
Why is Zhou Kaibo’s homework ranked first?
Wang Bingbing said that this work is the most beautiful and the one that touches her the most.
Because Zhou Kaibo chose a very novel perspective, he was not observing and evaluating from the perspective of a bystander.
Instead, he put on the cleaner's clothes, picked up the broom, and walked onto the street with the cleaner.
It can be said that there are two protagonists in his works, the cleaner, and himself who experiences the work."
Zhou Kaibo was a little excited. His grades and performance had never been among the top three in the class, so he didn't expect a surprise.
Professor Chen took a sip of tea and continued.
"What directors need is inspiration. A good idea can add a lot of points to the work, just like many movies like to leave a twist at the end, which almost means the same thing.
There is a dialogue in particular,
When the cleaning lady heard that Zhou Kaibo was going to join the experience, she questioned him, "Can you do it?"
The answer for most people is probably, no.
But Zhou Kaibo directly said, I can learn, which is impressive.
It's very rare that a ten-minute work can have such a point, which is why his homework is number one."