novelinnhs Chapter 85 Actors must establish themselves through their work and talent.
Chapter 85 Actors must establish themselves through their work and talent.
September at the Beijing Film Academy was once again enveloped in the enthusiasm of the new students, with many still gathered outside the Performing Arts Department building.
Some people were carrying their dance mats back to their dorms, some were standing under the shade of trees reciting their lines, and a few boys were squatting by the flowerbeds smoking and discussing which internet cafe had a queue for World of Warcraft last night.
For the freshmen of the 05 undergraduate class of the Performing Arts Department, this September was filled with an almost dreamlike atmosphere.
This afternoon is a foundational lesson on liberating one's true nature.
A group of freshmen who had just enrolled were thoroughly tormented by the teacher. They were made to imitate animals, release their emotions, and finally take turns laughing like madmen in front of the whole class.
Many people in the class were initially reserved, but as they laughed, they actually started to laugh out loud.
The students who had just finished their performance were now slumped on the wooden floor in twos and threes, panting heavily.
"Hey, have you heard? It's all over the news in the directing and literature departments next door today."
Next to Yang Mi, Yuan Shanshan, wiping the fine sweat from her forehead with a tissue, leaned closer mysteriously.
Jiao Junyan, who had been sipping water from her bottle, perked up her ears and pushed up her non-existent glasses on her nose: "What are you talking about? Is another big film crew coming to our school to cast actors?"
"What casting? Raise the bar!" Wang Renjun, who was sitting in front, turned around, his eyes gleaming with envy.
"It's Lin Ruiyang from the Class of 03, Department of Literature! You know the Toronto International Film Festival, right? At yesterday's official forum, Lin, representing the Chinese delegation, single-handedly shut down a senior reporter from The Hollywood Reporter, leaving him speechless! Jackie Chan led the audience in a standing ovation!"
"Holy crap, really? Jackie Chan is an international superstar!"
"How could it be fake? Today's *Yanjing Entertainment News* and the latest issue of *Movie View* magazine both have it on their front page!"
Yuan Shanshan magically pulled a neatly folded newspaper from her bag and unfolded it with a whoosh.
In an instant, several heads swarmed over.
Yang Mi clutched the mat from her physical education class tightly in her arms, her gaze passing over Yuan Shanshan and Jiao Junyan's shoulders, landing precisely on the huge news photo on the front page of the newspaper.
The photo was clearly taken at the forum, and Yang Mi stared at it, unable to look away for a moment.
"Wow... that's so handsome." Someone suddenly exclaimed.
"And he's not the kind of handsome that celebrities have."
"Yes, yes, that's the kind of aura that's really powerful."
Suddenly, someone sighed.
The classroom suddenly became lively.
The freshmen of the 05 performance class were at a time when they were most likely to fantasize about the future.
Who doesn't want to be famous? Who doesn't want to be in the spotlight someday?
However, most of the time, such fantasies remain in the vague concepts of "acting in movies in the future" or "playing the lead role in the future".
Until the name Lin Ruiyang suddenly appeared in front of them in an extremely real way, it turned out that students from the Beijing Film Academy could really make it to international film festivals.
"Mimi, why aren't you saying anything?" Yuan Shanshan suddenly nudged her.
Yang Mi finally snapped out of her daze: "Huh?"
"Didn't you act before? You should know more about the film industry than we do, right?"
In an instant, several people nearby looked over.
Yang Mi smiled subconsciously: "How would I know?"
"Don't pretend." Wang Renjun laughed.
"You've acted in so many TV dramas, you'll definitely be in movies before us. Remember to help your classmates out then."
A commotion immediately erupted around them, and Yang Mi laughed along.
But for some reason, she felt a strange tightness in her chest. She had genuinely felt that she was close to winning awards for her film roles.
She started acting in movies and TV shows from a young age, even playing Guo Xiang in the new version of "The Return of the Condor Heroes," and then entered the Beijing Film Academy as the top student.
People around her kept praising her for her talent, and she gradually accepted it herself.
Even now, looking at that dazzling photo in the newspaper and listening to the excited discussions of her classmates, those qualifications that she was once so proud of seem like a bubble that would burst in the wind, ruthlessly punched in a hole by reality.
The commotion in the classroom continued, with several boys even starting to push and shove, vying for the copy of "Yanjing Entertainment News" in Yuan Shanshan's hand.
"Hey bro, slow down, don't tear the newspaper up! Let me see what it says... 'Young Chinese filmmakers speak out in Toronto, confronting Western media bias,' wow, that headline is inspiring!"
"That's so arrogant! Are all the senior students in the literature department this charismatic? I always thought that screenwriters were all stuck in their rooms all day, struggling to write."
"That's not entirely true," Jiao Junyan replied seriously.
"The main thing is that people at this level are no longer like students."
"Damn, this is the real legend of a current student at Beijing Film Academy..."
"I wonder when we'll get to work on such a big-budget international production."
The group became more and more excited as they chatted, and even started to imagine what it would be like after graduation.
Some said they wanted to make movies, some said they wanted to sign with a big company, and some even clamored to win Best Actor and Best Actress awards in the future. The classroom was filled with the enthusiasm and unrealistic ambitions of young people.
"What are you all doing gathered here? Aren't you tired?"
A stern yet amused voice suddenly rang out at the entrance of the rehearsal hall, startling the small circle of people who had gathered together, causing them to scatter in an instant.
The person who walked in was their homeroom teacher, Ms. Cui Xinqin.
Teacher Cui held her lesson plan in her hand, her sharp eyes sweeping over the group of freshmen whose faces were covered in sweat, before finally landing on the newspaper that Wang Renjun hadn't had time to hide.
"Teacher Cui..." Wang Renjun smiled awkwardly and quickly hid the newspaper behind his back.
"Alright, stop hiding, I saw everything." Teacher Cui put the lesson plan on the table, propped her hands on the lectern, and looked at them.
"Are you talking about Lin Ruiyang?"
The students looked at each other, stuck out their tongues, and no one dared to say anything.
Teacher Cui sighed, her expression turning serious: "After reading the report, what did you think? Did you find it inspiring? Did you feel that people from the Beijing Film Academy have brought honor to the university abroad, and that you, as their juniors, should also hold your heads high?"
"They're so great because they've learned to endure hardship and setbacks in school!" Teacher Cui said with a raised tone, a hint of undisguised pride flashing in her eyes, but more so a spur to the freshmen in front of her.
"When that delegation went to Toronto, they were representing the face of the entire Chinese film industry. Lin Ruiyang refuted foreign journalists in English at the forum without notes, leaving them speechless. What was the secret?"
It's an innate cultural confidence, a solid professional foundation, and a profound understanding of cinematic audiovisual language! That's the confidence he forged by spending countless hours in the library and film analysis room!
At this point, Ms. Cui's gaze swept across the classroom, and her tone became somewhat heavy and stern:
"Look at you all. Today, your liberated nature has made you imitate animals, each one of you being shy and hesitant, unable to let go of your pretty faces."
What, you think imitating a monkey's cry or crawling like a dog is shameful? Let me tell you, if you can't even handle the most basic emotional release and body control, then stop filling your head with unrealistic fantasies all day long!
Teacher Cui's gaze lingered on Yang Mi for a moment, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"Some people haven't even entered the school gates yet, but they've filmed two TV series outside and gotten first place in their major, and they think they're someone important, so they're swaggering."
The formulaic flaws that cater to the camera in TV dramas may seem beautiful to you, but in the face of the discerning lens of the big screen, they are called superficiality and a lack of depth!
I'm laying this out right now: put away that arrogance you all had when you first entered the school! Go to the rehearsal hall and diligently study and master your voice, acting, posture, and expression. Don't think that getting into the Beijing Film Academy guarantees fame. An actor's reputation is built on their work and their talent. get out of class dismissed!
Teacher Cui left the rehearsal hall with swift and decisive steps.
The classroom fell silent for a moment. Teacher Cui's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the excited freshmen.
But young people's emotions come and go quickly. A few minutes later, everyone started packing their things again, making plans for what to eat in the cafeteria that evening.
"Mimi, let's go to the cafeteria. I heard they have sweet and sour pork today." Yuan Shanshan tugged at Yang Mi's arm.
Yang Mi forced a sweet smile: "You guys go ahead, I... I was a little short of breath from shouting just now, I want to rest for a while, and I also need to go to the administration building to take care of some things, could you please print one for me?"
"Okay, then take your time." Yuan Shanshan didn't think much of it and walked away chatting and laughing with Jiao Junyan and the others.
Soon, Yang Mi was the only one left in the rehearsal hall.
She sat helplessly on the wooden floor, still clutching the shaping cushion tightly in her arms.
Although Teacher Cui didn't name names, every word she said was like a blunt knife, precisely stabbing at her most sensitive pride.
Isn't that describing her?