novelraw Chapter 37 A Nearly Predictable Battleground
Chapter 37 A Nearly Predictable Battleground
The test screening of "12 Citizens" was well received by all parties.
Lin Yu wasn't worried about the teachers teaming up to flatter him, since his second brother was quite satisfied with the movie.
If it really doesn't work, Second Brother will definitely grab Lin Yu by the neck and make him spit out the money.
When the event ended, Principal Zhang smiled as brightly as a blooming chrysanthemum.
"I'm relieved about the quality," Principal Zhang said happily, patting Lin Yu on the shoulder. "The three-school exchange program can be considered a successful conclusion."
Lin Yu also had a bright smile on his face.
Tian Zhuangzhuang smiled brightly, but her smile looked a little strange.
"The film will be submitted for review on Monday," he said. "After it passes review, the three-school exchange program will conclude and the film will be screened. Be prepared."
Lin Yu replied, "What's the big deal? The movie is pretty good, isn't it?"
"That's not what I meant," Tian Zhuangzhuang's smile grew even more meaningful. "We'll definitely be inviting the actors who participated in the filming back for the closing ceremony. Have you thought about how you're going to handle that?"
"What do I need to face?" Lin Yu asked with a smile. "I don't need to go on stage and give a speech."
Under the gloating gazes of Wang Jinsong and Tian Zhuangzhuang, Lin Yu finally remembered the important point.
"Damn it!" Lin Yu slapped his forehead.
Alcohol and women can lead to trouble; you must quit drinking!
No, logically speaking, shouldn't I be able to move freely among beautiful women? How come there's a risk of things going wrong with just two?
Where is Master Luo? Please help!
Seeing the two teachers in front of him looking on with amusement, Lin Yu really couldn't hold back anymore.
These two people, whose combined age is nearly a hundred, always prioritize watching the drama unfold.
Indeed, a true master always retains the heart of a student, no, the heart of a child.
I just wanted to give them a home, what did I do wrong?
Before Lin Yu could figure out his "way out," Nazha grabbed his arm from beside him and said, "Brother Yu, you took such great photos."
Lin Yu's smile became forced, especially when the two teachers had been wearing gentle smiles on their faces.
"Then we won't disturb you two young lovers any longer," Tian Zhuangzhuang said with a smile. "Come to my office on Monday and we can chat."
The two teachers chose to retreat decisively.
The two teachers have seen all sorts of situations over the years. If Lin Yu's situation were in the film industry of the last century, he would be as innocent as a monk.
Lin Yu reached out his hand, trying to persuade the two teachers to stay, but looking at Nazha's eyes filled with spring water, he ultimately remained silent.
It's hard to say whether Lin Yu is truly afraid of being exposed. Frankly speaking, which of his generation doesn't have a stable marriage while having affairs on the side?
The main problem is that when a young girl is with you, you act superior and think you're above everyone else. That's not being noble; that's being ill-mannered.
In any case, given Lin Yu's upbringing, he couldn't raise a child who would consider himself superior to others.
"Let's go, I'll take you home." Lin Yu ruffled Nazha's hair.
Naza slapped Lin Yu's hand away in annoyance, "Don't mess it up, I finally managed to tie it up."
The two of them playfully bickered in the small campus, like two happy little birds flying freely in the sky.
"Brother Xiaoyu, how long will you love me?"
"I will love you until the day you stop loving me."
"Then you will always love me, because I will always love you."
I can't stand it, those cheesy pickup lines from 11 are really nauseating.
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"Master, isn't it a bit unfair of you to just dump me there on Saturday and run away?"
Lin Yu leaned back on the sofa in Wang Jinsong's office, crossed his legs, and began to condemn Wang Jinsong.
Wang Jinsong sat on the sofa opposite, making tea without looking up: "Now that I'm middle-aged, I really don't want to be a third wheel."
Lin Yu curled his lip; he didn't believe a single word Old Wang said.
When "Twelve Citizens" is screened, you'll see these two old men, they'll definitely be glued to each other, waiting to see Lin Yu make a fool of himself.
"Sure, what do you want?" Lin Yu casually opened the Coke he had brought.
"What could it be?" Wang Jinsong took back the teacup he had offered to Lin Yu. "Ask you what you're planning to do next. Shouldn't you be in class?"
Lin Yu only remembered that he was a performing arts student after hearing this.
He thought for a moment, then hesitantly said, "How about... I switch to the directing department?"
As soon as Tian Zhuangzhuang pushed open the door to Old Man Wang's office and heard those words, she slammed the transfer form and pen in front of Lin Yu.
"It's a deal. You write it now, and I'll go to the dean for approval right away."
Lin Yu looked at the transfer application form, then at Tian Zhuangzhuang's face which was filled with "hurry up," and remained silent for two seconds.
Then he affectionately took Tian Zhuangzhuang's hand.
"Professor Tian, after I go to the directing department, can I skip classes?"
Tian Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Yu with deep affection, "Of course not."
Lin Yu shook off his hand: "Then I'm not going."
"Wait until I finish speaking," Tian Zhuangzhuang said with a smile as she sat down. "I can revise your practical course. You can submit a project at the end of the semester, and I'll give you a grade."
"You should have said so earlier, Master." Lin Yu's expression softened again. "Disciple will fill out the form now."
"Aren't you two treating me a little less than human?" Wang Jinsong looked at the charade in front of him, almost crushing the teacup in his hand.
"Who is this person?" Tian Zhuangzhuang asked Lin Yu.
"I don't know you, we're not related." Lin Yu didn't even look up, picked up a pen and prepared to fill out the form.
Before he could even put pen to paper, Wang Jinsong snatched the application form away.
"I'm still here, and you're already trying to run away?"
"Comrade, you can't stop me from moving towards a better future," Lin Yu said, staring at Wang Jinsong with innocent eyes.
She used up all her remaining acting skills here.
Wang Jinsong now wants to just pull out the rubber band and strangle Lin Yu to death; it's too infuriating.
"Alright, stop acting," he took a deep breath. "I'll find a way to get you out of the regular grades. You can take the final exam yourself."
After saying that, he took a sip of tea to calm himself down.
"Teacher, I knew you still cared about your students." Lin Yu quickly changed his expression.
Tian Zhuangzhuang didn't feel any regret. She sat on the sofa, poured herself a cup of tea, and asked, "What are your next plans? Coming back to class or making another film?"
"I haven't decided yet," Lin Yu said seriously, becoming more focused when the conversation turned to business. "Does Teacher Tian have any suggestions?"
"You've pretty much mastered the shooting techniques," Tian Zhuangzhuang said, holding his teacup and carefully choosing his words. "Now you need to refine your camera aesthetics and visual language."
"Your current shooting style is mostly imitating other directors," Tian Zhuangzhuang paused, "If you want to become a great director, you still need to have your own style."
Every director starts by imitating and learning; there's nothing wrong with that.
You might become a decent director by imitation, but to become a truly unique and great director, you must have your own style.
"I have two directions for you to consider," Tian Zhuangzhuang put down his teacup. "One is to make documentaries. It will help improve the aesthetics and visual language of the shots, and it won't require a large team."
Lin Yu nodded. "There's one more."
"There's another crooked way," Tian Zhuangzhuang laughed.
"Let's film an idol drama."