Huayu: It's normal for me, as a director, to mentor young actresses, right?

Chapter 8 "Happy" Military Training

Naza is still just a freshman at school, naive, innocent, and straightforward.

She was completely different from the Nazha who, a few years later, had struggled in the entertainment industry and learned to read people's expressions.

Lin Yu suddenly understood why so many people liked the "idol-raising" genre.

Watching someone grow from naive to mature, from ignorant to worldly-wise, is an interesting process in itself.

Naza's attention was entirely focused on the dormitory entrance, her eyes fixed on it intently, afraid of missing Lin Yu coming out.

The smile was sincere and warm, without the slightest hint of pretense.

Lin Yu walked over and said with a smile, "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, no, I just arrived too." Nazha shook her head, even though she had actually been waiting for almost ten minutes.

"What do you want to eat?" Lin Yu asked.

"Anything is fine!" Nazha readily agreed. "It's up to you."

"Then let's go outside the school. You're probably tired of the food in the cafeteria."

"Okay, okay!" Naza nodded happily, then walked naturally beside Lin Yu, and the two walked side by side toward the school gate.

College romance is that simple and impulsive. A single glance across a crowd is enough to make you rush headlong into each other's lives.

The meal was very enjoyable.

Naza is a very easy girl to get along with. When she looks at Lin Yu, her eyes seem to light up, and her smile is as warm and bright as the sunshine in Xinjiang.

She would listen attentively to Lin Yu talk about movies and acting, occasionally throwing out a few innocent questions that fully made Lin Yu understand what emotional value is.

After all, he was always the provider of emotional value on the mountain.

Lin Yu returned to his dormitory around 11 o'clock.

None of the three brothers were asleep; they were like weasels in a melon patch who hadn't eaten any melons, impatiently scrutinizing Lin Yu as he entered.

"Brother Yu, please teach me, my child really needs it." Wang Yanyang hugged Lin Yu's leg and pretended to cry.

The other two didn't speak, but their eyes were full of curiosity.

"Pure modeling tactics don't work for you."

Lin Yu ignored them; the only way to deal with the hormonal surge of puberty was to sweat more.

High-intensity exercise can effectively relieve this restlessness.

The weather in early September 2011 still carried the lingering warmth of summer.

The sun was so scorching it could bake a person alive; the temperature on the playground was probably close to forty degrees Celsius.

The military training was not held on the Beijing Film Academy campus, but at the barracks of a military unit in Beijing. After all, the Beijing Film Academy's tiny campus was not big enough for the newly enrolled freshmen to stand in.

Lin Yu stood in the queue, wearing camouflage uniform, under the blazing sun, maintaining a standard military posture.

Sweat streamed down my forehead and dripped into my eyes, tasting salty and bitter.

This amount of training is still quite easy for Lin Yu, as his family has always held him to military standards.

He secretly glanced at Wang Zihong next to him. The guy's face was flushed and he was sweating profusely, looking like he was about to suffer from heatstroke.

"Brother Yu... I feel... I'm going to die..." Wang Zihong's voice was extremely weak, as if he were speaking his last words.

"Zihong, hang in there," Lin Yu whispered, encouraging him.

"Don't speak!" the drill instructor's voice suddenly boomed in my ears. "You two, step forward! Twenty push-ups!"

Seeing that Wang Zihong was swaying precariously, the instructor did not punish him too severely.

Lin Yu: "..."

Is this the legendary "killing the chicken to scare the monkey"?

Lin Yu was in good physical condition; twenty push-ups were nothing to him.

Wang Yanyang, on the other hand, started to tremble after doing about ten, and in the end he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Alright, get back to your positions!" The instructor waved his hand. "Remember, during military training, no talking and no moving around!"

You wait here, give me your name, and after I finish my military training, it'll be your turn for extra training!

Lin Yu and Wang Yanyang slunk back to the group.

"Brother Yu, I was wrong. I will never talk during military training again." Wang Zihong looked remorseful.

Lin Yu looked at the instructors behind Wang Zihong but didn't say anything.

"Hey, you dare to provoke me? Add thirty more!"

Fortunately, military training wasn't entirely without fun.

For example, during breaks, Lin Yu would take out his notebook and write or draw on it.

The background and system have been changed almost completely. As for the original "slum boy murders his father" case, it has been changed to "rich second-generation murder case".

After all, there are definitely no slums in China.

The main challenge now is to design the personalities and motivations of the twelve students participating in the debate, which is the key and difficult point of the entire script adaptation.

Students' life experiences are not as rich and diverse as those of middle-aged people, and if not careful, the personalities of different roles can become similar.

As Lin Yu wrote, he mentally deduced the personality and motivation of each character.

Just then, a bottle of chilled mineral water suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Have some water, I've been watching you write for ages."

Lin Yu looked up and saw Nazha standing in front of him with a smile, holding another bottle of water in her hand.

"Thanks." Lin Yu took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The cool water flowed down my throat, and I felt completely refreshed.

"What are you writing?" Nazha asked curiously, leaning closer. "A script?"

"Hmm, adapt an old movie." Lin Yu casually handed the script to Nazha.

Naza flipped through the pages carefully, occasionally asking a few questions.

Since that meal, their relationship has progressed rapidly.

The two of them sat under the shade of a tree by the playground, drinking water and discussing the script.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

The heartwarming scene didn't last long, as the arrival of an uninvited guest interrupted their discussion.

Looking at the little yellow duck in front of him, Lin Yu felt that he might have really awakened some kind of "Tang Monk's Flesh" talent.

Zhou Dongyu is already a well-known actress. She just finished filming "Under the Hawthorn Tree" last year, and she is a true "Zhang Yimou Girl", unlike Li Chun who only played supporting roles.

Although his appearance isn't particularly outstanding, his acting skills are quite impressive among the younger generation of actors.

She was wearing camouflage clothing, had her hair in a ponytail, and wore her signature sly smile.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" Lin Yu didn't know much about her, so he wasn't sure how to address her.

"Just call me Dongyu." Zhou Dongyu waved her hand, then her gaze fell on Nazha. "And this is...?"

Well, here comes another one who's too friendly.

They immediately put her in a tough spot. Although Nazha's drama hasn't aired yet, she's already quite well-known among the freshmen. How could she really not recognize her?

"Gulnazar, I'm from the 11 class of the Performing Arts Department," Gulnazar introduced herself confidently.

Sigh. So cute, but brainless.

Naza didn't respond, but instead gave a naive smile.

"Oh—" Zhou Dongyu drawled, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, "You two...are on a date?"

Naza's face visibly turned red, and she was about to wave her hand in denial.

Lin Yu picked up the conversation, "Yes, is there a problem?"

Although Lin Yu did intend to persuade Zhou Dongyu to participate in the film, we absolutely cannot go along with her.