The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine.

Chapter 1673 Check-in
Large, thick white clouds hung in the azure sky, and a rare hot wind swirled around them, making the willow branches sway, blowing the young men's tousled hair, and swaying the hems of the young women's skirts.

What's even more unsettling is the restless hearts of these young people who have just entered university.

Southern Media University is certainly not their dream campus, after all, most of them are the lost gems of Tsinghua and Peking University.

But that doesn't stop them from having wonderful dreams about this unfamiliar university. I imagine many of them haven't had a good night's sleep for days.

They excitedly looked around the school, pointing and chattering excitedly despite being sweating under the blazing sun. Some, brought by their parents or relatives, were even taking pictures of their families.

Student volunteers were stationed at the school gate to guide people to the registration area.

This was a tree-lined road with a row of tents set up underneath, where different departments were helping with registration. There were also many students taking photos, recording videos, conducting interviews, and doing all sorts of other things. The students and parents registering there watched with curiosity, making for a rather lively scene.

One of the tents had a banner that read 'Television and Journalism School', and seven or eight people were queuing there.

Wang Yan carried her schoolbag and dragged her suitcase to the end of the line.

In front of him was a tall, thin man dressed impeccably and wearing perfume, fanning himself with an advertising umbrella.

He heard the noise behind him, turned around, crossed his arms, and scanned the area up and down with his eyes.

He was about the same height as me, with angular features, an ordinary yet resolute face, and deep, unassuming eyes. He wore a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and sneakers, with a sports watch on his wrist.

His clothes and shoes were from ordinary sports brands. He didn't know the value of his sports watch. The bag he was carrying was a professional outdoor backpack, and the suitcase he was dragging was an ordinary black rolling suitcase, which only cost a few hundred yuan. There was also a camera bag with the Canon logo hanging on the rolling suitcase.

"Dude, are you a TV cameraman?"

"what."

"Me too!" The tall, thin guy jumped up excitedly, grinning his white teeth. "My name is Yu Hao, I'm from Chaoshan, and I've recently become obsessed with Northeastern dialect. I'm currently watching season six of Country Love."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Wang Yan is from Liaoning."

"Oh, then speak Northeastern dialect. Speak it quickly, speak it quickly."

"piss off!"

"Mmm~ This tastes authentic!" Yu Hao squinted, seemingly enjoying it. "Get lost!"

He imitated Wang Yan's tone, in a cheeky manner.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and stared intently into Wang Yan's eyes. "Do you think I'm sick?"

"It might be able to treat it for a while."

Yu Hao laughed heartily, mimicking Wang Yan's tone of voice, and then said, "Oh my god, you have no idea, I was so bored staying at home during the holidays, so I started watching Country Love, and I just couldn't stop. I got hooked, I actually got hooked, can you believe it? You're from Northeast China, you must have seen Country Love, right?"

"Seen."

Who do you think I like the most?

Yu Hao stared intently at Wang Yan, his eyes filled with expectation and his face with slyness. He spoke with absolute certainty, as if he already knew Wang Yan's answer.

"Li Daguo".

"What?" Yu Hao's eyes widened, and he leaned back exaggeratedly, unable to believe it. "You actually think I like Li Daguo the most? Shouldn't you think I'm like Wang Tianlai? Why is that?"

He even quoted Xiao Shenyang's famous saying.

"You and Wang Tianlai are quite similar, but you must feel very different. Li Daguo, who has a love-hate relationship with Wang Tianlai, is much more interesting."

"Oh my god, you're so right, my friend!" Yu Hao clapped his hands happily, then his expression turned serious. "But don't you think it's extremely impolite to say that someone looks a lot like Wang Tianlai right after meeting them?"

"You are asking a serious question, and I am answering it sincerely."

Yu Hao pouted: "That would be best!"

Wang Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Yu Hao, you need to face your true self."

"Ugh. Do you feel better if you call someone a sissy?" Yu Hao slapped Wang Yan's hand away, pouted, and twisted his body, looking very unhappy.

Looking at the affected Yu Hao, Wang Yan said, "You said that yourself, I didn't say anything. But actually, it doesn't matter. What defines a woman? It's not being a man. What defines a man? Is it being rough, unkempt, hairy, and muscular? Obviously not. Only by taking responsibility, facing difficulties positively, and finding ways to solve problems can one be considered a man."

You can be more refined, more delicate in your manners, or even if you completely prefer men, or even if you're submissive—it doesn't matter. As long as you're responsible, take responsibility, face difficulties, and solve problems, then you're a man!

"Although what you said sounds a bit strange, I still want to thank you for your approval." Yu Hao's eyes widened, he crossed his arms, and said very solemnly, "Also, I want to emphasize that I! Do! Not! Like! Men! And! Not! Submissive!"

"learn."

"Repeat it again!"

"piss off!"

"No, no."

The two chatted idly, mainly about "Country Love," discussing the plot in depth and interspersing their conversation with many classic sketches from Zhao Benshan's troupe...

When it was their turn in line, they learned which class they were in, received their dormitory keys, campus cards, and student cards, and then the two of them went to their dormitory together.

"You know, this school is really cunning. They issued bank cards to us in bulk and sent them along with our admission notices. When we arrived and started registering, they already assigned us campus cards from China Telecom. There are thousands of students in our class. Who got the commission? Who took the money?"

Yu Hao was indignant.

Society showed the students the truth long ago, but many just cursed and moved on without deep feeling or understanding. Because at that time, idealism far outweighed realism; in their imagination, they had the power to easily change everything in the future.

No matter how much money it is, if it's not something you urgently need, it's all small change. No matter how big the issue is, if you don't personally experience it, it's all trivial.

Wang Yan nodded in agreement: "Their eating manners are too unsightly."

There's always a reason for everything. Providing campus phone cards is for unified management of the contact list and convenient communication. Providing bank cards is for digital tuition collection; students can simply deposit their tuition into the card for direct debit, saving time and effort.

The telecom operator got new SIM cards, securing a stable four-year revenue stream. The bank achieved its customer acquisition goals, consistently receiving a certain amount of money within a set period, and a significant number of students continued to use the bank cards, resulting in revenue for its staff. Meanwhile, the school saved itself some work, and its staff also benefited.

Most importantly, the students didn't lose anything. They simply gained an extra phone card and a bank card without knowing anything about it, and they will actually need them in the future...

"Ho...te!"

Yu Hao found it despicable and strongly condemned it.

Universities are a vital engine of urban development, and with this rapid growth, schools have undergone a new round of construction. Buildings of all kinds have been constructed in various styles, and campuses are becoming increasingly larger.

The registration area was conveniently located near the office building, easily visible from outside the school gate. However, the student dormitories were at least a lap around the running track away before reaching one of the living areas. Perhaps the distance between the dorms was intended to allow students some exercise, ensuring muscle strength and joint lubrication, lest they become too frail…

Although the distance wasn't short, it didn't feel like much when you had someone to chat with. We arrived at our destination, accompanied by the TV show "Country Love." We took our registration form from the dormitory supervisor downstairs and collected our pillows, blankets, sheets, duvet covers, and a small yellow basin.

Watching Wang Yan carry a large backpack, a suitcase, and bedding, she lightly floated up the stairs.

With an exaggerated expression, Yu Hao gritted his teeth as he carried his suitcase, each step up the stairs feeling heavy, making the floorboards sway.

"Is there anything in your bag or suitcase?"

So Wang Yan took two steps to the corner between the first and second floors, put down his suitcase, and gesturing with his hands.

Yu Hao looked at Wang Yan suspiciously, and tentatively stepped forward to lift the box. He couldn't lift it at first, and he gritted his teeth and made strange noises of "uh-ah" as he tried to lift it.

What's inside?

"Camera, lenses, tripods, and the like."

"All of them? Isn't one camera and two lenses enough? Do you really need so many?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Students with poor grades have a lot of stationery. Believe me, after four years of university, you may not be able to fit all your equipment in this one box."

"Let me tell you, I can become a photography master admired and sought after by everyone with just a light press of the shutter, and all I need is a 35mm prime lens."

"I can't see the future because it's too far away. All I know is that if you want to become a master, the first step is to climb to the sixth floor. Right now, there are still five and a half floors to go."

"Ouch..."

With great effort, Yu Hao finally managed to carry the suitcase up to the sixth floor.

"616 is quite convenient, it's right by the stairwell. I'll tidy up first, then we'll have dinner together in a bit."

"it is good."

Wang Yan responded and dragged his suitcase to the side.

Of course, he couldn't possibly share a dorm room with this group of well-known main characters; instead, he would stay in room 618 right next door.

The dormitory door was open, and sunlight streamed in through the window. There was a dusty smell in the room, but no other strange odors. Although it was located in the south, the room was relatively drier, which was an advantage of living on the sunny side.

There was already someone inside. He had short, dyed yellow hair that was styled neatly upwards. He wore an earring and black-rimmed glasses. He was shirtless, and his muscles were quite defined. He was holding a rag and wiping the table.

"Hey buddy, my name is Jiang Yunming, I'm from Henan."

Wang Yan is from Liaoning.

Responding to his words, Wang Yan dragged his suitcase into the dormitory.

This is a four-person dormitory room with bunk beds and desks underneath, but it's not very spacious; the four beds are basically spread out from the door to the window. There's also a small balcony that can be used to dry clothes and store miscellaneous items.

His bed was the one on the east side next to the window, and his name was written on it.

"Want a cigarette? Want one?"

Jiang Yunming took a pack of cigarettes from his desk, popped one into his own mouth, and then came over to offer one to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan gladly accepted the gift, took out a lighter from her pocket and lit it for Jiang Yunming, before lighting her own.

"Look at your slicked-back hair, it looks like you're a smoker," Jiang Yunming said with a laugh as he exhaled smoke.

“Stereotypes are deadly.” Wang Yan laughed and then said, “Let’s smoke in the dorm for the next couple of days, and then we can smoke in the bathroom. The room is too small, and if we smoke too much, the blankets will smell.”

"I am also a person of good manners."

Jiang Yunming was somewhat unhappy.

"Let's make this clear now, so we don't hurt feelings later. After all, we've lived together for four years."

If no one brings it up for a long time, just let it sit in the house for three to five days, and it will naturally come to pass. Given young people's pride and concern for their image, if they wait until then to bring it up, it will lead to arguments, and in serious cases, even a fight is not out of the question.

Especially those who study photography are mostly art students, who weren't academically strong in high school and often associated with gangs involved in fights. Their families are also generally quite well-off. After all, tuition is 20,000 yuan a year, and cameras and lenses cost tens of thousands more, so the starting price is 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. If you don't have a family background, you can't afford to learn it.

All these conditions combined indicate that the person has a temper.

Jiang Yunming looked at Wang Yan sitting on the stool, legs crossed, with slicked-back hair, tall and strong, with powerful muscle lines on his arms, and felt that Wang Yan's temper had become even worse.

Once the initial momentum subsides, the temper fades.

"That's right. We're all grown men. If something's on your mind, just say it. If you keep it bottled up, misunderstandings are bound to happen, and too many misunderstandings can hurt our relationship. We're good brothers, aren't we?"

“They are all well-mannered people.” Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

"Hey, do you play games?"

"I play games, like CF and LOL, I play almost everything."

"I play League of Legends too. What's your rank? I'm Platinum II. If you're lower... that's okay, let's just play a normal match, we can still play. Where's your computer? Shall we play a few games later?"

"I'm Platinum III. Let's wait until tonight, tidy up the house, and I still need to go buy some household supplies."

"Row."

The two chatted as they worked together to tidy up the room. Wang Yan also put on the duvet cover, made the bed, and tidied up her belongings.

Leaving aside clothes and such, his prized possessions are, of course, his photography equipment.

He hadn't actually looked at the equipment along the way, and it wasn't something his father would specifically tell him about, so for him, it was like a blind box. The unknown was what made it so exciting.

The Canon backpack contained Canon's latest digital cameras, while the suitcase held several lenses. It also contained Hasselblad wide-format and medium-format film cameras, along with several lenses, filling the entire suitcase.

"I don't know how well your photos turned out, but you brought a lot of cameras and lenses." Jiang Yunming watched as Wang Yan took the things out and placed them on the table.

"That's for sure, bad students have too many stationery items!" Yu Hao practically skipped in through the doorway, as if he were dancing...

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