Huayu Entertainment: Who let him be the director!

Chapter 11 This is a genius!
Wang Jinsong admitted that his waist was indeed sprained. A street thug wants to play basketball?

If he hadn't seen Zhou Qing's serious face, he would have definitely thought that the student was joking with him.

No, even though Zhou Qing looked serious, Wang Jinsong was still a little unsure.

After all, it does sound a bit far-fetched for a freshman to be a director, especially one majoring in acting.

"You want to be a director? You want to direct a play? A student in the acting department?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Wang Jinsong looked up at Zhou Qing again and expressed his doubts.

"Isn't this the tradition of Beijing Film Academy? None of the great directors are from the directing department."

Zhou Qing argued convincingly.

However, this is not far-fetched. Many of the top directors at Beijing Film Academy are indeed not majored in directing.

Even Zhang Guoshi, who is generally considered the most powerful, studied photography.

"Haha, you have quite a few crooked ideas."

The head teacher couldn't help laughing. As a teacher, he knew that he shouldn't do that, but he really couldn't help it.

There are only a few people like that. How dare you say that?

"Don't just rush into something and think of something. Do you know how to be a director? Do you know how to direct a play?"

Wang Jinsong asked Zhou Qing a series of deadly questions, each of which was fatal.

But unfortunately, Zhou Qing is not an ordinary person.

"I know!"

Zhou Qing said it as if it was a matter of course.

However, he also knew that such a guarantee was meaningless and would not convince Wang Jinsong.

So Zhou Qing made another request.

"How about you test me, Mr. Wang? Just test me casually. You will know if I can direct a play or not after testing me."

"I dare to say that my directing skills will definitely surprise you."

Zhou Qing confidently gave Wang Jinsong a promise.

"Are you so confident?"

Wang Jinsong was really surprised and his interest was immediately piqued.

It is true that he is a teacher in the acting department, but he is also an actor and a director, and he also knows how to direct.

"Would you know if you try it?"

Zhou Qing assured again.

"Okay, I'll just ask a beginner's question first, but I'll make it clear in advance that if you can't answer me, just go back to class and don't do anything nonsense."

Wang Jinsong criticized Zhou Qing again, and then began to test Zhou Qing.

This test was not a big deal, but Wang Jinsong was shocked and couldn't believe it.

Answer questions fluently!

Have it at your fingertips!

Very logical and reasonable!

No matter what questions Wang Jinsong asked Zhou Qing, the other party would almost always answer without thinking, and would directly give the most perfect answer.

What’s even more terrible is that the questions Wang Jinsong asked later were not some formulaic questions, which I definitely couldn’t answer by just reading from the script.

It takes a certain level of directing skills to answer this question.

But Zhou Qing's answer was still perfect and there was nothing wrong with it.

Stimulated.

Wang Jinsong was really stimulated.

It turns out that my student can really direct a play!
Not only is the theoretical level very high, but judging from the communication just now, the other party's practical level should also be high.

Even among the third-year students, few can achieve this level.

But Zhou Qing is only a freshman!
Wang Jinsong looked at Zhou Qing again as if he was a monster.

"You remind me of a photography student."

After looking away for a long time, Wang Jinsong let out a long sigh.

Department of Photography?
Zhou Qing fell into deep thought.

Many great directors at Beijing Film Academy come from the photography department, such as Zhang Guoshi.

This is not a strange thing.

But from Wang Jinsong's tone, that photography student could direct in his freshman year just like himself? This really piqued Zhou Qing's curiosity.

"Teacher Wang, who are you talking about?"

Zhou Qing couldn't help but ask.

"There's a guy called Ning Hao from Class 01, you probably don't know him."

Wang Jinsong responded casually.

Ning Hao?

It was him!

Zhou Qing reacted instantly. That’s right. Ning Hao’s situation was really similar to his own.

The other person made a movie before entering college as a freshman and won an award at the College Student Film Festival.

After being admitted to the Photography Department of Beijing Film Academy last year, I spent all day tinkering with scripts and wrote "Incense" in class.

He also received high recognition from a teacher in the directing department, who even took the initiative to help Ning Hao attract investment.

Unfortunately, the deal didn't go through in the end, and Ning Hao ended up paying for the film out of his own pocket.

To sum it up in one sentence: they are undercover agents from the Directing Department lurking in other departments, and they are specifically targeting the Directing Department.

He already has a certain level, or a considerable level of directing skills.

But the directing department of Beijing Film Academy is notoriously difficult to get into.

Not to mention all the harsh conditions, the high requirements for academic subjects alone would kill a large number of people.

What’s even worse is that they often don’t recruit students.

This forces many people to adopt roundabout strategies and apply for other departments.

Of course, this is the situation from Wang Jinsong's perspective, and Zhou Qing is an exception.

He was just transported through time by the director.

"Brother Ning Hao, I've heard of his name."

Zhou Qing smiled, knowing that Ning Hao's script was circulated in Beijing Film Academy.

Although it was not circulated among his level, it was not surprising that Zhou Qing had heard of Ning Hao's name.

"I didn't expect that boy's reputation has spread to level 02?"

Wang Jinsong smiled and continued to look at Zhou Qing and asked, "What kind of movie are you going to make? Is the script finished?"

For a freshman like Zhou Qing, the possibility of being asked to direct is very small, almost impossible.

So Wang Jinsong naturally guessed that Zhou Qing also wrote the script himself.

"You've come to ask for leave, so you must have finished writing the script. Did you bring it with you?"

Without waiting for Zhou Qing to answer, Wang Jinsong reacted and looked at Zhou Qing expectantly.

He has read Ning Hao's script for "Incense", which is of very high quality.

I just don’t know what level Zhou Qing has achieved.

"I didn't bring it with me, but it's in my mailbox. Can I use your computer?"

Zhou Qing naturally would not refuse such a thing.

After saying hello to Wang Jinsong, he logged into his email using his computer.

He quickly found the script of "127 Hours".

"You sit down for a while first."

After waving to Zhou Qing, Wang Jinsong began to read with great interest.

Soon a look of surprise appeared on his face, as if he didn't expect the script to be so good.

But then his face lost expression as he became absorbed in the script.

Only after he finished reading the script in one breath did Wang Jinsong raise his head again.

His face couldn't keep calm at all: "Did you really write this script?"

Wang Jinsong also knew that his question was a bit stupid, because it was clearly written in the script that the screenwriter was Zhou Qing.

It’s just that the script was so good that Wang Jinsong couldn’t believe it.

Is this really something a freshman can write?
Even Ning Hao's "Incense" was written in his sophomore year.

Not to mention, this "127 Hours" is much better than "Incense".

There's a monster sneaking into my class.

(End of this chapter)