This actor has something

Chapter 27 People Have the Truth

He Daqi is very well-behaved now.

He placed his hands obediently on his thighs, sitting upright on the chair like a lady from a noble family.

Why are you so honest?
Because he just accidentally saw the truth locked behind a glass cabinet in someone else's equipment room.

If you had told me the truth earlier, He Daqi would have promised not to even retort, nor would he have explained for a long time, and then been led into the security room by two security guards with cold faces.

"Is it right?"

"Yes, there is indeed a student named He Daqi in the Literature Department. His elders have asked for leave on his behalf, and the teacher in charge of freshmen will be here soon."

It wasn't long before He Daqi's savior arrived.

The man who came looked to be a man in his thirties, thin, with a side-parted hairstyle and a pair of black-framed glasses on his face. He looked a bit like an intellectual of the older generation.

"You must be He Daqi. No wonder you look so handsome. Why didn't you apply for the acting class?"

"Ah?" He Daqi was confused by the question.

The visitor didn't expect He Daqi to answer, so he just casually said something about family matters, then turned to the two guards and said, "Alright, it's okay. I've seen his student file before and was impressed by his appearance. You two go ahead and do your work. I'll take him to report."

"Okay, Director Ma, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's not a big deal. You should be more cautious." Director Ma said, patting He Daqi on the shoulder and saying, "Come with me."

He Daqi smiled innocently at the two security guards, looking very honest, and then hurriedly followed Director Ma out.

"You've shaved your head and you don't have your student ID. Don't blame the security guards for being on high alert. After all, our school has a lot of pretty girls."

He Daqi saw that Director Ma was easy to talk to, so he asked curiously, "Teacher, do our school's security guards carry guns?"

"What security? They're called security guards. They're official and have a formal staff. They're not the same as those residential security guards you think of. If there's an emergency in the security department they work for, the school may not be able to command them. But guns are just for show and they're not allowed to use them normally."

While the two were talking, He Daqi followed Director Ma to an office. When Director Ma was about to push the door open, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Did you bring your ID?"

"Bring it."

"It's good that you brought it, otherwise I would have to send you out and let you go home to get it."

It is indeed easier to get things done when someone is leading the way. Although He Daqi did not bring the admission letter, no one made things difficult for him. They just asked him to bring it the next day, and then they still processed a student ID and meal card for him.

"It's almost noon, and you don't have any money in your meal card. Let's go. I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat something. In the afternoon, you can decide whether to go directly to military training or go back first. Anyway, your leave has been requested and school has officially started, so don't worry."

Are teachers at Beijing Film Academy so nice? They treat students to a meal on their first meeting?
He Daqi was a little confused, but he didn't ask. He waved his hand and refused, "Don't bother me, teacher. I can just go back. I just passed by today and leaned over the fence to take a look. I didn't intend to report here."

As if he could see He Daqi's confusion, Director Ma smiled and said, "Why are you being so polite to me? Your uncle and I were classmates. I graduated from the Department of Opera Literature at the Central Academy of Drama and I'm also from Beijing. Back when your uncle wasn't doing well, we'd hang out together, drinking and chatting."

Oh my goodness! You were waiting here!

No wonder the teacher acted so familiar and kindly took He Daqi here and there.

After knowing that the teacher in front of him was He Bing's best friend, He Daqi didn't hesitate and happily followed him to the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, the food in the cafeteria of Beijing Film Academy is a bit difficult to comment on. He Daqi had a very miserable time eating it. Fortunately, the noodles with meat sauce looked a bit like what human beings could eat. He Daqi frowned and ate a big bowl of it.

"Hahaha, Daqi, why are you only eating noodles? Eat vegetables, it's good for your health." "No, no, I'm full. Teacher Ma, please eat more."

"What a pity. I didn't spend much. The balance in this meal card is getting bigger every year. When will our Beijing Film Academy recruit some poor students? Otherwise, the money in this card will be wasted." Director Ma said with regret.

He Daqi understood immediately. It turned out that Teacher Ma in front of him also knew that the food here was bad and he never ate at school.

"Teacher, don't you usually have teachers' meals?"

"Really? These are all prepared for the acting class. They have a hard rule that we must eat in the cafeteria. It doesn't matter for other departments, we can eat out. Unfortunately, the food allowances for us teachers are all issued on cards. I've been at Beijing Film Academy for so many years, I've had enough."

Fortunately! He Daqi was a little relieved in his heart that he had not added money to his meal card just now.

After dinner, He Daqi didn’t stay in Beijing Film Academy for long. He said goodbye to Director Ma and went back.

When he went out, he hung his student ID card on his chest, as if he was afraid that the security guard would not see it.

In the evening, when He Daqi was watching a movie in the film library, he received a call from He Bing.

"The British army said you were caught sneaking around outside the Beijing Film Academy today by security?"

"Yingjun? Who is Yingjun?" He Daqi was stunned.

"That's the teacher who came to pick you up today. His name is Ma Yingjun. Ying means elite, and Jun means army. He's my friend. If you have any problems at school in the future, just look for him. Whether it's asking for leave or something else, he can help you."

"okay, got it."

"If you want to be an actor, then go to the acting department and take classes. You don't have to take classes in the literature department. You'll understand why later, but don't miss any acting classes."

"Okay, got it." He Daqi's mind was no longer on the call, and his tone was very perfunctory, just these five words over and over again.

He Bing probably also felt that his nephew was not close to him, so he gave him a few other instructions and hung up the phone.

As a result, just as He Bing hung up the phone, Zhou Huimin called again.

"Who are you calling? The line is always busy."

"My uncle."

"What's wrong? Did your uncle find another role for you?"

He Daqi recounted how he was arrested today when he went to Beijing Film Academy to see the scene.

Zhou Huimin laughed so hard on the other end of the phone that she almost cried like a goose. After a long while, she smiled and said, "You are just a fool."

"Yes, I'm an idiot. Is there anything else? I'm hanging up now. I'm watching a movie here."

"What movie to watch?"

Zhou Huimin didn't give He Daqi a chance to hang up the phone. No one knew where she got so much to talk about, but she kept chatting with He Daqi for two hours.

Fortunately, the phone couldn't take it anymore and turned off due to lack of battery. Otherwise, looking at Zhou Huimin's expression, it was obvious that they were going to chat until midnight.

However, a piece of news that Zhou Huimin said made He Daqi alert. She was about to finish filming, and it seemed that she would return to Beijing in a few days.

He Daqi's heart was filled with alarm bells, and he was not paying attention to the movie.

Or, should I go to participate in military training myself?
(End of this chapter)