The birth of an actor

Chapter 58 Taking Photos
First of all, Liu Qiangdong and his group are already in their early twenties.

Secondly, they all knew that Anxin was not very old, only five or six years younger than them.

Furthermore... including Liu Qiangdong, these people did have girlfriends during their four years of university life.

So despite the teasing, the men didn't really mean any joking to Fan Bingbing, a young woman whose face was starting to look youthful. They treated her like a friendly girl next door.

Liu Qiangdong asked her to order, while the others either poured her water or chatted normally.

But the conversation always revolved around An Xin, mainly telling him about things at university. After all, they had been here for four years and were preparing for graduate school entrance exams, so they were quite knowledgeable about the various departments and the gossip around the school.

Moreover... although these seven people are either sociology or finance majors, and none of them are journalism majors with a similar major, there is a general consensus that journalism is not difficult.

It's at least not as difficult as calculus.

As for whether calculus is difficult or not... well, even the most stupid person shouldn't be unable to learn calculus, right?

In short, the explanations from these older guys in the dorm helped Anxin fill in the gaps in her memories.

After all, so much time has passed that he doesn't remember many things anymore.

Fan Bing listened with great interest.

She knew that these people in front of her would surely become pillars of the nation in the future.

This is the National People's Congress.

Not to mention Yenching University, it is a top-tier institution of higher learning in the whole country.

It's not like she, a little Karami who didn't even finish high school, could pull off an accident.

So all I did was listen, eat, listen, and drink.

He left everyone with a very polite impression.

After finishing a lunch without drinking, everyone walked out of the restaurant. Looking at the girl standing with Anxin, the older men exchanged knowing glances and left with somewhat ambiguous looks in their eyes.

Before leaving, Ji Yuan added:
"Don't worry, would you like me to show you and Bingbing around our school so you can get to know it?"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Qiangdong rolled his eyes and dragged him away:
"What's it to you?...Alright, relax, we're leaving."

"OK."

Anxin responded with a soft "yes," and after watching the older men walk into the school arm in arm, she said to Fan Bing:

"Shall I show you around?"

"Sure. I was just wondering... Hey, which school is bigger, you guys or Tsinghua and Peking University?"

"That's definitely us! What are Tsinghua and Peking University, those lousy schools?"

"...?"

Fan Bing's eye twitched, but she ultimately didn't expose him.

Smiling, I walked with him into the campus, then took a deep breath:

"Hmm! Sure enough, even the air is different, it has a sweet smell."

Anxin's lips twitched.

That's a classic saying...

"By the way, did Sister He contact you?"

"I got in touch with her. I just got to my dorm when she contacted me. She said we'd be taking our official photos next Thursday."

"Yes, don't be late that day."

"Of course, just don't oversleep."

"Hmm...wait, what's that?"

"Blue sky".

"Screw you!"

"Hahaha……"

After chatting and laughing with the girl for a short while around the school, he said goodbye when it was almost time.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to add one more thing:
"Remember to come back often. Grandpa Ye also told me to tell you that practicing martial arts is a slow and steady process, so don't fall behind."

"Hmm, shall I take you?"

"No need, I'll take the bus back."

The girl waved goodbye to him with a smile, and only after she walked out of the school gate did Anxin head towards her dormitory.

Unlike the earlier laughter and chatter, this time when he returned, he saw a different scene in the dormitory. Apart from Liu Qiangdong continuing to code on his computer, everyone else was either lying down or sitting in their respective seats reading.

The content of the books also ranges from "Case Studies in Engineering Practice" to "Solving Scientific Research Problems," and so on.

It was only then that An Xin truly realized the "difference" of these senior students.

So he kept quiet and started putting his luggage into the locker.

After finishing his work, he took a lunch break. In the afternoon, he heard someone downstairs shouting through a loudspeaker, "Freshmen, come down and fill out forms!" So he quickly went downstairs and went through all sorts of procedures with the other freshmen.

After he finished everything, he saw Zuo Lengchan again, or rather, Zuo Lengchan came specifically to find him:

"Don't worry, just wait a moment."

After walking up to An Xin, he went straight to the point:
"I've already informed the school about your leave request. It's a requirement from the school..."

He handed me a note with a list of requirements, including "provide a filming permit."

"These are the necessary documents from the production crew. Also, the maximum leave period cannot exceed one month. If you fail a course at the end of the semester, you will have to retake it according to the school's regulations..."

Seeing that the school had approved it, I felt relieved and quickly nodded.

"Okay, Teacher Zuo, thank you for your help."

"Hmm, it's alright. But our school isn't a professional film academy like Beijing Film Academy or Central Academy of Drama. Although the school has approved your leave... don't worry, you're here to attend university. I won't ask about your extracurricular activities, but you absolutely must maintain good grades. Otherwise... this might be your only vacation, understand?"

"I see."

He naturally understood the meaning behind Teacher Zuo's words.

But as for the major courses... he was still confident. After all, putting everything else aside, the first-year journalism curriculum wasn't particularly difficult.

Then, he took the note and dialed He Xiuqiong's number directly. However, He Xiuqiong did not deal with it immediately, but instead gave An Xin a phone number.

It was Cao Lihai, the casting director who came to the audition that day.

He's not only the casting director, but also one of the assistant directors chosen by director Sun Shuping, responsible for coordinating all aspects of the production. An Xin simply mentioned what she needed on the note, and Cao Lihai readily agreed, saying he would prepare it for her next Thursday when they took the costume fitting photos.

So he gave up completely and went straight back to his dormitory.

Seeing that everyone else was reading books and doing practice problems, he also picked up the textbook he had been given.

In fact, more than ten years is enough time for him to return what he learned to school, but since he had learned it before, An Xin only realized when reading these brand-new textbooks that "dead memories" had begun to attack him again.

Not long after... he seemed to remember everything.

At least, he remembered all the important knowledge points and theories, such as the spiral of silence.

Without realizing it, he glanced at Liu Qiangdong, who was engrossed in coding.

A sigh escaped my lips:
"Tsk."

After reading for a while, he unpacked all the clothes the girl had brought and went to the bathroom to wash them.

……

The first day of school was uneventful.

After sharing a dormitory with Liu Qiangdong, An Xin became less anxious.

After all, in his memory, there were still more than two months before the restaurant closed.

It's better for everyone to get to know each other slowly. Being so eager for quick success from the start seems inappropriate.

Then, on Monday, after the opening ceremony, the three-day military training began.

It was called military training, but it only lasted for one morning. We marched in formation and practiced drills... It was incredibly relaxed compared to the two weeks of military training.

Time flies, and it's Thursday already.

"Don't worry, just remember to ask me for a few autographs if you run into any celebrities."

Looking at the notebook Liu Wenwu handed her, Anxin smiled and nodded, then walked out of the dormitory.

Riding his motorcycle parked in the bike shed, he sputtered and chugged his way out of the campus and arrived at the Beijing Film Studio, a place he wasn't entirely familiar with.

Fan Bing was nowhere to be seen at the door, and he was no longer the nameless man who squatted by the bushes and "smiled" with the girl.

After explaining his purpose to the gatekeeper, he walked directly into the factory area.

It seems there are film crews auditioning at the Beijing Film Studio today; I saw many people along the way.

He ignored it and went straight into the office building according to the address. Then he saw a sign with a picture of the costumes from "Princess Pearl" and said to turn left on the third floor.

It was handwritten.

Look at this, even in the days before advanced communication, it was so romantic.

He quickly arrived at the third floor and immediately noticed that there were many more people moving equipment in the corridor.

The first room inside was the dressing room. Cao Lihai, who had just auditioned, stood at the door talking to the people inside.

"The director's requirement was for a natural look; her wig absolutely couldn't be thick..."

"Director Cao."

Anxin greeted him politely.

When Cao Lihai turned around and saw that it was An Xin, a smile appeared on his face:
"Hmm, don't worry, so early?"

"Yes, is this where you get your makeup done?"

"Ah."

Cao Lihai stepped aside, and An Xin walked in, immediately spotting Fan Bing sitting in a chair.

"Coming."

"Ah."

After receiving the girl's smiling response, he asked:

"Director Cao, have we prepared the paperwork the school required?"

"It's all done. Hmm, you shave first, I'll go get it for you."

"it is good."

“Ah May, this is Voltaire, get your hair and makeup done.”

"Ok."

A girl with some acne scars on her face responded and pointed to the seat next to Fan Bingbing, indicating that Anxin should sit down.

After settling down, I glanced at the girl. Her stylist was putting on a wig for her, and because her hair was short, it was quite a hassle.

So neither of them wanted to chat. Ah May quickly wrapped a cloth around An Xin's neck and picked up the clippers.
I pushed it!

Her tone was soft, clearly indicating she was a makeup artist who had come from Taiwan.

Anxin took one last look at her buzz cut:
"it is good."

Then, with a "sizzle" sound, he saw a groove suddenly appear on the top of his head.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

With a "pfft," Fan Bing, who was watching from the side, burst out laughing.

An Xin looked at her bizarre appearance, which resembled that of a traitor, and helplessly closed her eyes.

Forget it, whatever.

And so, with the sound of clippers, clumps of his hair fell out.

He quickly looked exactly like a monk.

Just then, there was another commotion at the door. Fan Bing, whose hair had been shaved off and who had almost finished putting on a wig, turned her head at the same time and saw the two of them walk in one after the other.

Coincidentally, Fan Bing knew the person who came in before her.

Her name is Zhao Wei. She graduated from Xie Jin Star Academy in 1995 and just entered the Beijing Film Academy this year. She is the senior that Fan Bingbing was often mentioned by teachers when she was in school.

Those who come in later, please feel at ease getting to know them.

Zhou Jie.

The two walked in one after the other.

(End of this chapter)