Superstars start from the Academy of Film and Television

Chapter 12 Maybe there's a surprise?
Life in the third year of high school was still boring. Han Fei spent the whole morning in intensive exercises, and he didn't pay much attention to what happened around him.

However, at noon in the school cafeteria, he found that his classmates looked at him in the wrong way, sympathy, pity?gloat?Are these guys making a movie?With such a rich expression?
As soon as Han Fei sat down, Wu Yong, who was at the same table, patted him on the shoulder and suggested: "Old Han, if it really doesn't work, just kill him and deny it."

Then Li Yanan also seemed hesitant to speak, which made Han Fei baffled, what the hell?

"Hey, isn't this Han Fei's classmate? Why did you show us a face-slapping stunt?" He Jian held a lunch box and pretended to be passing by. Of course, if he didn't bite the word "face-slapping" too well, Han Maybe Fei really thought he was just passing by.

"Hey, there is still an empty seat here, can you?" He Jianan was interrupted by Li Yanan unceremoniously before he finished speaking: "No."

He Jian's face was a little ugly when he hit a soft nail, but he figured it out quickly, anyway, he couldn't do it himself anyway, just watch the fun, where should I watch it?

"Han Fei, we bet you won't forget, right?"

Han Fei paused in mid-air with the chopsticks stretched towards Li Yanan's lunch box, then turned his head and smiled at He Jian: "What? Are you so impatient to run naked?"

"Heh, I've never seen such a brazen person. Today is the day when the art test results are announced, you can't hide!" He Jian said word by word.

"Can I check today?" Han Fei really forgot.

Wu Yong nodded hesitantly: "It's today." But he couldn't bear to continue talking halfway through.

Han Fei looked at Li Yanan again, and Li Yanan's gaze was a little dodgy. In fact, she also checked the scores of several art schools through the admission ticket number Han Fei gave when she was out of class, but the results were not satisfactory.

"Impossible." Han Fei stroked his chin with some doubts. Obviously, the teacher of the Beijing Film and Television Academy said it himself. Did they change their minds?It shouldn't be.

"Why? Do you want to know?" He Jian took out his mobile phone and clicked on the inquiry website. Han Fei could clearly see that what He Jian entered was his admission ticket number and ID number.

Han Fei subconsciously looked in Shen Weiwei's direction. The other party was also looking in this direction. When he saw his gaze sweeping over, he lowered his head instantly. Obviously, the reason why He Jian knew his information was from Shen Weiwei.

"Haha, the total score of the three professional courses is 103 points, Han Fei, to put it bluntly, with this score, even those who have never attended training classes are better than you?" He Jian proudly raised the information in his hand .

"It's really 103 points. I remember that the class next door didn't learn anything, and they got 105 points just to join in the fun."

"It's more than that. You can see clearly that it's just a very ordinary art school, and their threshold is the lowest. It's still taking this score, tsk tsk tsk."

The students around were talking about it, and this was not just within the class. Han Fei had been wondering why the whole morning was calm. It turned out that He Jian was trying to make him feel ashamed in front of the whole school.

Han Fei sneered for a while, and it was hard for He Jian to endure it for so long.

"How is it? Han Fei, are you going to fulfill your promise here? Or shall we go to class?" He Jian leaned down, the complacent expression on his face could no longer be restrained, even a little ferocious.

With a loud bang, Li Yanan slapped the dining table hard with one hand, and said angrily to He Jian, "They're all classmates, don't go too far."

He Jian was taken aback. He couldn't hold back Li Yanan for a while, but he immediately turned his head and sneered at Han Fei: "What? You just hide behind women and act like a coward?"

Li Yanan was so angry that his face turned pale. Just as he was about to speak, Han Fei stretched out his hand to press the back of her hand, patted it twice, stood up and burped He Jian loudly.

"Hiccup~~~"

"What did you eat? What does it taste like?"

He Jian held his nose and took several steps back, causing the students around him to burst into laughter.

Han Fei shrugged innocently and picked up the lunch box: "Chives and eggs are delicious."

There was another chuckle, and He Jian was a little annoyed: "Don't talk so much to me, if you don't dare to keep your promise, just say it."

Before he finished speaking, Han Fei shook his head and waved a finger in front of him: "NONONO, manly tofu, if the promise you make is like farting, isn't it a despicable and shameless little turtle?"

"Oh? So you're going to whip yourself?" He Jianxin was overjoyed.

Han Fei scratched the back of his head: "Are you a fool? How can anyone beat yourself for no reason?"

"Haha~~~" This time the laughter was more exaggerated than before, and many students gathered around without caring about eating.

Even Shen Weiwei couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling, Wu Yong's voice was originally loud and thick, and his smile was as penetrating as a school bell.

Only Li Yanan kept staring at his right hand slapped on the dining table, and there was a trace of joy in his trance-like eyes.

He Jian's mood was like riding a roller coaster. He thought that the victory was about to be won, but found out: "Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, classmate He Jian, you can eat and talk nonsense here, we made a bet, and everything depends on the bet, right? You can't say I lost, so I lost, right? What if Did you lose? You probably didn’t forget to wear underwear today, right? Otherwise, you’ll really run around naked later.” Han Fei appeared to be full of confidence, but he was actually panicking in his heart. If the three teachers backtracked during the art exam, He was so ashamed.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to smoke yourself. At worst, he will die. Anyway, he will graduate in three months. Sometimes, this dark history will also be classified as "who hasn't done something stupid when they were young", and only a brat like He Jian will take this matter so seriously.

"Okay, then invite all the students in the school to be a witness"

He Jian was relieved when he heard that Han Fei had returned the words to Yuan. As long as Han Fei abided by the bet, he would not believe that he would lose.

Of course, if he knew Han Fei's shameless real thoughts, he would have passed out crying in the toilet.

"What else do you have to say?" He Jian changed another art school, but his score was still within 150.

Now everyone looked at Han Fei in the wrong way. After all, from this point of view, Han Fei did lose, and he lost badly. This score is really too low.

Han Fei made a gesture of invitation: "Don't worry, according to the regulations of the art test, as long as there is one college that admits me, I will be admitted, right? I have participated in the art exams of more than a dozen colleges, Turn over slowly, maybe there will be surprises?"

"Surprise? I think you are wasting everyone's time." He Jian sneered, but his hands kept moving. Whenever he thought of the scene where Han Fei slapped himself, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

After checking more than a dozen colleges and universities in a row, none of them had satisfactory results. The students who were watching were almost numb, and most of the eyes they looked at Han Fei were sympathetic.

Shen Wei sighed secretly, as expected, the mud could not support the wall, let alone being admitted with this score, it was completely for others to be at the bottom.

"How is it? There is only one family left, do you want to check?" He Jian smiled triumphantly.

Han Fei saw that there was really only one "Beijing Film and Television Academy" left, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Why don't you check? Maybe the east side is not bright and the west side is bright?"

(End of this chapter)