Huayu started from the Three Kingdoms period

After leaving the audition location, the two had just sat down in the restaurant when Xu Ying's phone rang. It was Yang Siwei calling.

"I've already received notification from the production team. Congratulations on landing the male lead role." Yang Siwei's surprise was genuine; Xu Ying's success was exactly what she wanted to see.

"I'm leaving the rest to you, Xiao Yang. I'll be waiting for your good news."

Yang Siwei spoke quickly: "Okay, also, the production team of 'I Am a Special Forces Soldier' ​​has notified us that the audition is scheduled for next Wednesday. In addition, the company's evaluation department has released its initial review of 'Love is Not Blind,' and they think the script is of good quality."

Xu Ying pondered for a moment, "Alright, there's no need to prepare anything for this film screening. Once I've found a director, you can then coordinate with the director and start the actor auditions."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Xiaosu asked curiously, "A movie? You're going to do the project yourself?"

Xu Ying didn't hide anything, "Yes, I bought the adaptation rights to a novel and plan to do it myself."

Ling Xiaosu raised his teacup. "Great! I'm offering you tea instead of wine to wish you success. Just let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you, senior brother."

On the way back to the hotel after dinner, Xu Ying received a message from Jing Tian on QQ.

[Jing Tian: Senior, how did the audition go? I've read the script twice more. Huang Xiaoxian is so realistically written; I've already started thinking about how to act in it.]

I'll thank my senior properly when I get back~

Xu Ying looked at the text message, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Everything is going well, I'm waiting for you to come back.

......

Beijing Film Academy campus.

After returning from Shanghai, Xu Ying, though with an empty schedule, was not idle.

Now that Wang Jinhua has agreed to invest in the film "Love is Not Blind," the next step is to finalize the director.

However, Xu Ying did not want to return to the original director, Teng Huatao, so he could only look for someone more suitable.

However, Xu Ying didn't have any ideas in the short term, and there were still eight or nine days until the audition for "I Am a Special Forces Soldier".

Xu Ying started practicing his skills on campus. With so many actors in the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy, not just anyone could trigger them.

After a few days, he figured out some patterns: the system's triggering was random, and not everyone would trigger it.

He thought that perhaps everyone has a certain threshold, and only after reaching this threshold can one obtain lottery chances from them.

These past few days, Xu Ying has been spending all his time in the acting department, but he only managed to learn acting skills from Cui Xinqin and acting methodology from Vice Dean Wang Jinsong.

He found nothing from the others, and Xu Ying planned to start focusing on the directing department from tomorrow.

See if you can learn any film-related skills from a teacher or professor.

This way, it can be used directly in subsequent film shooting.

The most famous director in the academy right now is Professor Tian Zhuangzhuang of the directing department. He is a fifth-generation director in China.

Xu Ying decided to audit his class tomorrow to see if he could get a chance to win a prize from the old professor.

The next morning, Xu Ying went straight to the directing department's lecture hall after breakfast.

I found a seat near the middle, since it wouldn't be appropriate to sit too close to the front when I was just auditing the class.

Just a short while after sitting down, another person came to Xu Ying's side, seemingly with the same idea as him.

The man looked to be under thirty years old, with a slightly chubby, round face, wearing black square glasses, short hair, and gentle features.

Wearing a gray sweatshirt, he exuded a refined, student-like air.

"Hello, student, is this seat taken?"

"No, please sit down."

"Okay, thank you."

After saying that, the man quickly put down his backpack, took out his notebook, and casually flipped through it.

Xu Ying glanced at it and saw that the notebook was filled with dense writing. He could only make out the five most prominent words: "The Adventures of Li Xianji".

Isn't this a really popular animation lately?

This person is really interesting; they actually wrote so much analysis of this animation.

Soon, Tian Zhuangzhuang arrived at the classroom, which was already full of people, including graduate students from the directing department and many students like Xu Ying who came from other majors to audit the class.

Today's lesson is "Film Analysis and Master Studies," which mainly involves film analysis and in-depth discussion.

Covering European art films, everyday films, and classic Chinese art films, this course compares the stylistic differences of different directors, trains students' ability to perceive and analyze images, and is known as a "broadening horizons course."

Inside the tiered classroom, the old film "Spring in a Small Town" was playing on the screen.

Tian Zhuangzhuang stood on the screen, holding a pen in her hand, but without any lesson plan.

As the film played, he would pause his explanation from time to time, trying to help the students understand the meaning of these shots.

The screen pauses on an empty shot from "Spring in a Small Town," where a wisp of smoke drifts from the wall of a Jiangnan courtyard.

Tian Zhuangzhuang pointed to the screen and said in a low voice, "Look, this is an empty shot of Mr. Fei Mu. There are no characters or lines, but the atmosphere of the mansion is there."

"Directing isn't about filming things, it's about filming feelings. When you have a camera, first learn to look at the empty shots in life before you talk about how to film people."

Some students were taking notes while listening, but Tian Zhuangzhuang glanced at them and waved her hand.

"No need to memorize, just observe and feel."

"The rhythm of the camera is like a person's breathing. If the breathing is too fast, the audience feels suffocated; if the breathing is too slow, the emotions dissipate."

Xu Ying only understood a little, while his classmate next to him took notes on most of it.

At this point, a student asked, "Professor Tian, ​​does filming modern subjects also require such a slow pace?"

"There is no such thing as fast or slow rhythm, only whether it is appropriate or not. If you are filming urban migrant workers, their pace is fast, and the camera will naturally follow. But you have to leave a gap in the fast pace for the audience to catch their breath."

Tian Zhuangzhuang raised her hand and pressed the play button, and the video continued.

The only background music in the classroom was from the movie. He leaned against the podium, standing quietly, occasionally pointing at the screen.

Gradually, Xu Ying also understood a bit more; there is still a big difference between shooting TV series and shooting movies.

Before we knew it, time had flown by, and the movie was over in no time.

"Alright, do you have any other questions? If so, please ask."

A clever student ran up to the podium, holding a script he had written.

Tian Zhuangzhuang didn't refuse. She flipped through it roughly and said, "The script is too full. It tries to talk about everything—family, friendship, dreams—but in the end, it doesn't explain anything clearly."

"You're the director, not the bookkeeper. You don't need to list everything out."

The student sat back down in shame.

Another person asked, "Professor Tian, ​​the market now prefers commercial films. If we make art films, will no one watch them?"

"Commercial films have their rules, and art films have their original intentions; they don't need to be opposed. First, figure out why you want to make a film—is it to let more people watch it, or to express something you want to express?"

Just then, Xu Ying noticed that the classmate next to him stood up.

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was somewhat excited. However, his expression, like that of someone on a pilgrimage, deeply attracted Xu Ying's attention.

"Professor Tian, ​​I'd like to ask you, what is the way forward for Chinese science fiction films?"

"Hollywood sci-fi films all tell stories of individual heroes. If we were to make Chinese sci-fi, what kind of stories would truly represent Chinese sci-fi?"

"Science fiction?" Tian Zhuangzhuang adjusted her glasses, as if trying to see the person asking the question more clearly.

Is there really anyone who wants to make a science fiction movie?

This time he didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.

My view is that we should be rooted in the local community.

"Rooted in the local community..."

"Community, homeland, roots... Alright, that's all for today's lesson."

The man who asked the question pondered Tian Zhuangzhuang's words repeatedly.

Xu Ying, standing to the side, looked puzzled; he roughly knew who this person was.

After the man closed the notebook, Xu Ying saw the name on it.

Sure enough, the man who wanted to make a Chinese science fiction film was that man from the future.

Cyber ​​Succubus, Guo Fan.