Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

24:00

Zhang Qilin sat on the edge of the bed, concentrating his mind and calming his spirit.

In my heart silently:

"Daily Fortune Telling: How can I make a good impression on the interviewer during the interview process?"

Since the examiners at the Beijing People's Art Theatre have a prejudice against good-looking people, he should try his best to dress in a way that makes them like him, which will increase his chances of being accepted.

The compass shimmered with light, and the runes on the surface of the divination tube flickered.

Four jade slips flew out of the divination tube.

As Zhang Qilin had a thought, a series of messages appeared before his eyes.

The examiner's lucky color today is gray, so dress simply and avoid anything too complicated.

During the interview, avoid discussing parent-child topics. The interviewer may be preoccupied with the studies of their younger siblings, and bringing it up could cause them distress and lower their impression score.

[The examiner is in a bad mood due to family matters. During the conversation, avoid trivial family topics, especially those concerning spouses, elders, and property. Maintain boundaries and do not delve into their private affairs.]

The examiners have always valued a rigorous and proper style. One must avoid frivolous and superficial speech, and one's demeanor must not be casual. Everything one says and does should be based on evidence and follow proper standards.

After reading these tips, Zhang Qilin lay on the bed, but his thoughts did not stop.

Besides dressing appropriately, he should also try to avoid touching on the interviewer's taboos during the conversation.

7:30

After washing up, Zhang Qilin changed into a light gray plaid shirt, with a simple black jacket over it, and fitted dark gray suit pants.

Her hair wasn't styled; it was simply combed smooth, with slightly longer strands falling naturally over her forehead, subtly obscuring half of her face.

Finally, he put on a pair of slightly clumsy, thick-rimmed, non-prescription glasses.

He looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror looks like a very ordinary test taker.

He nodded in satisfaction.

After having a quick breakfast in the cafeteria, he picked up his materials and took a taxi to the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

8:20

The taxi stopped in front of the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Zhang Qilin paid the fare, stood by the gate, and took out his phone to take a selfie.

Only then did he walk slowly into the courtyard.

He walked while looking down at his phone.

Log in to Weibo, select the photo you just took, and upload it.

The caption was just a few simple words:

"Better do my best for the Beijing People's Art Theatre interview."

Click send.

The interview was arranged in a small rehearsal room on the third floor of the theater.

A dozen or so test takers had already gathered in the corridor.

Someone was muttering to themselves in front of the wall, repeatedly refining the tone of a particular monologue.

Some people stood with their eyes closed, their bodies trembling slightly, as if they were entering into another person's fate ahead of time.

Some people gathered in small groups, talking in hushed tones, but their eyes sharply scanned every potential rival.

Glamorous, simple, exaggerated yet understated – a diverse array of people unfolds silently in this narrow corridor.

Zhang Qilin chose a spot by the window, stood there without speaking to anyone, closed his eyes to rest and quietly regulate his breathing.

9:00

The door to the rehearsal hall was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged woman wearing a work badge leaned out, holding a list in her hand.

"The interview is starting. Students whose names are called, please come in. The first one is Wang Yahan."

A girl in a plain-colored long dress took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked in.

The door closed gently, and the corridor instantly became even quieter, with only suppressed breathing and the faint rustling of fabric.

Zhang Qilin remained by the window, trying his best to compose himself.

He mentally rehearsed the possible problems he might encounter and how to deal with them.

Time passed second by second.

Some of the people who went in came out with flushed faces and lingering excitement in their eyes.

Some had pale faces, tightly pursed lips, and hurried steps.

The air was thick with a silent struggle and an omen of the outcome.

"Zhang Qilin!"

"Here," Zhang Qilin replied.

He walked to the door and stepped inside.

The rehearsal hall was spacious, but it felt empty at the moment.

A long table covered with dark green velvet was placed in front of them, and four examiners, three men and one woman, sat behind it.

He walked to the center of the venue, stood in the designated spot, and bowed slightly to the examiners:

"Good morning, teachers. I am Zhang Qilin, the examinee."

When he looked up, his gaze swept quickly and restrainedly across the examiners' table.

The examiner sitting in the middle is none other than Park Jon-shin, who is very familiar to the audience.

On the left is a female examiner around forty years old, with a professional and scrutinizing gaze.

The two male examiners on the right are Yang Lixin, who is slightly older, and Wu Gang, who is younger.

"Zhang Qilin," Pu Cunxin's voice was flat and even, without much inflection, "Please briefly introduce yourself and why you applied to the Beijing People's Art Theatre."

Zhang Qilin had already prepared a response to this question.

He spoke at a steady pace and with clear enunciation, focusing on his understanding of drama, his reverence for the stage, and the lessons he learned from the works of artists from the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

He was simply stating the facts and his own understanding, his tone earnest and proper.

"It seems you've done some research on our theater's history and style," Park Chun-shin said noncommittally, then turned to Gong Li-jun beside him, "Ms. Gong, what do you think?"

Gong Lijun looked down at the documents in front of her:

"Your resume says you played Zhou Ping in a scene from 'Thunderstorm'?"

"Yes, we rehearsed a scene at school."

"How do you understand the character Zhou Ping? What do you think is the root of his weakness and escapism?" Gong Lijun's question was somewhat sharp, as if she wanted to quickly get to the heart of the matter.

Zhang Qilin's mind shifted. Zhou Ping's tragedy was closely related to Zhou Puyuan's (father's) tyranny, but he could not delve into the "father-son" relationship here.

Because it involves parent-child relationships

He hesitated for a moment, then chose a safer angle:

"I believe that Zhou Ping's tragedy stemmed largely from that suffocating family environment and distorted ethical cage. He longed to break free, but lacked the strength and courage to be truly independent."

"His weakness is a powerless resistance to the powerful inertia and ethical oppression of the old family, and his escape is an outward manifestation of this powerlessness. It is less about the fear of a particular person and more about the fear of the omnipresent and despairing atmosphere of oppression."

Gong Lijun nodded after he finished speaking, and did not ask any further questions. She simply gestured to the examiner next to her to continue.

Yang Lixin adjusted her glasses, her smile gentle:

"Xiao Zhang, don't be nervous. I think your photo in the file shows you look quite good. But your outfit today is very simple. Is there some special reason for that?"

Zhang Qilin's gaze swept subtly over the examiners' table.

Park Chun-shin had a stern face, his emotions unreadable, Gong Li-jun was still flipping through documents, and Wu Gang had a playful smile on his lips.

Zhang Qilin raised his hand and touched his hair, pretending to be a little flustered:

"Teacher, I didn't dress up specially. I just came back from experiencing life here a couple of days ago and haven't gotten used to it yet, so I just wore whatever I felt like."

Yang Lixin raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing her interest:

"Oh? Where did you go to experience life?"

"I spent a few days experiencing homelessness in Majuqiao."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three examiners looked up at him almost simultaneously, their expressions showing clear surprise.

They had all seen the sample videos submitted during registration and were familiar with Zhang Qilin's appearance.

In the experience of the examiners, it was almost unheard of for a young man of his outstanding appearance to voluntarily experience a life of homelessness.

This generation of young people places great importance on image and dignity.

Park Chun-shin's voice rang out:

"Were any relevant video or audio recordings taken?"