Zhang Qilin was waiting for these words.

He took out a USB drive and walked up to the group:

"This is a video my classmate filmed of my three-day homeless experience."

Yang Lixin and Wu Gang exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

They hadn't expected this young man to be so well-prepared; he had clearly come prepared.

Park Jon-shin still had a stern face, as if everyone owed him money.

Gong Lijun took the USB drive and plugged it into the laptop in front of her.

As the video played, the examiners turned their attention to the computer.

In the video, Zhang Qilin, with a scraggly beard and unkempt appearance, walks casually through the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the stares of others.

Although his appearance was slovenly, upon closer inspection, one could still discern the outline of his facial features.

Yang Lixin and Wu Gang couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for Zhang Qilin for appearing in public in such a self-destructive manner.

Compared to actors who only care about maintaining their image and are unwilling to make any sacrifices for art, this performance is obviously very good.

In their view, Zhang Qilin was very malleable, and whatever his purpose was in doing so, at least at this moment, he had already won them a good impression.

Park Junshin, the chief examiner, watched the video without showing any emotion on his face.

Standing to the side, Zhang Qilin kept a close eye on the changes in the examiners' expressions.

Noticing that two or three of the examiners' expressions had softened, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least this video had won him favor with some of the examiners.

After the video finished playing, the examiners looked at Zhang Qilin again.

Park Jon-shin asked in a serious voice:

"Your recommender is Zhang Hua."

"Yes."

Why did you choose to experience life this way?

"Many of the plays produced by Beijing People's Art Theatre depict the daily lives of ordinary people. My experience of life involves observing the lives of ordinary people in various professions to accumulate material for my plays."

"Are you really that confident you can pass the interview?"

Park Cunxin's words left Zhang Qilin speechless.

In other interview settings, he might have said yes without hesitation.

But since he entered the room, Park Chun-shin has not shown any emotional fluctuation on his face, and he really can't guess what the other party is thinking.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Qilin slowly replied:

"I believe that Beijing People's Art Theatre, as one of the most prestigious theater institutions in China, will treat every candidate who comes for an audition fairly."

He chose the safest answer.

For the first time, Park Cunxin smiled after hearing Zhang Qilin's words.

This, in turn, made Zhang Qilin tense up.

For someone as serious as Park Cunxin, there must be another reason behind his smile towards strangers, in addition to his kindness towards acquaintances.

Park Cunxin's smile was still on his face as he lightly tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Zhang Hua must have told you about the two major disasters of the Beijing People's Art Theatre, and you made targeted preparations, which did impress some examiners, but not me."

"In the upcoming interview, I will examine you with the most stringent standards because I want you to understand that there can be no form of opportunism in the face of art."

Hearing Park Cunxin's words, Zhang Qilin smiled bitterly to himself. He had prepared for so long, only to end up like this. It was truly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing everything...

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly struck him.

Even if Park Jon-shin was truly dissatisfied with his performance, as an examiner, there was no need for him to point it out to his face.

Since he said it, he must have had his reasons.

Recalling his emotional fluctuations just now, Zhang Qilin immediately understood that the other party's purpose was to disrupt his mindset and affect his subsequent performance.

In fact, he didn't need to worry about whether the examiners were strict.

With the help of one's destiny and talismans, passing the assessment is not difficult as long as one performs diligently.

Having figured things out, Zhang Qilin quickly regulated his emotions and calmed himself down.

He bowed respectfully:

"Examiners, I will complete the exam diligently."

Seeing how quickly Zhang Qilin adjusted his mindset, Park Chunxin became interested in this candidate for the first time.

Unexpectedly, this young man was much more resilient than he appeared.

Yang Lixin and Wu Gang both noticed Zhang Qilin's brief emotional fluctuations.

After Park Cunxin finished speaking, Zhang Qilin showed a brief moment of anxiety, causing both of them to sigh inwardly.

They originally thought that this candidate had good qualities in all aspects, and if he could be more composed and properly nurtured, he might become a pillar of the university in the future.

Pity……

Seeing that Zhang Qilin was able to adjust his state in a short time made the two of them secretly delighted.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes how to keep this person and prevent them from benefiting others.

After all, everyone wants good prospects, and they also have to guard against other companies snatching them away.

Of course, before considering how to retain this candidate, we still need to see how he performs next.

Park Cunxin, as the chief examiner, was not joking. In the upcoming assessment, Zhang Qilin will definitely be subject to the strictest standards.

Even if a candidate is excellent in every aspect, if there are any mistakes in the subsequent exams, he will find it difficult to get into the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Only the best talents deserve to be tempered in the most rigorous furnace to reach their full potential.

At this moment, Gong Lijun pulled out a page from the folder and handed it over.

"This is a monologue from the opening scene of 'Teahouse' by Master Qin," she said calmly, her tone revealing no emotion. "You have three minutes to prepare."

Zhang Qilin took the paper and quickly scanned the lines.

In "Teahouse", Master Qin is one of the key figures throughout the play. His monologue about "saving the country through industry" is passionate and inspiring, yet it also hides the desolation and resentment of a fallen nobleman.

Soon the time was up.

"We can begin," Park Jon-shin's voice rang out.

Zhang Qilin nodded and handed the lines back.

He first moved the chair next to him to the center of the venue, sat down sideways, casually put his legs over his shoulders, and slumped his shoulders slightly. There was a deliberate sense of leisure in his posture, but his back remained straight.

He silently recited in his heart:

"To improve public perception."

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A gentle, silent ripple spread out quietly.

Then, he slowly raised his head, his gaze vaguely fixed on a point in the distance, as if looking at a teahouse that did not exist.

At this moment, several examiners looked at Zhang Qilin and felt a sense of closeness to him for no apparent reason.

The feeling was inexplicable, yet it softened their gazes.

"These days..." Zhang Qilin began, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "Everyone talks about saving the country, but who will save the people?"

Yang Lixin's eyebrows twitched at just this one sentence.

This is not the traditional approach. Usually, actors would emphasize Qin Erye's passion and indignation, but Zhang Qilin's tone had an almost numb calmness.

But it is precisely this calmness that makes the following lines all the more impactful.

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