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

6:30

An alarm clock woke Zhang Qilin up.

He quickly washed up.

He was in a very relaxed mood.

Reporting to the Beijing People's Art Theatre and becoming an intern brought him one step closer to his goal.

Once he gets a permanent position at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, he won't have to keep pretending with Gu Liangyuan anymore.

With the endorsement of the Beijing People's Art Theatre, he can make great strides in the entertainment industry.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qilin couldn't help but feel excited.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Before becoming a formal employee, one must be careful and cautious, lest one become overjoyed and suffer a tragic end.

Thinking of this, he sat on the edge of the bed, calming his mind and focusing his thoughts.

The Celestial Compass appeared before my eyes.

He silently recited in his heart:

"Daily Fortune Telling: What should I be aware of when reporting to the Beijing People's Art Theatre today?"

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

Four jade tokens flew before my eyes:

[Auspicious/Medium Fortune]

The head teacher arrives at the rehearsal room at 7:30 a.m. to clean it. It's a long-standing tradition at the Beijing People's Art Theatre. When you see a senior actor busy, you should take the initiative to ask if they need any help. These small things leave a better impression than reciting ten lines on stage.

[Neutral draw, draw]

The class teacher highly values ​​the interns' natural, refreshing, and energetic demeanor. Their attire must be appropriate, and their appearance must be dignified. All of this should be closely linked to professionalism and respect for artistic creation.

[Winning the lottery, bad luck]

In the theater, there is a clear distinction between ranks and seniority. One must be humble towards everyone, and especially respectful towards veteran actors and staff. It is important not to give anyone the impression of disrespecting teachers.

[The worst possible divination result, extremely unlucky]

In the theater, one should have reverence for art and avoid disrupting the rehearsal atmosphere or team harmony in order to stand out. Speak less and observe more. During rehearsals, unless called upon by the instructor, sit quietly in a corner to study, take careful notes, and do not rush to express your own artistic opinions.

Zhang Qilin read the clues given by the four divination slips and gained a general understanding of the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

He had planned to put on makeup carefully on his first day of school to leave a good impression on the teachers.

Since the divination slip said that the homeroom teacher didn't like anything too flashy, he decided not to wear makeup.

Zhang Qilin glanced at the time; it was almost seven o'clock. He took a plain-colored coat from the wardrobe, put it on, and went out.

The alley was a bit chilly in the early morning. As Zhang Qilin walked through it, the aroma of fried dough sticks, the beany smell of boiled soy milk, and the wheat fragrance of steamed buns wafted into his nose.

He rubbed his slightly hungry stomach and looked at the few people already sitting in front of the stalls in the alley.

Whether it was a young person in a suit preparing to commute or an old man carrying a birdcage, everyone was engrossed in eating, their breath mingling with the steam from their food.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Qilin walked a few more steps and chose a stall with fewer people:

"Boss, I'd like a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) without the crispy crust, and a serving of savory tofu pudding."

The boss nodded, his hands still moving.

Zhang Qilin sat down and waited for only a few minutes before the food was served.

He took a bite of the pancake first.

The aroma of eggs, noodles, soy sauce, and scallions, along with the nutty fragrance of sesame seeds baked by the heat, fills the mouth.

The braising sauce for the tofu pudding is perfectly salty and savory, so smooth that it hardly needs any chewing. It slides gently down the throat, warming the esophagus all the way to the stomach.

Zhang Qilin quickly finished his breakfast, paid the bill, and headed towards the Kyoto Theater.

Five minutes later, the solemn and historic gates of the Kyoto Theater came into view.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the alleyway we just left; the noise has been filtered out, leaving only a solemn silence.

Zhang Qilin stopped in front of the door, took out his phone and took a selfie.

He opened Weibo, uploaded a photo, and added a short caption:

"Good luck on your first day of internship at Beijing People's Art Theatre."

After publishing, refresh the page to see a message indicating successful publishing.

He scrolled down casually to see the posts he had made recently.

Below each post, there is only one like from Jing Tian.

The number of followers didn't increase either.

Zhang Qilin showed no disappointment.

He has no fame or works to his name right now, and his Weibo account is just starting out, so it's normal for his page views to be low.

He put away his phone and pushed open the heavy doors of the Capital Theatre.

Walk through the slightly dimly lit corridor.

The walls are covered with yellowed stage photos, from "Teahouse" to "Thunderstorm," each one capturing a highlight in the history of Chinese drama.

He walked through the corridor and came to the elevator.

A notice was posted on the wall, instructing interns to assemble in the rehearsal hall.

Following the directions, Zhang Qilin walked to the entrance of the rehearsal hall, pushed the door open, and went inside.

The rehearsal hall was more spacious and open than I had imagined.

Sunlight streamed in through the tall glass windows, casting bright patches of light on the dark wooden floor, where tiny dust particles floated silently.

The most eye-catching feature in the entire space is the huge mirror that occupies the entire side wall.

The mirror reflected four bold, vigorous cursive characters on the opposite wall.

"The show is more important than anything else."

Folding chairs were scattered around the stage, and some wooden strips and cushions for scenery were piled up in the corner.

In the center of the hall, a figure wearing a dark gray jacket was standing with his back to the door, bending over and mopping the floor.

This must be his homeroom teacher.

Zhang Qilin recalled the clues from the fortune slip.

So he quickly walked over, stopped two steps behind the other person, and asked respectfully:

"Teacher, do you need any help?"

The gray figure paused, stopped what it was doing, straightened up, and turned around.

When that face turned completely towards him, Zhang Qilin's breath hitched almost imperceptibly, and his right foot even subconsciously wanted to take a half step back.

That face, so deeply ingrained in the memories of countless viewers and inextricably linked to the name "An Jiahe," possesses an extremely high degree of recognizability and impact.

Feng Yuanzheng's gaze lingered on Zhang Qilin's face for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He had assumed it was a colleague who had finished their morning classes at the theater coming to help, but it turned out to be a new intern who had arrived this year.

Moreover, he felt that the person least likely to arrive early was the one he thought was the one.

Feng Yuanzheng has an excellent memory; he has memorized all the information and photos of this group of interns.

The young man in front of me, named Zhang Qilin, stands out among this group of interns in terms of appearance and demeanor.

"Hmm," Feng Yuanzheng's voice was not loud, but it was clear and audible.

He casually handed the mop slightly towards Zhang Qilin.

"That corner hasn't been mopped yet. The bucket is over there. The clean water is almost gone. There's a thermos next to it. Let's add some hot water. The water's cold on this day."

There were no unnecessary pleasantries, no self-introductions, and the instructions were concise and direct.

"Okay, teacher," Zhang Qilin immediately replied and stepped forward to take the mop.

Feng Yuanzheng walked to the window, picked up his thermos from the windowsill, unscrewed it, blew on the steam, and took a sip.

Based on the information provided, this intern seems to have good professional skills.

Looking at his bent-over, mopping back, he clearly has a good appearance, but he is dressed very simply.

The way he mopped the floor wasn't as clumsy as what young people often do.

He's an outstanding talent by all accounts.

However, the examiners had some concerns about him...