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

Just as Zhang Qilin was about to stand up, he felt a weight on his shoulders. Sister Zheng had already hugged him from behind, preventing him from leaving his seat.

With his height of 1.83 meters, he could easily break free if he really put his strength into it.

But he merely shrugged symbolically, then smiled and sat back down, letting Sister Zheng "suppress" him.

Jing Tian quickly raised her phone and framed Zhang Qilin, who had once again become a background figure, into the frame.

Just as she was about to press the shutter button, Zhang Qilin suddenly turned his head and made an extremely exaggerated funny face at the camera.

When Jing Tian looked at the photos, she was very satisfied with her smile.

Zhang Qilin, who was in the background, was grinning widely, his expression so comical that he completely disregarded his image.

She intended to delete the retake, her finger hovering over the delete button for a second before moving it away.

Then, with a few taps of her fingertips, she posted the unedited, even somewhat silly, group photo.

After sending the message, she turned her phone screen towards Zhang Qilin and waved it, a sly glint in her eyes:

"You put this dirt on me yourself. If you want me to delete it when you become famous, you'd better think carefully about what you'll offer in exchange."

Looking at the funny face on the screen, Zhang Qilin wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he burst out laughing.

"Okay, then you can wait patiently. Anything can happen in dreams."

"Hmph~ You'll be begging me when I do," Jing Tian didn't believe Zhang Qilin's words at all.

Subsequently, the two became friends who followed each other on social media.

Zhang Qilin said, half-jokingly:

"From now on, we'll keep an eye on each other, work together, and see who gets to the front lines first."

"That's definitely me," Jing Tian said, raising her chin. "You got into the Beijing People's Art Theatre, but you'll have to wait for a good script and a good opportunity to become a top-tier artist. I can reach the top in a year or two at most."

Having said that, she patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder with a hearty gesture:

"When the time comes, I'll give you a hand and let you see the glamour of being on the front lines."

Zhang Qilin smiled and nodded, giving a vague "Okay".

Subsequently, Zhang Qilin sent several videos of Zhang Hua giving Jing Tian pointers on her lines to her QQ:

"Tomorrow's content is also ready."

As Jing Tian watched the videos, thinking about how Zhang Qilin could still think of keeping information for her under those circumstances, most of her anger dissipated.

Thanks.

"There's no need for formalities between us."

10:30

A black Buick was parked at the west gate of Nortel.

Zhang Qilin got out of the car and turned to wave back into the car.

Jing Tian poked her head out of the window and said with a smile:

"If you need anything, please call me. I wish you a successful interview."

Zhang Qilin smiled and nodded.

Watching the black Buick disappear into the night, Zhang Qilin then entered the school gate and headed towards his dormitory.

As he walked, he pondered the trouble that photo on Jing Tian's Weibo might bring him.

He guided Jing Tian to open a Weibo account and post some of her daily practice activities there.

It was because of Ms. Zhang Hua; she helped me a lot.

Out of gratitude to Jing Tian, ​​he guided her to open a Weibo account.

The purpose was to release these daily records through the media after the movie flopped, in order to alleviate the audience's perception of her as a "resource-backed actress".

Unexpectedly, she insisted on posting her own photo.

Although he had taken emergency evasive action, most people might not recognize him.

But what if someone with malicious intent targets us?

He let out a soft breath.

It seems we need to make some preparations in advance to avoid getting caught up in unnecessary trouble in the future.

The next day,

7:30

Zhang Qilin woke up from his sleep.

Last night I planned to do a divination to predict my interview questions after midnight, but I ended up drinking a bit too much and fell asleep as soon as I got back to my dorm and hit the bed.

After he got up and washed up, he felt much more awake.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he focused his mind and concentrated.

In my heart silently:

"Daily fortune telling: what questions will I get during my audition for the Beijing People's Art Theatre?"

After issuing the instructions, Zhang Qilin waited excitedly for the lottery box to give the answer.

He couldn't help but wonder what the exam would be like.

Is it an excerpt from "Teahouse," or an impromptu question to unleash one's true nature...?

After waiting for a long time, the fortune-telling box did not respond.

Zhang Qilin frowned; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

I waited another minute, but there was still no response.

So he repeated what he had just said.

After waiting a while, there was still no response.

Zhang Qilin speculated that the Tianyan Compass could not directly predict interview answers.

This made him feel disappointed, as he had hoped that the divination would provide the answer and allow him to easily pass the interview.

Since we can't predict the answer, let's use divination to see what happens.

At least it gives me some peace of mind.

So he silently recited in his heart:

"Daily Fortune Telling: Will I pass the audition for the Beijing People's Art Theatre?"

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

Seeing that the divination sticks had reacted, Zhang Qilin breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, a jade slip flew in front of them:

[Winning the lottery, bad luck]:

Your image is too striking and doesn't match the type of actor the Beijing People's Art Theatre is looking for. The examiners naturally distrust you. (Reward: Fragments of public goodwill)

Looking at the divination slip, Zhang Qilin was filled with questions.

Is it my fault that I'm handsome?

The result was completely different from what he had expected from the interview.

Zhang Qilin stared at the jade slip, lost in thought for a long time.

"A striking image... a natural distrust..." He repeated the fortune slip in a low voice, momentarily lost in thought.

He had auditioned before, and the directors had always been quite satisfied with his appearance.

This was the first time he had ever heard of someone being disliked by the examiners because they were too good-looking.

Looking at the rewards of the "Popularity Shards," and considering the importance of taking the entrance exam for the Beijing People's Art Theatre for his future.

He was determined to overcome any difficulty and find a way to tackle this tough challenge.

This is related to his future plans.

He tried his best to calm himself down, his mind racing as he thought of a way to break the deadlock.

He quickly came up with a plan, rushed out of the dormitory, and ran towards the administration building.

When he arrived at Zhang Hua's office, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a familiar voice came from inside.

Zhang Qilin pushed open the door and went inside.

Zhang Hua was sitting at his desk, flipping through a stack of documents. Hearing the noise, he didn't look up, only casually asking:

"What's up?"

Only after Zhang Qilin stood in front of the table did he raise his eyes and look at the other person's face.

Upon seeing that it was Zhang Qilin, Teacher Zhang Hua did not show any surprise on her face; instead, a look of relief flashed in her eyes.

He put down his pen, leaned back, and gestured with his eyes to the chair next to him:

"Please sit down."

Zhang Qilin sat down as instructed, his back ramrod straight, his hands neatly placed on his knees.

Zhang Hua casually straightened the papers on the table before slowly speaking:

"You're here to see me at this hour because of the Beijing People's Art Theatre audition, right?"

Zhang Qilin asked sincerely:

"Professor Zhang, I'd like to ask you about the recent auditions at the Beijing People's Art Theatre. What kind of actors are they looking for? And how should I prepare to gain the examiners' approval?"

Zhang Hua did not answer immediately.

He picked up the purple clay cup beside him, took a sip of tea, and put it down before saying:

"This year marks the centenary of Mr. Cao Yu's birth. To commemorate him, the Beijing People's Art Theatre has arranged a series of plays based on his works throughout the year. However, the theatre is short-staffed. This audition is precisely to select actors from various roles for the performances."

"This is an opportunity for you young people."