Huayu02 started by making films.

The audience erupted in cheers, applause, and chatter, almost lifting the roof off.

"Director Han, really!?"

"Director Han, choose me! Choose me!"

"Director Han, I love you—!"

After a short while, the scene gradually quieted down. At this moment, a freshman from the performing arts department who had moved to the front row raised his hand and asked:

"Director Han, will you... choose students from our acting department?"

All eyes turned to him. Han Yi, looking up from the stage, recognized him as Zhu Yawen, a freshman from the class of 02, with Luo Jin standing beside him.

He smiled and said, "That depends on what the director chooses in the future. But—"

Changing the subject, Han Yi dropped a second bombshell:

"I'm sure you've all played the game 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy', right?"

"I've played it!"

"Director Han, why are you asking this?"

Han Yi looked at Dai Jinhua and Yuan Jiaping, who also looked bewildered, and couldn't help but laugh:

"I also hold the film and television adaptation rights to this game. It will be adapted into a fantasy drama led by the Literature Department. At that time, I will select all the key creative personnel, including the director, cinematographer, actors, and post-production staff, from current students at the Beijing Film Academy. In other words—"

He paused, then spoke clearly and forcefully, his voice carrying throughout the hall:

"This drama will be the best and most comprehensive practical opportunity you will have during your school years."

This time, there was no immediate uproar from the audience. Everyone was stunned.

Han Yi was just banned, and as soon as he returned to school, he unleashed two major moves. The upperclassmen and underclassmen were really struggling to keep up!

……

It was late at night in the Jimenli residential area.

Han Yi and Chen Chen lay on the bed. After playing around for a while, they hugged each other tightly, their cheeks flushed, and stared at the ceiling together.

"Chenchen, study hard in the management department this year. When I come back from abroad, we'll continue making films."

Chen Chen reached out and pinched his nose, scolding, "Can't you take a break? Being a producer behind you is exhausting, one film after another, you can't stop for a moment."

"One should become famous as early as possible."

Han Yi replied, hooked the blanket over his foot, and started again.

……

The following morning.

Han Yi ate with Du Zhe, Gao Qiang, Zhao Bin, Dao Rong, and others at the Beijing Film Academy cafeteria.

"Old Du, work on polishing the script for that documentary with the literature department. Once I've reviewed it and it's okay, we'll submit it. You can be the director," Han Yi said, taking a sip of soup.

Du Zhe's eyes widened suddenly, and his eyes instantly reddened. He stammered, "Brother Yi, I...I really...I want to make movies so badly, I dream about it all the time, Brother Yi, I..."

"Alright, alright," Han Yi waved his hand, laughing and scolding, "Where did your usual quick wit go? Da Gao, Xiao Zhao."

"Here!" "Here!"

Gao Qiang and Zhao Bin stood up abruptly, almost overturning the table.

"You two should ask around with your teachers these days to see if you can get some internships on period drama sets. Later, you two can direct 'Chinese Paladin'."

"Really? Godfather, no, Brother Yi, really?" Gao Qiang's tongue was tied in knots.

"Brother Yi, we're afraid we won't film it well and will cause you trouble," Zhao Bin whispered in agreement.

Han Yi put down his bowl: "Damn it, are you two playing the 'three invitations and three refusals' game with me? Dao Rong—"

"No, no, no, Brother Yi, I'll go find Teacher Yuan right now!"

"Don't worry, it's just a TV drama. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run, right?"

Gao Qiang and Zhao Bin's expressions changed instantly, and they quickly made their promises.

"It's nothing, go back to work after you finish eating." Han Yi started to shoo them away.

Looking at Dao Rong, who was still standing, he smiled and said, "Dao Rong, since you've already graduated, why don't you come work for me for now?"

Dao Rong nodded repeatedly: "No problem, Brother Yi, I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

"OK."

After the event, Han Yi told Dao Rong to go back and get his passport sorted out, while he himself wandered over to the acting department to see if Liu Yifei really did not attend many classes during her four years at the Beijing Film Academy, as rumored.

When asked, Wang Jinsong revealed that the girl had only made a brief appearance at the start of the school year before heading off to film "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

"Well, it's nothing."

Han Yi walked out of the classroom, looked up at the sky and sighed, "Damn it, I didn't even get their phone number. I'll ask Wang Jingsong for it, but who knows what he'll think..."

"Hello, Director Han."

A soft voice came from the side. Han Yi turned his head and saw Jiang Yiyan had slipped out of the classroom at some point and was looking at him with a smile.

"My name is Jiang Yiyan, you can just call me Papa." She said gently.

Han Yi glanced at her a few times and thought: So it's you, the one who betrayed Liu Yifei on the show later.

He asked in a flat tone, "Jiang, is something the matter?"

Jiang Yiyan was met with a rebuff, but her smile remained unchanged: "Director Han, do you think I'm suitable for acting? If you have any suitable roles, you can contact me; I don't even need payment."

Han Yi was too lazy to argue: "I'm banned from directing now, so there's no use in contacting me."

Just then, the acting class ended. Students came out in twos and threes.

Zhu Yawen spotted Han Yi at a glance and jogged over to him:

"Director Han! Director Han, I have something to tell you."

Looking at that still-childish face that would one day resemble Zhu Chuanwu, Han Yi chuckled: "What is it?"

"It's...about Sisi," Zhu Ya asked in a low voice.

Han Yi pulled him aside: "What's wrong?"

"When Sisi went to the Literature Department to look for you at the beginning of the semester, she couldn't find you, so she asked me to give you her phone number. Didn't Papa tell you?"

Han Yi glanced at Jiang Yiyan not far away, then turned back and said, "I only spoke to her for a few minutes before you arrived. Here, write down my number and send me Qianqian's phone number via text message later."

Zhu Ya quickly took out his phone. Han Yi read out a string of numbers: "137..."

After saving it, Han Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Yawen, keep your hair long, don't cut it. I'll find you a suitable role later."

"Hey! Okay, Director Han!" Zhu Yawen laughed and ran off.

......

Back in Jizhou, Han Yi sat in his empty room, feeling bored. Just as he was about to call Fan Xiaopang, his phone vibrated first.

It was a text message sent by Zhu Yawen.

Han Yi dialed the number in the text message. After two rings, the call was answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

It was a middle-aged woman's voice, probably Liu Xiaoli.

Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine, thinking: Zhu Ya, you little brat, you didn't even explain clearly in the text message that Liu Yifei's phone was in her mother's hands. Little Liu, really, you're such a grown man, you can't even keep an eye on your own phone.

He composed himself, pinched his nose, and changed his tone:

"Hello Auntie, I'm Liu Yifei's classmate. We met at the beginning of the semester. I'm calling to ask if you need me to pass on the performance assignment that Teacher Wang Jinsong gave her."

"Oh, is that so? Wait a moment, I'll go call Qianqian." Liu Xiaoli didn't recognize Han Yi's voice at first, but since it concerned her daughter's studies, she agreed.

"Okay, Auntie." Han Yi pinched his nose, not daring to relax.

A moment later, light footsteps and a muttered questioning voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Mom? Which classmate? I clearly labeled all the classmates in my contacts!"

A million thoughts raced through Han Yi's mind.

"Hello, who is this student? What homework did Teacher Wang assign?" Liu Yifei's soft, childlike voice came through the receiver, filled with curiosity.

Han Yi continued to pinch his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Hello, Xiao Liu, I'm your classmate Han Yi."

"oops!"

There seemed to be some trouble on the other end of the phone. A faint sound of wind could be heard, and a voice called out from afar, "Sissi! Where are you going?!"