Huayu02 started by making films.

The campus was also quietly changing, with performing arts students starting a big clean-up under the leadership of Wang Jinsong: some were wiping windows, and others were sweeping the floor.

Zhu Yawen, Liu Yifei, Zhou Yang, Jiang Yiyan, and Luo Jin, this little group, are cleaning the viewing pool with brooms.

Zhu Yawen said, "I heard that Fan Bingbing walked this way to the Literature Department, talked with Director Han about 'Selaginella', and won the Best Actress award at Venice."

"Really? Then I'll share in the joy. I don't need the top three, just winning the Golden Rooster would be enough for me," Jiang Yiyan said lazily, plopping down on the edge of the pool.

The pretty-boy actor Luo Jin took the rag she handed him and asked while wiping, "But Director Han won the Palme d'Or, what does that have to do with the Venice Film Festival Best Actress award?"

Zhou Yang, who played the Third Holy Mother in "The Legend of Nezha", was the oldest in the group. She chimed in, "That's the director's award. We're actors. Let's not put the cart before the horse."

Finally, it was Liu Yifei, playing the "loser," who finished the show. She wrung out a rag in the pool water and asked excitedly:

"Do you think Han Yi will make another movie this time he's back? Will he come to the Beijing Film Academy to pick out the female lead?"

"Sissi, do you know Director Han?"

"Yes, we met before at the Beijing Film Studio."

"I don't know, isn't Director Han still under a directorial ban?"

"But the tradition of the Norwegian Film Academy is right next door!!"

"Bullshit. Look at the director's attitude, does he even respect the Film Bureau?" Zhu Yawen laughed.

……

"Yes, Teacher Dai, I'll be there in about five minutes. Ugh! School, please don't do this. I'm just coming back to cancel my leave. Feed?... Beep beep..."

Han Yi sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the phone that Dai Degang had hung up on, with a helpless expression.

Han Shanping grinned and said, "What's meant to be yours will be yours; you can't escape it."

Meanwhile, Chen Chen and Zhao Ke were eagerly waiting at the entrance of the Beijing Film Academy. She was the first to receive the news, and even canceled her major courses in the management department because of it.

Soon, a Buick GL8 slowly drove up; it was Han Shanping's car.

The driver stopped the car, intending to communicate with the security guard to drive into the campus. But Han Yi spotted Chen Chen at the gate and, without thinking twice, strode out of the car.

Although Chen Chen was wearing glasses, she was the first to spot him. She jumped and skipped over excitedly, and Han Yi opened his arms wide.

Unexpectedly, Chen Chen shrank back when they were almost there, seemingly lost in thought. Zhao Ke, who followed, also looked bewildered.

In the end, Han Yi took the initiative to step forward and give the two of them a big hug.

"Long time no see, Chenchen. Long time no see, Ake."

"have not seen you for a long time."

"have not seen you for a long time."

At that moment, a reporter who had been staking out the area across the street from the Beijing Film Academy rushed over. Before he even got close, security guard Uncle Qin had already approached him with a pitchfork, shouting as he went:

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Han Shanping instructed the driver to stop the car, and the group crossed the gate and entered the campus.

As for the long banner overhead, Han Yi was too embarrassed to look up.

As soon as they entered the gate, Du Zhe led his group over. After exchanging greetings with laughter, Han Yi's group grew larger and larger, and the group headed towards the large classroom.

Dai Degang was waiting at the door with the new dean, Zhang Huijun.

Han Shanping looked displeased, thinking to himself: I, the vice chairman of China Film Group, walked in, and you, the dean, didn't personally greet me?

After exchanging pleasantries, Dean Zhang led everyone to the podium, speaking as they went:

"Han Yi, the students are very excited to know you're back today. After much thought, I've decided to hold a school-wide assembly first, and postpone the discussion."

Han Yi politely declined, saying, "Dean Zhang, you flatter me. I'm still a student. How can I hold a large meeting in front of my classmates? It's inappropriate."

"What are you saying! Who can achieve such results at your age?"

Dai Degang interjected at the opportune moment: "Han Yi, listening to the dean is the right thing to do."

Han Yi could only nod humbly, but his mind was racing, trying to figure out what he should say later.

The large lecture hall was already full. Students from various departments—Acting, Directing, Literature, Photography, Fine Arts, Management—sat in rows according to their designated areas.

The teachers sat in the front row, without distinguishing between fruits.

Li Xiang, a student from the directing department, was restless. After thinking for a while, he squeezed into the literature department area, since Du Zhe, Gao Qiang, and others were there.

The students from the School of Fine Arts and the Department of Management sat next to each other, with Chen Chen in the middle and Zhao Ke squeezed to the side.

The famous performers in the acting department are still the same few people. Liu Yifei sat next to Zhou Yang, her bright eyes gazing at Han Yi on stage, thinking to herself:

Should I tell my senior about the Godfather asking me to make an appointment with him?

Liu Yifei had just finished filming "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" less than six months prior, and her films "Mayday" and "Love Winner" were still unreleased. As for "Chinese Paladin," Han Yi had already snatched the role, so she had been attending classes at the Beijing Film Academy recently.

The podium was temporarily converted into a long table. Dean Zhang Huijun sat in the center, Han Yi on his left, and Han Shanping on his right. To Han Yi's right was Dai Degang, and further to his right was Yuan Jiaping from the Photography Department…

"Cough cough..."

Dean Zhang cleared his throat into the microphone:

"As you all probably already know, our Beijing Film Academy has produced another great director, a director who won the Palme d'Or at Cannes! This precisely demonstrates the quality of education at the Beijing Film Academy..."

Finally, let's give a round of applause to Director Han Yi, who will share his experience and secrets, and say a few words! What do you all say?!

"good!!!"

"Slap slap slap!!!"

The audience erupted in applause, and the students were thrilled.

After all, it's the Palme d'Or. In all the years of Chinese cinema, apart from Kevin Lee, no other director has ever won it.

The winner was actually a student, and many people thought: If Director Han had just glanced at me, wouldn't I have taken off?

Han Yi shyly took the microphone and smiled apologetically at the audience:

"Hehehe, classmates, I'm here again..."

Before he could finish speaking, another round of applause erupted from the audience, and someone shouted, "Director Han, I want to have your babies!"

Han Yi raised his hand and made a pressing motion, and the scene gradually quieted down.

"It's actually quite interesting... Around this time last year, I won the Palme d'Or for short films and the Best New Director award."

This year's job is just a formality promotion. As for experience, the senior students here have just as much as I do, so there's really not much to say…”

The students in the audience, listening to this Versailles speech and seeing that Director Han wasn't going to unleash his full potential, were itching to speak and began to shout:

"Directing knows no age; you're the senior!"

"Exactly! Those directors who graduated from the directing department? They can't even compare to a hair's breadth of you, Director Han!"

"I think the Literature Department is the true essence of Beijing Film Academy!"

Du Zhe shouted the last sentence at the top of his lungs. Yuan Jiaping on stage frowned, but after glancing at Jiang Wei from the directing department beside her, her expression brightened.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Han Yi stood up and cleared his throat:

"Since the students are so eager to hear it, shall I say a few words?"

"Let me say a few words!"

"Director Han, please continue!"

"Senior, hurry up and tell me, I'm in a rush to eat lunch!"

The last sentence was shouted by Xiao Liu, who stood up and cupped her hands into a megaphone. Only after she finished did she realize everyone's eyes were on her, and she blushed deeply, burying her face in Zhou Yang's lap in embarrassment, muttering softly:

"Oh, how embarrassing... Everyone's shouting, why are they all looking at me...?"

Han Yi, standing there, happened to see Liu Yifei's appearance, smiled, and immediately unleashed his ultimate move:

"Classmates, as you all know, I'm nineteen years old this year. Although I won the Palme d'Or, it's just the beginning. Many of you are curious about why I was able to achieve such results. Here, I want to tell you:"