You call Final Destination a safety education film?

The news of Zhou Zhou, the director of the Directing Department, spread throughout the entire school that very day, and the school forum was buzzing with excitement.

Many alumni who graduated a long time ago are posting on the forum, sharing various related details.

Furthermore, some of the parties involved came forward to give their own accounts, prompting many to speak out in their defense.

Lin Ye's roommates were engrossed in browsing the page, occasionally letting out exclamations of surprise.

Lin Ye had no interest.

He was still painfully pondering what kind of trouble that little old man would cause him.

I should have known better than to be so sarcastic.

I was so angry at the old man's dejected look that I couldn't help but say a few more words.

I guess the old man was really upset by the comment, "He's not a good uncle, nor a competent principal."

You're way too fragile!

Ding Dong!

A message was received on my phone.

Lin Ye clicked on it and saw that it was indeed a message from Jiang Qingyue about her graduation project.

In this world, the thesis proposal defense for directing majors usually takes place a month after the start of the senior year.

[@All members: This is an urgent notice. Please assemble as soon as possible in classroom 1301 on the 3rd floor of the teaching building for a graduation thesis selection meeting. Please be punctual and do not be late, as there are important matters to be discussed.]

Classroom 1301.

Jiang Qingyue stood on the podium, her beautiful eyes seemingly casually sweeping across the entire room, but in reality, her gaze lingered on Lin Ye for a while longer.

And she gave him a few more meaningful glances.

Lin Ye sensed something was wrong.

What does "Sister Jiang" mean?

Is he holding a grudge from that day in the counselor's office?

Or did the old principal's lack of martial ethics really trip him up?

Lin Ye felt like a fresh piece of pork on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others, and dared not utter a sound.

He gave an awkward laugh, meeting Jiang Qingyue's gaze.

Jiang Qingyue's lips curled into a smile.

"Due to some special reasons, this year's graduation projects are no longer decided by the department, but by a special arrangement of the university."

"In previous years, the department let you choose your own topics within a set scope, but this year is different; the university has decided to try a new approach—"

"The theme will be determined by drawing lots."

"There is no mentor-selected topic process; you will decide the story content and theme of your short film based on the lottery results."

"You will be presenting your thesis proposal and defending your thesis in two weeks."

The classroom was filled with constant wails and screams.

"Last year we chose the theme, this year we're drawing a random one—why the difference?!"

"What's going on? Has the school gone mad?"

……

Jiang Qingyue raised her hand, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

"Since this is the first time trying this, I'd like to emphasize the requirements for the graduation project again."

"The main premise is that it must be completed independently, and it cannot be a documentary, a short film, or a MV mashup; it must have a complete storyline."

"The duration cannot be too short, it must be at least fifteen minutes; originality is encouraged, but copying, remaking, and plagiarism are strictly prohibited."

"..."

"Later, students will come up and draw slips of paper according to their student ID numbers. Whatever theme you draw, you have to take a picture of it. You can't change it or switch it."

After saying that, Jiang Qingyue seemed to suddenly remember something, and her tone suddenly became more serious:

"The artist is responsible for determining the appropriate level of detail in their work."

Everyone's eyes turned to Lin Ye without prior arrangement.

Lin Ye raised his hand and swore with a serious expression, looking like a good boy who would never cause trouble.

Several people appeared at the classroom door, carrying a box for drawing lots as they walked up to the podium.

"Number 1, Jian Ping."

Lin Ye grinned at Jian Ping, giving him a "goodbye, brother" look.

Jian Ping's expression froze upon seeing this. He walked dejectedly to the podium and reached into the lottery box.

"meet."

Jiang Qingyue glanced at the lottery results and began registering.

Jian Ping performed a classic face-changing act, then happily returned to his seat.

The crowd waiting for the draw looked at him with envy.

Why envy?

Because "encounters" are such easy things to photograph.

Classic short stories can be acted out by two or three people. Not only are the conflicts easy to create, but the length is also easy to control.

"Number 2, Meng Ci."

A thin young man went up on stage with some anticipation, muttering to himself:

"Draw an easy one, draw an easy one, draw an easy one..."

"Misunderstand."

Jiang Qingyue's words were like a timely rain, and Meng Ci was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

This is even easier to film than "Encounter".

The expressions of everyone in the classroom also relaxed slightly.

It seems the school isn't so heartless after all; the themes for the lottery were quite simple.

Except for woods and fields.

The more he looked at the lottery box, the more suspicious he felt.

He felt that the school was targeting him when it decided to draw lots to determine the theme of his graduation project this year.

It's too easy to pull off some underhanded tricks.

With a few simple tweaks to the box, an incredibly difficult subject can be created to film. Most senior directing students would be completely overwhelmed by such a situation.

For example, if you use an abstract concept like "nothingness" and don't film it well, it will look like a stream-of-consciousness trash film that will make the judges want to sleep.

Or, if the theme is "justice," it seems childish if it lacks depth, like a primary school student's essay; if it goes too deep, it might be difficult to handle.

But Lin Ye has his own reasons for being confident.

Resurrect! My...

Oops, wrong channel.

Come out, my system!

[Host: Linye]

[Permissions: Level 1]

[Mood value: 406828]

[Already redeemed: The entire Final Destination series (3%) (+)]

With this system in hand, I have the world at my fingertips.

Lin Ye felt he was capable again.

With 400,000 emotional points, he could describe the requirements of the work accurately, and there would never be a repeat of the first time when he had to choose between "work requirements" and "work completeness" due to insufficient emotional points.

Only children make choices; I want them all!

Hehehe.

Old man, your tripping technique isn't very effective.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye's posture became casual, and his eyes became arrogant.

He had the air of a petty person who had achieved his goal.

Jiang Qingyue, who was registering students on the podium, looked up unintentionally and saw Lin Ye's arrogant and funny appearance, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The student who had just handed over the lottery results was startled and stood there dumbfounded.

Jiang Qingyue apologized to the classmate who had drawn the lots, then registered his results, while glaring fiercely at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye had an expression that said, "What can you do to me?" and even began to admire Jiang Qingyue's outfit for the day.

Hmm... She wore light makeup, a fitted light purple knit sweater, a blazer over it, a skirt, and low-heeled leather shoes.

Beautiful women do look good in anything.

Lin Ye couldn't help but sigh.

Soon it was Lin Ye's turn.

"No. 19, Linye."

Lin Ye strode confidently to the front of the stage and reached into the lottery box without hesitation.

"I thought you'd check the box first?"

Jiang Qingyue joked.

Lin Ye smiled dismissively, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "In the face of absolute strength, any schemes and tricks are futile."

After saying that, Lin Ye casually took out a slip of paper, opened it, and what he found was—

"gourmet food".

Lin Ye was stunned.

This question is... way too easy.