I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

"Let me introduce myself first!"

"I am candidate number 411****6666, from XX province, XX city."

Upon hearing his exam number, Feng Yuanzheng recalled what Dean Wang Jinsong had told him during the examiners' meeting the day before yesterday.

He examined Prince An once more.

This is the little guy!

Her physical appearance is top-notch; she's good-looking in terms of bone structure.

The brow bone, bridge of the nose, and jawline—every line is perfectly positioned.

With enough height and good proportions, standing under the stage lights, one seems to be illuminated by the light, rather than having flaws exposed.

I just don't know how strong they are.

The promising talent that Dean Wang has his eye on might just be another pretty face.

What talents do you have?

Wang Zian thought for a moment: "Singing or martial arts would both be fine!"

"But you came empty-handed!" Feng Yuanzheng frowned and said, "How are you going to demonstrate your martial arts?"

Wang Zian turned back to the classmate who had just gone downstairs, smiling politely; "Excuse me, classmate, could I borrow your chair for a moment?"

The male student was stunned, then subconsciously nodded and handed over the sword.

Prince An took the sword, turned around, and walked back to the center of the stage.

Zhou Ye watched this scene from the waiting area, somewhat confused; how could someone not prepare any props for the re-examination?

Wang Zian stood in the center of the stage.

Hold the sword in your right hand with the tip pointing diagonally to the ground, and let your left hand hang naturally at your side.

Then he raised his right hand, holding the sword horizontally in front of his chest, and lightly touched the hilt with his left hand's sword fingers—a standard sword salute.

If someone acted like this during the interview, not to mention the lack of props and the casual attire, Feng Yuanzheng would have given her a low score long ago.

However, this person was strongly recommended by Dean Wang and Teacher Wang.

He also watched the videos of the students who took the preliminary exam with him these past few days.

I watched Wang Zian's recitation of "Three Poems in Sixteen-Character Verse" twice in the conference room; it was so well done.

It was as if he had read aloud what that person was thinking back then, with a powerful and unrestrained spirit.

"Get ready and let's begin!" Feng Yuanzheng picked up his pen, his tone slightly gentler than before.

"I've prepared a Tai Chi sword!"

After saying this, Prince An began to strike a pose.

There was no music, no accompaniment.

The stage lights shone on him, casting his shadow, holding a sword, onto the curtain behind him.

The sword reflected the white light of the spotlight, like a section of flowing water held in one's hand.

He moved.

Unlike the sweeping, dynamic movements of Drunken Sword, Tai Chi Sword is slow.

The sword drew an arc from right to left, and his body moved with the weight of the sword, shifting his center of gravity from his left foot to his right foot, and then back to his left foot.

Slow, but not stagnant.

The key to mastering Tai Chi sword lies in swordsmanship and power.

Wang Zian's swordsmanship is precise and his understanding of the principles is clear; his body and weapons are coordinated, his strength flows smoothly, and his movements are continuous and rhythmic.

The posture is upright, the steps are steady, the distinction between emptiness and fullness is clear, the eyes lead the way, and the mind is calm and the body is relaxed.

The sword technique flowed smoothly and effortlessly.

Although he was wearing ordinary clothes and not even a martial arts uniform, Wang Zian performed exceptionally well.

Even an ordinary person could tell at a glance that he was at a much higher level than the student from before.

After finishing his swordplay, Prince An bowed once more to the five examiners with his sword.

In the waiting area, there was the boy who had borrowed the sword; his mouth was open and his eyes were fixed straight ahead.

He had been practicing swordsmanship for almost five years, and the person on the stage was even better than his coach.

It's not that the moves are more fancy or more difficult, but rather something indescribable.

To put it another way, the same sword technique is just a routine in his hands, but it comes alive in Wang Zi'an's.

Feng Yuanzheng nodded. "Not bad. How long have you been training?"

"It's been twelve years since I was six!"

Feng Yuanzheng made a mark on the evaluation sheet.

"Anything else?" He looked up, his gaze shifting from the rating sheet to Wang Zi'an's face.

"Why don't you sing another song? I thought your voice was pretty good in your first audition, let's try again."

Wang Zian was stunned.

The stage lights shone on his face, clearly illuminating his momentary daze.

He came to see what was fun, not to become the fun part himself.

But now he was taking an exam, and several cameras were pointed at him from different angles, with red indicator lights flashing unblinkingly.

Five examiners sat below, holding score sheets, waiting for him to speak.

Prince An switched the sword to his left hand, leaving his right hand hanging at his side.

He looked at Feng Yuanzheng below the stage and took a breath.

"Then I'll sing Jay Chou's 'Stranded'!"

He cleared his throat.

There was no accompaniment, no music; the stage lights shone on him alone.

"The sky hasn't cleared up in ages~~~"

As soon as Wang Zian spoke, a strong sense of heartbreak and sadness emerged, much like the popular R&B version that followed.

It carried a hazy, damp weight.

It's not sadness created through technique; it's a quality inherent in the voice itself.

It was as if he were truly standing under a sky that hadn't cleared up in a long time, looking up at the clouds that never seemed to disperse.

Upon hearing his voice and emotional expression, the teachers' eyes lit up instantly.

Feng Yuanzheng stopped writing on the evaluation form.

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"I... can only forever read these lines, read the hurt I've caused you!"

A high note rose up.

The word "I" was drawn out, the sound rising from the stage of the small auditorium, passing through the beams of the spotlights, hitting the ceiling, and then falling back down.

Jay Chou's songs feature many vocal transitions, and he handles each transition smoothly and confidently.

In a word, it sounds great!

The talent show in the second round of auditions is not just about the talent itself, but more importantly, the use of physical expression and vocal techniques within that talent.

Wang Zian's martial arts performance just now proved that his physique is excellent.

When it comes to singing, teachers don't just listen to whether you're singing off-key or not; they listen to the emotions and breath control you convey in your singing.

Prince An has undoubtedly done a very good job in this regard.

As we all know, Jay Chou's songs have a lot of vocal runs.

The scene was rather comical.

A man holding a sword stood upright, his shadow stretched long on the ground as the lamplight shone down from above.

Then he belted out Jay Chou's love songs with great emotion.

The sword was still held in his left hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, occasionally swaying slightly as he sang.

It gives off a feeling of someone heartbroken and about to go and kill someone after singing this song.

Wang Zian sang the last word. The lingering sound hung in the air on the stage for a moment before dissipating.

Feng Yuanzheng and the other teachers exchanged glances, all seeing admiration in each other's eyes.

As the chief examiner of this exam, he was also very satisfied.

He lowered his head and wrote a line on the evaluation form. The strokes were neither too fast nor too slow, but written with great force.

After finishing writing, Feng Yuanzheng looked up, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"Not bad!"

His voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet auditorium. "After listening all day, I finally heard a voice full of emotion."

He spoke very directly, without considering the feelings of the candidates present.

"Whether it's your looks or your talent, you're perfectly suited for this job. I have high hopes for you!"