I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

Feng Yuanzheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But looking past Wang Zian's shoulder, I saw the candidates sitting in the waiting area behind him.

Pairs of eyes were watching this side, some nervous, some expectant, and some so tense they were about to snap.

Feng Yuanzheng swallowed the words that were about to come out, closed his mouth, and tapped his finger lightly twice on the score sheet.

"Go down!"

Prince An nodded, turned and left the stage.

Several teachers began grading, but they were noticeably slower than the people before them.

Just like in the preliminary exam, the teachers were talking in hushed tones.

"So this is the person Dean Wang assigned! Excellent!"

"Indeed, they're very strong!"

As Feng Yuan watched Wang Zi'an's retreating figure, he recalled Dean Wang's words that this person didn't have a strong desire to study acting.

I felt dissatisfied and somewhat regretful.

"Then let's score it normally!" Feng Yuanzheng said softly.

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Zhou Ye stared intently at Wang Zi'an with his large, bright eyes. He walked down with his sword in hand, exuding the imposing aura of a general about to unleash a storm.

That's amazing!

She became even more curious about the boy.

Whether it was the martial arts performance or the singing, they were clearly experts.

How come I've never heard of her working at an art exam training institution in Yanjing?

Every year, there is a very large group of candidates for the art college entrance exams, all of whom are students participating in the exams that year.

She was among them; you could say that many of the students who came to take the exam this year were her classmates from the art exam preparation class.

The truly capable ones had already been identified in the group chat; but this person seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

After Wang Zian came down, he first thanked the classmate who had lent him the sword.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" the boy said, taking the sword in a muffled voice.

His face looked terrible.

He lent a sword to his opponent, who then used that sword to perform a swordsmanship that was a level above his own.

I feel like I did something really stupid.

I hope I won't be eliminated!

The thought was like a needle, piercing his heart and popping out of his eyes.

He really felt like crying.

Actually, he didn't need to cry. The two girls who performed earlier had already started crying when Wang Zian was singing.

"Don't be nervous." Wang Zian's voice came from above, not loud, but steady. "You're pretty good."

"Thank you!" After saying these three words, the boy placed the sword across his knees, lowered his head, and said no more.

When Wang Zian sat down, his gaze met that of Zhou Ye sitting next to him.

The girl is clearly no longer nervous; her eyes are full of curiosity.

Looking into her excessively bright eyes, Wang Zian asked himself, "Can you get distracted during an exam?"

"Next candidate!"

"Your turn!"

"Oh~!"

Zhou Ye said "Oh" and hurriedly stood up.

She ran onto the field, her ponytail swinging back and forth behind her head.

Wang Zian watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

With such a thick skin, it would be strange if you got nervous!

I'm just worried that this little incident might affect her performance!

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"Teacher, my talent performance is ballet!"

Zhou Ye stood obediently and then spoke respectfully.

Feng Yuanzheng's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds. He recognized this girl.

In the initial audition video, she had a compact and delicate oval face, with features that looked like they had been carefully arranged—a natural-born movie star.

Among this year's applicants, his appearance is quite outstanding, and the school is paying close attention to him.

He nodded. "Let's begin!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ye took off his down jacket, revealing a light pink performance costume underneath.

The upper body is fitted, outlining a slender waistline and the nascent curves of the shoulders and neck.

Her lower body was covered by a loose tulle skirt, the hem of which reached just above her knees, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs.

Her hair was still tied in a high ponytail, revealing her entire forehead and those big almond-shaped eyes.

Feng Yuanzheng's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Wang Zi'an in the waiting area.

"Look at that, now that's the attitude you should have when taking an exam."

But Prince An paid no attention to his gaze.

From that distance, he only thought that Feng Yuanzheng had astigmatism and that his eyes were wandering when he looked at people.

The main reason was Zhou Ye's ballet performance, which was unexpectedly beautiful.

According to my memory, shouldn't Zhou Ye be portrayed as someone who sings off-key and is uncoordinated?

But the person in front of you is performing a proper ballet.

There was no music, but she kept her own rhythm, tapping her toes on the ground, stretching out her body.

Her fluffy tulle skirt rose and fell gently with her movements, like a flower swaying in the wind.

Swaying gracefully, elegant and composed, as beautiful as a startled swan.

These words popped into Wang Zi'an's head, and then he himself thought they were a bit far-fetched.

But you can tell at a glance that they have a solid foundation!

Zhou Ye finished his last move and stood still.

She was breathing slightly heavily, her chest rising and falling gently, and a thin layer of sweat glistened on her forehead under the spotlight.

He held his hands nervously in front of his abdomen, his fingers twisted together, and looked cautiously at the examiners below the stage.

Feng Yuanzheng nodded; "Not bad, good physique!"

Zhou Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it, maintaining a well-behaved expression.

"Sing another song," Feng Yuanzheng said, picking up his pen. "Let's hear your voice."

Zhou Ye blushed slightly, her lips twitched downwards, her eyes blinked rapidly, and her nostrils twitched slightly.

His entire face screamed "I'm doomed."

She doesn't sing well!

She knows the truth about this best.

Every time she goes to karaoke, the songs she chooses are always snatched up by others because her friends can't stand her singing style.

During her art exam training, her vocal teacher listened to her sing once, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Let's prepare two songs, just in case."

She still remembers that silence.

"Teacher, I'll sing 'The Snail and the Oriole'!"

When he heard it was a children's song, Wang Zian almost burst out laughing.

Feng Yuanzheng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Nursery rhymes?

He looked at the girl on stage, dressed in a ballet tutu, whose good looks made the entire examination room shine. She said she wanted to sing a children's song.

"Okay, go ahead and sing."

Zhou Ye cleared her throat and rubbed her hands together on both sides of her gauze skirt. She opened her mouth.

"Amen, there's a grapevine in front, its tender green shoots just beginning to sprout!"

Her voice was soft, with a childlike earnestness.

Don't say it! You really shouldn't say it!

The songs here sound pretty good!

At least he doesn't sing as badly as those in short videos!

But it wasn't exactly pleasant to listen to!

The pitch was indeed not very good; a few notes were off.

It was a little girl, dressed in a ballet tutu, standing under the stage lights, earnestly singing a children's song.

In the waiting area, Wang Zian almost couldn't hold back.