I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

Prince An felt an urge to laugh even more!

He's not short of money!

By then, my memories had been awakened for a long time, and I had already digested the massive amount of information and feelings from another time and space.

Take writing novels as an example.

He started writing novels at the age of twelve, and his first book earned him a lot of money.

So far, I've earned several small fortunes from writing novels!

Since awakening his memories of another timeline, Wang Zian has compared the differences between the two worlds.

Many things are exactly the same, but some things are like the people involved making different decisions and going in different directions.

But that bookworm also had his own hobbies. Besides studying, he liked to read novels, read anime, listen to music, and play games.

Before he awakened these memories, he had little interest in these things.

After awakening, it was as if a complete database had been entered into my body.

The reason I can sing so well and write novels so successfully is because of these extra, massive amounts of experience and feelings that came out of nowhere.

His body also became different from ordinary people because of these experiences.

It's not about having superpowers or being different from ordinary people; it's about suddenly having a breakthrough in many areas.

It's as if someone helped him open up his Ren and Du meridians, and then gave him experience points from many directions, which made him learn things very quickly.

There are many things he learns that he never actually uses.

I guess I showed off my singing skills today.

He only revealed one trick.

Then Zhou Ye immediately took notice of him.

"What's your decision?"

Seeing that Wang Zian was lost in thought, Zhou Ye called out softly.

"I really can't teach you." He pulled himself back to Zhou Ye, his tone more sincere than before. "It's not that I don't want to teach, but I'm not as experienced as the teachers at those institutions."

"Don't you have any tricks up your sleeve?" Zhou Ye pressed on, unwilling to give up.

"Study hard, practice a lot, and read more materials!"

"That's it?" Zhou Ye's expression froze for a moment. There was a thin layer of disappointment in her voice, her lips turned down slightly, and the light in her eyes dimmed a little.

She muttered under her breath, "It's not much different from what the teacher said."

"Look, I really can't teach you anything!" Wang Zian shrugged.

"Sigh~!" Zhou Ye lowered his head dejectedly. "My singing is hopeless!"

You were born this way, that's really how it is, there's no saving you!

"You sang 'The Oriole' very well!" Wang Zian said, trying to comfort him. "Although the pitch was off, Zhou Ye sang with great enthusiasm, and his expressions and movements were very vivid. The overall effect was adorable."

"What's so great about it?!" Zhou Ye pouted slightly, looking a bit disgusted. "You're just trying to comfort me!"

She raised her head, the brim of her hat slipped back a little, revealing her eyes filled with some discomfort.

"Your voice is practically indistinguishable from the original singer's. What's even more outrageous is that your high notes are higher than Jay Chou's. Compared to you, I'm just a lump of dirt."

Does Zhou Jielun have high notes?

"It seems not!"

This answer surprised even Zhou Ye himself.

Then she burst out laughing.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was crisp; it bounced once on the quiet tree-lined path before being swept away by the wind.

When she smiles, her eyes squint into two crescent moons, her nose wrinkles slightly, revealing a small row of neat teeth.

Wang Zian also smiled slightly.

The two walked side by side under the sycamore trees, their pace slow and their rhythm naturally synchronized.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, casting dappled patterns of light on the two people as they walked.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked to the school gate.

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Wang Zian's gaze passed over Zhou Ye's head and landed on the dark mass of people outside the school gate, and the long guns and short cannons in their hands.

He quickly pulled a mask out of his pocket; hooked the ear loops with his fingers and pulled them to both sides, skillfully hanging them on his ears.

The mask covered most of his face from his nose down, revealing only a pair of deep-set almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose.

Zhou Ye followed his gaze and looked over.

"What's wrong? Don't you want reporters to see you?"

"If we want to enter the entertainment industry in the future, it's still very important to expose ourselves. The more photos the reporters take now, the more stories they'll have to write about when they dig them up later."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look outside the school gate.

With his eyes fixed on a camera focused on the two of them, he stretched out his hand and gave a peace sign!

At the same time, a bright smile bloomed on her face, her eyes crinkled, her teeth were white, and she shone brightly in the afternoon sunlight.

After filming, Zhou Ye subconsciously took out a mask and put it on as well.

Across the street, a large number of reporters stood here.

They weren't really interested in the candidates; it was just a routine practice to take photos of the good-looking ones so they could make some money if these people became big stars in the future.

Across the street, reporter Afei and his colleague were leaning against the railing, chatting and joking.

Afei was in his thirties, with a buzz cut, wearing a drab gray windbreaker, and a brand-new Nikon D5 hanging around his neck; he had just bought it yesterday, spending two months' salary on it.

He had worked as an entertainment reporter for seven or eight years, shooting countless red carpets, press conferences, and airport photos, so he wasn't particularly interested in tasks like waiting for test takers to leave the exam hall.

Every year it's the same: a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old kids, plain-faced, wearing down jackets, nervously walk out of the school gate.

The probability of producing a celebrity is lower than winning the lottery.

"Don't you think there are any outstanding candidates this year?" He raised his camera, pointed it at the school gate, and took two quick shots to test the feel of the shutter.

Another reporter nearby, who was looking down at his phone, didn't even look up when he heard this. "It looks like there's a child star here; but he's not good-looking."

As the two were chatting casually, Afei caught a glimpse of two people walking towards the school gate from the side of the tree-lined path.

One male and one female.

The man was over 1.85 meters tall, wearing a black hoodie and cargo pants, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

The woman was a head shorter than him, wearing a long black down jacket and a high ponytail.

The two walked slowly, talking as they went.

The cutest height difference; this scene naturally has a perfect composition in the viewfinder.

Ah Fei instinctively raised his camera and aimed it at the two of them.

Then he saw what the boy was doing.

He took a black mask out of his pocket and put it on skillfully; then, the girl also took out a mask and put it on.

In the few seconds before and after wearing masks, Afei's camera accurately captured the two people's figures.

The Nikon D5's shutter sounded crisp and loud, clicking away, and it took seven or eight shots in a row.

Wang Zian listened to Zhou Ye speak with his head tilted to the side, the contours of his brow bone and nose bridge clearly outlined in the afternoon light.

Zhou Ye is giving a peace sign to the camera, his almond-shaped eyes crinkling, his smile so bright that even his mask can't hide it.

Behind them were the gates of the Beijing Film Academy and the pale blue February sky.

Ah Fei glanced down at the viewfinder and flipped through the photos he had just taken.

His finger stopped when he turned to the third page.

In the video, the boy is slightly turning his head to the side, while the girl is looking up and saying something.

The two people were perfectly positioned, the lighting was perfect, and their expressions were perfect.

Having taken photos for so many years, he knows that some photos have an expiration date and will be forgotten after a while.

But some photos, which capture a person's youthful innocence, can be sold ten years later.

He hung the camera back around his neck, picked up the thermos next to him, and took a sip of goji berry water.

I've already thought of a filename for this photo in my head.

A young and inexperienced art student during the 2016 Beijing Film Academy entrance exam.