Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

The continuing education center's booth was even more rudimentary than I had imagined.

A folding table, two plastic chairs, and a piece of handwritten cardboard on the table with some perfunctory promotional terms.

A middle-aged woman wearing glasses sat behind a table, looking down at a stack of forms.

Compared to the other stalls, this place was pitifully deserted.

Lin An walked over and tapped on the table:

"Teacher, is this where we register for the literature department's continuing education program?"

The middle-aged woman looked up, sized him up, and a strange glint flashed in her eyes:

"Yes, give me the materials."

Lin An pulled out neatly folded documents from his pocket: his admission notice, ID card, academic certificate, medical examination report, and three one-inch photos...

The middle-aged woman silently took the document, glanced at it, and then looked at Lin An's pocket.

Can a guy's pants pocket hold that much?

Lin An frowned, not understanding why the other person was staring at his crotch.

Could it be...?

He subconsciously squeezed his legs together and took a half step back.

The middle-aged woman snapped out of her daze, noticed his subtle actions, and her face instantly darkened.

She slammed a form on the table and said irritably:

"Fill in your home address, contact number, and emergency contact person clearly."

Lin An hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen, took a half step back, and then began to fill out the form.

The middle-aged woman's eyes twitched, her lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

"Home address... Building 14, Dengshikou..."

Lin An wrote stroke by stroke; his handwriting wasn't beautiful, but it was neat and tidy.

"Emergency contact person... Lin Meng, relationship... siblings."

The middle-aged woman happened to see the message, adjusted her glasses, and subconsciously asked:

"How do I fill in 'your sister'? 'Your parents'—"

She suddenly realized her slip of the tongue and lowered her voice:

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

A middle-aged woman's mind has already automatically started playing a tragic drama.

The older brother, who lost both parents, struggles to make a living in a big city with his younger sister. He works on construction sites during the day and studies screenwriting in his rented room at night, spending all his savings on a ticket to a continuing education course.

He was taciturn and never complained to anyone, only secretly sobbing at night while looking at his sister's sleeping face...

It's too awful.

That's so touching.

The middle-aged woman's eyes were slightly red, and when she raised her head again, her gaze softened.

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell the teacher."

Holy crap! A honey trap?

Lin An broke out in a cold sweat, quickly filled in the remaining information, picked up the registration form, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute..."

The middle-aged woman instinctively tried to stop her.

Lin An walked faster and faster, until finally he started running, his back view showing a hurried frantic pace.

This world is far too dangerous!

Watching Lin An's departing figure, the middle-aged woman weakly clenched her right hand twice, and sighed softly:

"You're going the wrong way..."

……

……

At the West Gate, a gray, old building stands in the shade of plane trees.

The cement on the exterior wall is mottled, and the ivy climbs all the way from the corner of the wall to the third-floor window sill, gleaming with a deep green luster in the afternoon sun.

This is the office building of the Beijing Film Academy.

Countless senior professors and renowned teachers review articles and discuss films in this small space.

Many of the academic articles and industry reports produced here have sparked discussions and debates within the film industry.

On the third floor, at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar.

The moment Lü Xiaopin pushed open the door, a strong smell of smoke hit her.

The office was small, with several desks arranged in a U-shape, piled high with scripts, newspapers, and disposable paper cups.

The bookshelf against the wall was crammed with various acting theory textbooks, some of which were already falling apart and held together with rubber bands.

"Hey, Little Lü's here."

Chen Yi, deputy director of the performing arts department, stood up from his chair and stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

"Teacher Chen."

Lü Xiaopin greeted them with a smile, then nodded to the other two teachers:

"Teacher Huo Xuan, Teacher Zhang Hua."

Huo Xuan sat in the corner flipping through the Beijing Youth Daily, looked up and smiled at him in response.

Zhang Hua was writing something on the table when he heard the noise, so he looked up and adjusted his glasses:

"I've looked at the notebook; the content is still a bit thin."

He said calmly, "Sitcoms, especially those set in urban areas, are unlikely to succeed without a high-density plot."

As a professor, this is actually a tactful way of asking someone to resign.

Lü Xiaopin said with a wry smile, "Director Ying found the person; there's nothing I can do about it."

Zhang Hua didn't say anything more after hearing this.

After "I Love My Family", Yingda settled into sitcoms, and his subsequent works such as "Family Harmony Brings Prosperity" and "Idle Man Ma Dajie" achieved good results.

Even though I can see that this "Internet Addict's Diary" seems to have been rushed, I don't really have the right to comment on it here.

Zhang Hua collected his thoughts and spoke:

"Are you going to directly select actors, or go through the audition process?"

After thinking for a moment, Lü Xiaopin said, "Let's have an audition. I'm directing and starring in this myself, so I need to find someone with talent, otherwise it'll be too tiring to direct on set."

Zhang Hua had no objection and turned his gaze to Chen Yi, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Now you see me..." Chen Yi muttered to himself, his expression remaining impassive as he said:

"Let's go to the rehearsal room in the Yifu Building. It's still relatively quiet there since school hasn't officially started yet."

He paused, then said, "I'll have someone inform the students that you should go and prepare."

Lü Xiaopin had no objection.

……

……

The lobby on the first floor of the Yifu Building.

Lin An stood in front of the floor plan, holding the registration form, deep in thought.

He ran too fast and didn't know which way to go. Then he wandered around looking for a toilet and is now completely lost.

An art college with such complicated buildings? Are you kidding me?

Wouldn't it be better to use that money to help the poor?

Lin An was filled with resentment.

"Oh? What a coincidence."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Lin An turned around, and Zhao Nana was walking over carrying a pink cup. She tilted her head and looked at the registration form in his hand with a playful expression.

"Lost?"

"How is that possible?"

Lin An folded the registration form twice, stuffed it into his pocket, and forced himself to say:

"I'm just wandering around and taking a look."

Zhao Nana didn't expose her, and said with a smile:

"Are you done with the tour? Would you like me to take you to the finance office?"

Lin An raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "Absolutely not, I know the way."

Zhao Nana chuckled and was about to speak when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

"Nana, slow down, wait for me."

Hai Qing emerged from the stairwell, her forehead slightly damp with sweat, clearly having jogged all the way there.

Zhao Nana turned around, pointed her thumb at Lin An, and said playfully:

"Look who I found."

Haiqing was somewhat surprised to see Lin An, but after calming down, she wasn't so surprised.

Today is the first day of registration, and the more adventurous freshmen are indeed wandering around.

"Hello, my name is Haiqing."

After Haiqing finished introducing herself, she tugged at Zhao Nana's arm:

"We have other things to do, so we won't chat any longer. Once you officially enroll, the senior students will treat you to barbecue."

Zhao Nana ignored Hai Qing's little tricks.

Her eyes darted around, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a malicious smile.

Lin An felt a chill run down his spine and asked warily, "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you want to take a tour?"

Zhao Nana smiled and leaned closer: "There's an activity in the rehearsal room later, how about I show you around?"

After saying that, she teased:

"You're not afraid to go, are you?"

Lin An, who was about to refuse, suddenly became a hot topic.

He scoffed, "Fine, I'll go!"

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