"Yes, yes, it's a little lower there, raise it a little further."

"Is this OK?" Jiang Shan asked on the ladder.

"Okay, okay, that's it."

The wind blew heavily last night. I woke up early in the morning and found that the banner hanging on the watch guide building was blown off.

The teacher pulled two boys to move the ladder and hang it again.

The banner still has the same inspiring old saying, "Beijing Film Academy - Where the Dream Begins", and candidates can see it from afar as soon as they enter the school gate.

Jiang Shan didn’t know whether the dream started or not. Anyway, the results of the test will be released a few days later, which will shatter the art exam dreams of many candidates.

According to the media, the number of candidates enrolled in Beijing Film Academy hit a new high this year.

However, there are not so many people on the first day, and there are only a short long queue of registration offices. I didn’t see the scene of candidates and parents crowding the campus last year. Of course, the performance department is not included here.

It is obvious that the ‘diversion’ measures are implemented very well, and Jiangshan’s workload is much smaller.

He collected money to fill out the form to register, and also answered the candidates' questions. Jiang Shan felt very tired and his voice was a little hoarse in the morning.

"Xiao Jiang, go for dinner, I'll help you." It was already 12 o'clock, and a teacher said to Jiang Shan, rushing him to dinner.

"good."

Jiang Shan nodded and then got up to hand over the job after filling out the registration form he had at hand.

The working meal is very simple. The lunch box was ordered by the school group, but the dishes were very rich and fresh. It was obvious that it was not the kind of set meal that cost a few dollars each.

Jiangshan had a good meal. After eating, I took a simple break to welcome the afternoon registration work.

The registration for the director department is relatively easy, unlike the performance academy next door.

As the registration work began in the afternoon, all the candidates and parents gathered around, and the long-lasting registration team lined up again.

"Xiao Jiang has that one, who else? You two go to the performance department to maintain order of the candidates and let them not be confused. If you have any questions, you two will help them solve them first."

A teacher suddenly came to the director's department to register and pointed at Jiang Shan and said.

Well, there is not enough staff, so I have begun to draw staff from other majors in the department.

Registration for the Performance Department has been "yin and yang decline" for years, and this year is no exception. Jiang Shan is walking among the group of bellweathers holding a handheld horn selling vegetables. If it were all up to his fleshy voice, he would be a little uncontrollable.

"Senior brother, how old are you this year?"

"Senior brother, how long is it before? Why is it so slow?"

Jiang Shan can encounter any kind of problem.

"Who are the teachers interviewed this year?"

"Senior brother, is your exam difficult?"

These girls are outgoing. When they see this handsome senior brother Jiang Shan, they are a little envious and admired, and they also want to get close to him and make confusing words.

Now Jiang Shan can't hold his throat, and his gun can't hold it any longer.

Here I just took a 15-year-old girl who wanted to apply for the film school and her parents to the admissions office. When I came back, I met two careless candidates who lost the newly received admission ticket.

Alas, then help find it!

With a thin admission ticket, there are so many parents of candidates today, and it is no less difficult to find than finding a needle in a haystack.

Jiang Shan didn't even have much hope, and thought about going to the lost and found office to take a look.

"Are you looking for this?"

A gentle, nice female voice sounded in Jiang Shan’s ears, and it was a little alienated.

Jiang Shan, who was rummaging through the flower beds and grass, couldn't help but look up and look at him, "Okay, we'll meet again!"

Why do you think it's such a coincidence?

Why is it so inch?

Compared to her makeup yesterday, her dress today looks more refined. Her black hair is tied to a bun behind her head, revealing her smooth and plump forehead like many girls. Now she looks more like a small bun that has just been out of the cage.

The girl stretched out her hand at him and looked at her with a pocket information book. She glanced at the cover and knew it was a pocket book like common sense in film and television. It seemed that after a year, the publishing house only changed the cover color and continued to sell it.

Jiangshan has been through this stage a long time ago.

Jiang Shan got up and was about to explain, but a middle-aged woman came close behind the girl with a lot of vigilance.

"What happened?"

The woman came to the girl and stood faintly between Jiang Shan and the girl. She deliberately separated the two and then asked the girl, but her eyes looked at Jiang Shan in advance.

"Mom, I picked up a book here. I'm just going to find it. I'm just going to give it back to him."

Hearing his daughter's explanation, the woman's eyes fell on Jiang Shan again, as if waiting for Jiang Shan to explain.

"Hello, I am a freshman in the director department of the Film Academy. I am mainly responsible for maintaining the order of this year's art exam registration. I wonder if you have picked up Cheng Ruoxuan and Miao Liu's admission tickets?"

Hearing Jiang Shan's words, the girl shook her head and answered silly, "No."

The middle-aged woman glanced at the trumpet in his hand and seemed to agree with Jiang Shan's statement, but she didn't say much to him, just replied simply.

"Sorry, we didn't see each other."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan took the art exam pocket information book from the girl, "I will put the lost property and find office later, thank you."

Because of his words, the girl waved her hand and said, "You're welcome."

Until Jiangshan left, the woman did not forget to nag with her daughter.

"Qianqian, if you have any such person who talks to you next time, don't hesitate to me. Do you know?"

The little girl who had just passed 15 felt a little dissatisfied when she heard her mother's cliché talk.

Didn’t my mother’s words wrongly accuse the boy?

In the end, I couldn't help but retort for the boy just now, "It wasn't him who talked to me, I asked him first."

"That's the same, just ignore it."

"But……"

After saying that the woman didn't wait for her daughter to come, she pulled her into the queue.

…………………………

"How come the admission tickets for those two girls were found?"

Jiang Shan came to the lost property and asked.

"No." The two teachers from the lost and found office shook their heads.

Just like overslept in the college entrance examination and being at home with the admission ticket, this kind of worry-prone thing never stops during the art exam every year.

"I just picked up a material book and I'll put it here first. Let's see if anyone is here to find it."

After getting this done, Jiang Shan returned to the registration queue of the Performance Department to maintain order. Anyway, he just walked from the front to the back row of the queue. If the parents of candidates have any questions, they could consult Jiang Shan and some people at any time.

When I reached the middle row, I met the mother and daughter.

The woman saw that Jiang Shan had no good expression, but the girl beside her smiled and waved at Jiang Shan.

Are all fairies so kind?
Chapter completed!