Yanjing Film Academy, art exam room.

Cao Wen's face was full of affection, carrying the unexceptional maturity and vicissitudes of young people, and he gently recited his original poem "Once Upon a Time"—

“The sunlight of the past has become slower”

"Cars, horses, and emails are all slow"

"I only love one person in my life"

...

The examiner in the examination room listened to Cao Wen's poem recitation, and his expression was not obvious, making people unable to tell whether he was satisfied or not. Even the star examiner Ganbei did not have the coldness on his face as he originally had. He looked at Cao Wen calmly with a smile on his face.

The eyes were very calm, and there was even a hint of smile, but the smile was not enough to reach the bottom of the eyes, but there was a hint of indifference deep in the eyes.

Nan Minglang listened to Cao Wen reciting this poem. Although he knew in his heart that this poem was not original by Cao Wen, but was just a plagiarized poem by Cao Wen, he sincerely felt that the poem was written too well. He sighed at the ghost system in his mind and asked: "I only love one person in my life. This sentence is so good? Ghost system, who wrote this poem?"

"Written by Mr. Mu Xin, but-"

The ghost system smiled strangely and said, "Although I only loved one person in my life, I was able to take many concubines."

Hearing the ghost system's words, Nan Minglang almost stopped his expression on his face. It turned out that the beautiful feeling was ruthlessly shattered.

Nan Minglang looked at Cao Wen in front of him and actually wanted to ask what Cao Wen was thinking. If Cao Wen was really a copycat and a savior of entertainment, then Cao Wen should clearly know that Gan Bei, who is sitting in the middle of the examiner, is also a copycat.

Isn’t I nervous at all when I write so-called original poems in front of Wen Zhuangong?

...

After the poem was finished, Gan Bei smiled, looked at Cao Wen like that, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, the poem is well written."

Cao Wen felt relieved when he heard Gan Bei say this. At least in his opinion, Gan Bei did not think about targeting him. He was all the same person, and people among the same fellows should help each other.

As the saying goes, when a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, he is filled with tears!

"Next!"

Gan Bei smiled and signaled that the next person could be reciting poetry. Cao Wen paused, but he didn't expect that his original work would end like this?

Without shocking the crowd, the whole room was cheering, and just said something pretty plainly by Ganbei, there was no follow-up?

Is this wrong?

Cao Wen was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say much. He could only give up his position and let the next person recite.

Although each candidate has three minutes of recitation, it is actually less than three minutes at all, and the examiner will stop because the line test requires a plain voice, clear pronunciation, clear meaning, vivid words, plasticity, and strong expression. After listening to a few sentences, the examiner has a general judgment in his mind.

The clips, prose, or poems recited by the two boys are full of affection. It is obvious that they all know very clearly that the work they choose must be excellent literary works with strong artistic nature and clear ideas. If the recitation materials chosen by the candidates are empty, conceptual, obscure, dull, shriveled or have no artistic charm, no matter how much effort you put in, they will not achieve the ideal effect.

However, in the examiner's opinion, the selected works must be something that the candidates can experience, experience deeper, and express with emotion. They must be in line with, suitable for the reader, and can reflect and show the candidate's personality and charm.

If you are too affectionate, you will appear very artificial.

Even the celebrity candidate Zizhan was very affectionate and recited Bian Yusheng's original work "To the Oak Tree" with a literary style.

When hearing Xiao Zizhan's "To Oaks", Cao Wen and Gan Bei both smiled. The two met with each other, which was meaningful.

Cao Wen didn't see the cold light in Gan Bei's eyes at all.

Gan Bei glanced at Xiao Zizhan, and he naturally knew who Xiao Zizhan was, an artist of Junlin Entertainment Wangpao Company. Logically speaking, as long as nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Zizhan's art exam scores will not be bad, and he will eventually be admitted to Yanjing Film Academy. However, for some reason, when he thought of the man Wangpao, Gan Bei lowered his head and gave Xiao Zizhan a score.

Obviously, the candidates before were all just like the rules. Even celebrity candidates and original talents were just on the first exam site. Nan Meili also recited a passage and arrived in Nan Minglang like this.

...

I have to say that Nan Minglang is really good-looking. As soon as he stood up like this, he instantly became the focus of attention of the audience.

Good-looking art candidates are the focus of attention everywhere.

Although the acting candidates in the performance department do not lack handsome men and beautiful women, it is obvious that among these handsome men and beautiful women, Nan Minglang is still the one with the most outstanding appearance.

Nan Minglang smiled and introduced: "Hello, teachers, I am reciting excerpts from the novel "A Glass of Dust".

"A Glass of Dust" novel?

Who wrote the novel?

So rare?

Is it a foreign work?

Many people at the scene frowned slightly, and it was obvious that they had never heard of this novel.

However, Gan Bei's eyes lit up, and he looked at Nan Minglang, which was very surprised.

...

"It happened suddenly. People screamed and screamed everywhere in the kindergarten gate, which made people creepy when they heard it. The man shouted with a knife, "Someone doesn't let me live, and they want to drive me crazy, so don't think about living!"

Nan Minglang just looked at the scene with his own eyes, his voice becoming sharp and shrill, like the bloodthirsty emitted by a beast, becoming more and more excited.

Nan Minglang tilted his head, looked at the scene in his mind, opened his eyes wide, became more and more excited, and shouted wildly with hysterical expression: "Kill! Kill! At that moment, these three words exploded in the crowd, and blood splattered everywhere! Eleven saw the child lying at the school gate, covered in blood, covered in bruises, and was slaughtered like a livestock..."

Nan Minglang was very excited and could hardly control himself, his voice was hoarse and mad.

"Eleventh, he ran over and shouted at the girl, Run, run!"

"The girl fell down, and the beast swung his sword again, ah... Eleven he rushed over, and the knife slashed at him. He bit the beast's neck tightly, tearing, strangling, angry, fierce, biting it tightly, extremely tragic..."

Nan Minglang later controlled himself, raised his head, wiped the tears from his face, looked at the examiner on the scene, and said calmly: "Okay, let's end the story here."

The last sentence, from a crazy storm to a cold and dead silence, the scene fell into silence and depression.

Nan Meili opened her eyes wide, looked at Nan Minglang, holding a big grass in her heart—

Are you so ill-fated? Your sister doesn’t know!
Chapter completed!