Back to 17, My Brother is the Cult Leader

In late July, the college entrance examination results were released.

Fang Yuan received the call at home.

Jiang Shan called, her voice eight octaves higher than usual.

"Fang Yuan! You scored 520 points!"

Fang Yuan held the microphone and paused for a second.

"Chinese: 116, Math: 94, English: 130, Humanities: 180. Total: 520!"

Jiang Shan finished speaking in one breath, and then laughed.

"Fang Yuan, do you know where your score ranks in our class? Ninth!!"

Fang Yuan remained silent.

He scored 94 on his math test, a score he never dared to dream of before.

"Do you know the cut-off scores for the Central Academy of Drama and the Beijing Film Academy?" Fang Yuan asked.

"The minimum score for academic subjects is around 450, and you exceeded it by 70 points."

And I heard that you ranked first in both majors.

With your professional score and general knowledge score combined, you're number one in both!

Fang Yuan hung up the phone and sat on the sofa.

Fang Jianguo poked his head out of the kitchen: "How many points?"

"Five hundred and twenty."

Fang Jianguo paused for a moment, then nodded without saying anything and turned back to the kitchen.

After a while, Fang Yuan heard the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen, which was louder than usual.

In the afternoon, Huang Xiaoming called.

"520? Damn, did you copy it?"

Fang Yuan chuckled: "Where am I supposed to copy from?"

"I only scored a little over 300 back then! You scored 200 points higher than me!"

Huang Xiaoming shouted on the other end of the phone,

"Wait here, I'll treat you to dinner when we get back."

Fang Yuan hung up the phone, sat at his desk, and looked at his report card several times.

After receiving the phone call in the morning, I picked up my report card from the school.

In his past life, he scored over 200 points on the college entrance exam.

My life has more than doubled.

He carefully put away the report card, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling.

All the preparations and all the effort finally paid off.

Two days later, the phone rang at home.

Fang Yuan answered the phone, and the other person said, "Hello, this is Teacher Zhang from the Admissions Office of the Central Academy of Drama."

Fang Yuan sat up straight.

Teacher Zhang's voice was very polite. He first congratulated him on his excellent grades, and then said:

"Fang Yuan, you ranked first in both your professional and academic exams in our school's Dramatic Literature Department."

The school values ​​you highly and hopes to speak with you in person.

"Shall we talk in person?"

"If it's convenient, we can arrange a time for a teacher to visit you in Qingdao."

Or you can come to Beijing, and the school will reimburse your travel expenses.

Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to Beijing. I have something to do."

"Okay, then let's do it next Monday? Call us when you arrive in Beijing and we'll pick you up."

Fang Yuan agreed.

Less than half an hour after I hung up, another call came in.

"Hello, I am Professor Chen from the Department of Literature at Beijing Film Academy."

Fang Yuan was taken aback.

Teacher Chen said, "Fang Yuan, congratulations on your excellent results in the college entrance examination."

You ranked first in both your academic and cultural scores in our Literature Department.

The school really hopes you can study at the Beijing Film Academy. I wonder if you have time to meet and talk?

Fang Yuan said, "I'm going to Beijing next Monday."

"Great, then we'll wait for you at school."

Fang Yuan hung up the phone and sat on the sofa for a while, thinking.

Both schools came to him. He was ranked first in both.

We need to meet in person to talk.

Is it finally time to make a choice?

After thinking for a long time, Fang Yuan went to Huang Xiaoming's house.

Xiao Ming took the train home last night and hasn't gotten out of bed yet.

Fang Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and nudged him awake. "Brother, give me some advice. Which school?"

Xiao Ming sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Although, before I came back, I was called in for a talk and they tried to persuade you."

But this is a big deal, you decide for yourself.

I hope you go to Beijing Film Academy so we can be together, but the Central Academy of Drama isn't far either, so I don't object to that either.

You should think about it yourself; you always have your own ideas.

You've made up your mind. I support you!

"Okay, I'll talk about it when I go tomorrow!"

"You left as soon as I got back. I should have waited for you in Beijing!"

On Monday, Fang Yuan took the train to Beijing.

He went to the Central Academy of Drama first.

Ms. Zhang, the admissions officer, was a woman in her forties who spoke slowly and deliberately with a smile.

She took Fang Yuan for a walk around the campus, and then went to her office.

There was also a male teacher in the office, surnamed Shen, who was the deputy director of the Department of Dramatic Literature.

The three of them sat down, and Teacher Zhang poured a glass of water.

"Fang Yuan, your grades are rare in all our years of enrollment."

Teacher Zhang said, "He ranked first in his major and scored 520 in the general education exam, which is 70 points above the admission line."

The school leaders attach great importance to this.

Fang Yuan remained silent.

Teacher Shen spoke up: "Our teaching philosophy in the Department of Dramatic Literature is to lay a solid foundation."

The first two years were all foundational courses: Chinese and foreign drama history, playwriting theory, and script analysis.

He only began creating a large number of works in the last two years.

We're not in a rush to get students to produce anything; we want them to build a solid foundation first.

Fang Yuan nodded.

This is precisely what he valued about the Central Academy of Drama.

"In addition," Teacher Zhang said.

"Taking into account your situation, the school can offer you some assistance."

She took a piece of paper out of the folder.

"First, all tuition and miscellaneous fees during your time at the school will be waived."

Just as Fang Yuan was about to speak, Teacher Zhang raised his hand, signaling him to listen to the rest.

"Secondly, the school can provide you with a single dormitory room, equipped with a computer and a telephone."

All expenses will be covered by the school.

Fang Yuan was taken aback.

Single room. Computer. Telephone.

These conditions are far too favorable for a college student.

"Third," Teacher Zhang said.

"The school will assign a professor as your mentor to provide one-on-one guidance for your creative work."

Fang Yuan remained silent for a few seconds.

"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Wang," he said.

"I've heard the terms. But I have one request."

"you say."

"I don't want the tuition and miscellaneous fees waiver."

Give this spot to another student.

I'm fine with a single room and a computer and telephone.

Because I need a quiet environment and a computer to write.

Teacher Wang glanced at him, somewhat surprised.

"Are you sure? Tuition fees aren't a small amount."

"Sure."

Teacher Zhang and Teacher Wang exchanged a glance.

"Okay," Teacher Zhang said, "Have you thought it through? Are you coming to the Central Academy of Drama?"

Fang Yuan said, "I still need to go to the Beijing Film Academy. I'll decide after I've seen them."

"Of course. Think it over carefully."

After leaving the Central Academy of Drama, Fang Yuan went to the Beijing Film Academy.

The Department of Literature at Beijing Film Academy is located on the third floor of the teaching building. The offices are small, but very clean.

Mr. Chen is a male teacher in his thirties who wears glasses and speaks very quickly.

There was also a female teacher next to her, surnamed Liu, who was the deputy director of the literature department.

Teacher Chen got straight to the point:

"Fang Yuan, your grades are the best in the Literature Department this year. The school hopes you can come to Beijing Film Academy."

Teacher Liu said, "You know the advantages of Beijing Film Academy: it's close to the industry and offers many practical opportunities."

Many film crews come to the school to recruit people; you can join a crew as early as your junior year.

Fang Yuan nodded.

"Regarding the conditions," Teacher Chen said.

"The school can waive your tuition and fees. In addition, a scholarship of two thousand yuan per year is offered."

Fang Yuan didn't respond.

Teacher Chen continued, "Regarding the dormitory, we can arrange for you to stay in a double room with a private bathroom."

Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Teacher Chen, Teacher Liu, thank you for the school's arrangements."

"I'll think about it."