In the entertainment industry, the silly system claims it's the immortal realm.

Chapter 102: Just give him his graduation certificate directly.

The results were announced the next day.

The Beijing Film Academy's internal forum was completely paralyzed.

The pinned post, with its eye-catching red title, reads: "Wei Yi is number one in the entire department! How did someone who barely attended classes for a semester manage that?!"

The comments section exploded, with nearly two thousand posts in less than an hour.

"Is this fucking reasonable? Has he even spent half a month at school this semester in total?"

"Someone saw him take the exam. He only took half a minute for the practical photography test and fifteen minutes for Professor Xie's storyboard class. Mu Deyuan immediately said he got full marks."

"Half a minute? I've been setting up this light for ten minutes—"

"For someone who gets a perfect score on the college entrance exam, the final exam is nothing; they don't even need to study."

"I suggest the school just issue him his graduation certificate directly, so as not to delay his filming."

"I agree with the comment above. It's a waste of his time to stay at school. The Beijing Film Academy can't teach him anything, so it's better to let him go out and bring glory to Chinese films."

Some people disagreed.

"Could it be that the school leaked the exam questions to him? After all, he's the heir of the Beijing Film Academy."

This question was met with hundreds of replies as soon as it was posted.

"Go to hell. Don't you know who Xie Xiaojin is? He leaked exam questions to Wei Yi? Last year, Professor Xie verbally abused a graduate student so badly he was expelled because the student tried to get in through connections!"

"Haven't you seen Mu Deyuan's face? He worked for Xinhua News Agency before coming to Beijing Film Academy, and he has an even tougher temper than Xie Xiaojin."

Is it really that hard to admit that someone is awesome?

"When others got full marks on the college entrance exam, you were probably playing in the mud somewhere."

"If you were capable of getting a perfect score, you could choose between Tsinghua and Peking University. Would you even care about a final exam at Beijing Film Academy?"

The third floor of the administration building.

Zhang Huijun's office.

The setting sun streamed in through the window, bathing the entire room in an orange-red hue.

Black and white photos of past presidents of Beijing Film Academy are hanging on the wall, the bookshelves are filled with textbooks and academic journals from various eras, and a thick stack of final exam transcripts is piled on the desk.

Tian Erzhuang sat on the sofa, holding an enamel mug in his hand, with a wide smile on his face.

He was in an exceptionally good mood today, so good that he even walked with a smug air about him.

Zhang Huijun looked through the report card from beginning to end, took off her reading glasses, and leaned back in her chair.

Wei Yi's name is ranked first in the entire department, in every course.

"Old Tian, ​​this student of yours really can't be trained in the conventional way."

Zhang Huijun's tone carried a hint of emotion.

In all his years as a principal, he has seen talented people, good at taking exams, and skilled in practical work, but he has never seen anyone who possesses all three qualities.

Moreover, Wei Yi's talent isn't just ordinary; he's the kind of genius whose difference you can directly perceive.

It's like a group of people running laps on a track. While everyone is still struggling with their stride frequency and breathing, he has already finished three laps and is sitting on the side drinking water.

Tian Erzhuang took a sip of tea: "I told you long ago, but none of you believed me."

In fact, from the first day Wei Yi enrolled, Tian Erzhuang knew that this student was unlikely to attend classes in a conventional manner.

His ceiling isn't in the classroom, it's on the film set. The classroom can't contain him.

Zhang Huijun was silent for a moment before speaking: "Should we create a special training program for him? Regular courses are indeed a waste of his time. What he needs is a more flexible learning plan where he can attend classes he wants and be exempt from those he doesn't. As long as he has enough credits, a good portfolio, and his advisor approves, he can graduate early."

In fact, Wei Yi has been following this pattern for the past year.

However, it was not standardized and did not appear in Nortel's official documents.

It was all thanks to the teachers using various excuses to get him leave, give him special treatment, and cover for him.

Zhang Huijun's intention this time is to standardize the program by writing it into the school's rules and regulations, so that no one can use his absence from class as an excuse anymore.

Even if it's a small matter, it's always good to take precautions.

Tian Erzhuang put down the enamel mug: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously."

Zhang Huijun stood up and walked to the window.

The plane trees downstairs rustled in the evening breeze, and groups of students walked by in twos and threes, carrying their books. In the distance, people were playing football on the playground, and the cheers could be faintly heard.

"In all the years that the Beijing Film Academy has been established, it has never had a student like this before. It's time to make an exception for such a student."

""

Tian Erzhuang thought for a moment: "Should this be discussed at a school affairs meeting?"

"I know. But we can prepare a plan first." Zhang Huijun turned around and looked at Tian Erzhuang. "This child will go very far in the future. What we give him now, he will repay Beijing Film Academy a hundredfold in the future."

Tian Erzhuang didn't say anything.

But he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

The day after the exam, Wei Yi flew back to Bangkok.

The film crew has resumed work.

Chen Acai organized the footage from the past two days and placed it next to the monitor, forming a thick stack.

Wei Yi flipped through it and found no major problems. Cinematographer Lao Zhou had worked with him on two films, and their styles had become very compatible.

"Director, Teacher Gao said some friends are coming to visit the set today," Xiao Wang whispered, bringing over a cup of iced coffee.

"I know."

This is Gao Yuanyuan's group of close friends.

Princess, Na Ying, Yu Feihong.

He played mahjong on Hong Kong Island a few days ago and lost some of his pocket money.

This visit to the set can, to some extent, help promote the film.

To achieve the same effect, the advertising costs alone would probably be in the millions.

Therefore, he needs to make proper arrangements.

3 PM, Bangkok Suvarnabhumi Airport.

Gao Yuanyuan personally went to pick him up at the airport. Wei Yi couldn't leave the film set, so he had Xiao Wang drive a van with him.

At the VIP exit, Na Ying was the first to emerge. Wearing a floral shirt, wide-leg pants, and large sunglasses, and pushing a bright red suitcase, his voice boomed even before he stepped out of the gate: "My god, Bangkok is so hot! It's even more humid than Hong Kong!"

The princess followed behind.

Wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and flat shoes, with sunglasses covering most of his face, he seemed to be screaming "I was dragged here."

Yu Feihong walked last.

Wearing a beige linen maxi dress, her long hair loosely tied up, Gao Yuanyuan smiled gently.

Gao Yuanyuan went to greet him, but was immediately hugged by the eagle: "Oh my Yuanyuan! You've lost weight! Are you tired from filming? Has that kid surnamed Wei bullied you?"

"Sister Na—" Gao Yuanyuan was choked and couldn't breathe, "He's very good to me."

"Okay? Okay, how come you've gotten so thin? Come on, take me to the film set, I want to personally interrogate him!"

"I had gastroenteritis a while ago, so my appetite was poor and I naturally lost some weight."

The princess strolled over from behind, took off her sunglasses, and glanced at Gao Yuanyuan: "You look good."

"Yes," the eagle exclaimed in surprise, "Little sister, you look absolutely radiant! Tsk tsk—no wonder you've lost weight! Tsk tsk, you must be exhausted every night, you must be losing weight from exercising, right?"

"Sister Na!"

Haha~

set.

A chase scene is being filmed in a back alley of Chinatown.

Wang Baoqiang was running ahead, sweating profusely, while three local stuntmen chased after him. Wei Yi sat behind the monitor, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees to keep time.

"Click! Passed!"

The stagehands started moving equipment to prepare for the next performance, and Wang Baoqiang took a towel from his assistant to wipe his sweat.

Just then, a loud shout came from the alley entrance.

"Where's Xiao Wei? Get your director out here!"

Wei Yi peeked out from behind the monitor and saw the eagle striding over, with the princess and Yu Feihong following behind. Gao Yuanyuan gave him a helpless wink at the back, her expression probably saying, "I can't stop it either."

He put down his coffee cup and stood up: "Sister Na, Teacher Wang, Sister Feihong, welcome."

The eagle walked up to the monitor, stood there with its arms crossed, looked him up and down several times, then turned to Gao Yuanyuan and said, "This kid looks even more handsome during the day. Little sister, you've finally found a good one this time."

Gao Yuanyuan smiled broadly, and it was clear that she was genuinely happy.

Wei Yi had Chen Acai bring over a few folding chairs and place them next to the monitor.

This day's scene happened to be Gao Yuanyuan's last reshoot. Feng Rui, the owner of the antique shop, closed her shop in the night of Chinatown, glanced back at the alley entrance, and then turned and disappeared behind the door.

It's a very simple scene.

There are no lines, only an action and a look.

Gao Yuanyuan came out after changing into her costume. She wore a white linen shirt and her hair was casually tied up. She looked so plain and simple that she didn't look like a female celebrity.

The eagle sat behind the monitor, legs crossed, watching. After a while, it clicked its tongue and said, "Little Wei really filmed it well. He made Yuanyuan look like a fairy."

On the monitor, Gao Yuanyuan stood at the entrance of the antique shop, the neon light falling on her profile. She glanced back at the alley entrance, her eyes filled with something indescribable.

It wasn't sadness, nor relief; it was the weight of a woman who had spent ten years in Chinatown, carrying all her stories in a single glance.

"She was originally a fairy." The princess rarely spoke, and her tone was calm.

The eagle turned to stare at Wei Yi: "Little Wei, you're so popular now, could you arrange a few more roles for our Yuan Yuan? She's your person now, you wouldn't lose out by promoting her, would you?"

Gao Yuanyuan whispered from the side, "Sister Na, I requested that I do no more than one or two films a year. I don't want to be too tired."

The eagle paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Fine, fine, I won't interfere in your affairs!"

Wei Yi smiled but didn't reply. He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a Xuanhemen cigarette, and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

After finishing work that evening, Chen Acai booked out the entire Chaoshan hot pot restaurant in Chinatown.

As soon as the eagle entered, it started clamoring for a drink.

Although the princess was a woman of few words, she drank one cup of wine after another without stopping.

Yu Feihong drank the least, holding her teacup and smiling as she watched everyone making a ruckus.

When the eagle got into a drinking game, he insisted on playing a finger-guessing game with Wei Yi.

He lost all three rounds of the game and was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table, accusing the kid of cheating. Gao Yuanyuan pulled him back with a laugh.

The princess, holding her wine glass, suddenly said that many people in Hong Kong wanted to meet Wei Yi. After the last mahjong game, even Yang Shoucheng was asking when he would go to Hong Kong again.

Wei Yi put down his chopsticks: "As for Mr. Yang, I'll temporarily—"

"No need to explain," the princess interrupted him. "You're right not to get too close to Emperor Entertainment. Albert Yeung is too shrewd; it's easy to get taken advantage of doing business with him. However, Peter Lam from Media Asia asked me to pass on a message, saying he'd like to collaborate with you on a co-production film, and you can name your terms."

Wei Yi kept these words in mind and raised his cup to toast the princess.

late at night.

After the drinking party ended, everyone returned to the hotel.

Gao Yuanyuan's suite was the largest, and the four of them squeezed into her room to continue drinking a second round.

The princess brought a bottle of red wine she bought at the airport, Na Ying opened all the beer in the hotel minibar, and Yu Feihong brewed a pot of tea for everyone to sober up.

They drank until late into the night, and the four of them were all staggering around.

The eagle lay on the sofa snoring, the princess leaned against the headboard with her eyes closed, unsure whether she was awake or drunk, Yu Feihong and Gao Yuanyuan sat side by side on the carpet, talking quietly, occasionally laughing, and sometimes talking about something sad, their eyes reddening.

At this moment, Wei Yi had just finished filming his last night scene and returned to the hotel.

He was busy on set all day. The chase scene was reshot from three different angles, and Wang Baoqiang's legs were trembling by the end.

He went to Gao Yuanyuan's room first.

He pushed open the unlocked door, and the scene before him left him speechless.

Four women were lying haphazardly in the living room.

The eagle lay sprawled on the sofa, snoring loudly.

Yu Feihong was slumped on the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table, her head resting on a cushion, her face still bearing traces of tears.

The princess was the most outrageous; she lay face down on the ground next to Gao Yuanyuan, with an empty wine glass beside her, the red wine stains spreading a small dark patch on the hotel carpet.

Gao Yuanyuan was curled up in a corner of the sofa, her clothes were wrinkled and her hair was disheveled.

Wei Yi stood at the door for a moment and sighed.

He walked up to the eagle, picked up the high heels she had kicked off and placed them next to the sofa. He then gathered up the collar of her floral shirt to cover her exposed shoulders.

The eagle rolled over, muttered "Another cup," and continued snoring.

Then he squatted down and gently nudged Yu Feihong.

"Sister Feihong." Yu Feihong opened her eyes groggily. Wei Yi said, "The floor is cold, go sleep on the sofa."

Yu Feihong hummed in agreement, and he helped her sit on the sofa. She tilted her head and leaned against the cushions, falling asleep again.

Finally, there was the princess.

He squatted down and looked at her for a while. The diva was sleeping on the ground without any regard for her image, and there was even a faint smile on her face.

The key issue is that a detail was missed.

He was torn between his conscience and his own, but in the end he held back and didn't reach out to touch it.

He picked up the princess and placed her on the other side of the sofa.

He tidied everyone's clothes, adjusted the air conditioning temperature, and poured three glasses of warm water, placing them on the table next to him.

It was too late, and the three women couldn't be woken up. He was also tired from filming all day and didn't bother to carry them back to their own rooms.

Let them sleep in the living room; the sofa is big enough anyway.

He picked up Gao Yuanyuan and carried her back to the bedroom in the suite.

When Gao Yuanyuan was put on the bed, she woke up briefly and asked him groggily if filming was over.

He said he had finished filming.

She then asked where her sisters were, and he said they were all asleep.

"I want to sleep too—" Gao Yuanyuan buried her face in the pillow.

"No, you're finally feeling better, finish up first before you sleep!"

Wei Yi lay down next to her and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Gao Yuanyuan smelled of a mixture of the astringent scent of red wine and the fragrance of gardenia shampoo.

She didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. "Go ahead and do your thing, I'll sleep."

An hour later, the princess woke up needing to urinate.

She rolled over and almost fell off the sofa, but managed to sit up by supporting herself on the cushions, her mind still foggy.

She squinted and crept into the bathroom. Just as she finished and came out, she heard a strange noise.

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The princess noticed the sound was coming from the master bedroom, where the door wasn't closed properly.

Gao Yuanyuan's voice was soft and drawn-out, a mournful little cry.

The princess stood at the bathroom door and glanced at her watch. It was 2:40 a.m.

She leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, her expression difficult to discern in the dim light.

The tips of the princess's ears began to turn red.

She tiptoed back to the sofa, and just as she lay down, she noticed that Yu Feihong was also awake. She was curled up on the sofa, her eyes wide open, her face flushed a deep purple.

The two exchanged a glance in the darkness, then simultaneously looked away, pretending not to have noticed that the other was also awake.

The living room lights were off, and moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery line across the carpet.

The two women stood frozen in their respective positions, listening to the intermittent sounds coming from behind the half-open door, neither of them uttering a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the master bedroom became quiet.

The princess turned over. Yu Feihong, on the sofa, also turned over. They still didn't say anything. But both of them knew that neither of them had slept that night.

The next day at noon, the eagle woke up because it was hungry.

She sat up from the sofa, rubbing her eyes, and saw that the princess and Yu Feihong were already dressed and sitting by the window drinking coffee. Both were unusually quiet.

"You're up so early? Where's Yuanyuan?" The eagle yawned.

"She's still sleeping," the princess said calmly. "Let her sleep; she was exhausted last night."

"Huh? Exhausted? You only had a little to drink." The eagle asked, puzzled. "Didn't we sleep together last night?"

The princess picked up her coffee cup but didn't answer. Yu Feihong lowered her head, the tips of her ears turning red again.

Na Ying glanced at the princess and then at Yu Feihong, feeling as if the two of them knew something extraordinary behind his back.

In the afternoon, Gao Yuanyuan finally woke up. When she appeared before everyone wearing Wei Yi's oversized white T-shirt, her face still had a lingering blush.

The eagle, watching her limping gait, finally realized what was happening: "You—you two last night—"

Yu Feihong picked up her coffee cup to cover her face.

The princess stood up, patted Gao Yuanyuan on the shoulder, and told her to take care of herself.

Gao Yuanyuan's face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck.

The eagle stood frozen in place, looking at Gao Yuanyuan, then at the princess and Yu Feihong, and suddenly felt as if it had missed out on a lot.

"What have the three of you been doing behind my back?! Why am I the only one who doesn't know?!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Over the next few days, the eagle noticed a strange phenomenon.

Every night at nine o'clock, the princess and Yu Feihong would return to their own rooms on time, and no matter how much she tried to pull them, they would refuse to go to Gao Yuanyuan's room to play mahjong again.

When asked why, one said she wasn't feeling well, and the other said she needed to go to bed early and get up early.

After searching for the two girls for two nights, the eagle got bored and simply went to bed early.

She slept very well, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, hearing and seeing nothing, and having a dreamless night until dawn.

One week later.

Bangkok Airport.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't want to leave yet.

Her best friends were leaving, and she stood outside the security checkpoint, her eyes red-rimmed.

The eagle held her tightly, muttering, "If you're ever wronged, just call me and I'll fly over right away."

The princess stood aside and said little, only remarking that he was not bad.

Yu Feihong didn't say anything, she just smiled gently beside her.

The eagle released Gao Yuanyuan, turned and glared at Wei Yi: "Little Wei, you'd better treat our Yuanyuan well. She's naive and easily fooled."

"Don't worry, sister," Wei Yi said earnestly, "I won't let her suffer any injustice."

The eagle nodded, unusually refraining from retorting.

She had observed this over time; although this young man was surrounded by many women, he was genuinely good to Gao Yuanyuan.

Even if it's late filming at night, I'll come back to be with her. During the days she had gastroenteritis, I specially asked someone to cook porridge for her.

More importantly, Gao Yuanyuan herself is happy.

"Alright, let's go." The eagle picked up its suitcase and walked towards the security checkpoint without looking back.

Princess Chong Gao Yuanyuan nodded slightly and turned to follow.

Yu Feihong was the last to leave. As she passed Gao Yuanyuan, she gently patted the back of her hand without saying anything.

The three women disappeared behind the security checkpoint. Gao Yuanyuan stood there for a long time, then turned and snuggled into Wei Yi's arms.

"They're all gone."

"Um."

"My sisters are so kind to me."

Wei Yi didn't speak, but tightened his arms around him.

That evening, in the hotel room, Gao Yuanyuan leaned on his shoulder watching TV when she suddenly blurted out, "That sister said if you wrong me, she'll come to Bangkok and beat you up herself."

"She can't beat me."

"And what about me? Would you have the heart to hit me?"

Wei Yi glanced down at her. Gao Yuanyuan looked up, her eyes sparkling, and asked very seriously.

"Why would I hit you?" he said. "I'll only hurt you."

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red, and she grabbed a cushion and threw it at his face.

"Can't you be serious for once!"

Wei Yi laughed and scooped her up along with the pillow.

Gao Yuanyuan struggled for a couple of seconds and then gave up, snuggling in his arms to continue watching TV.

The night sky of Bangkok seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, the lights of the cruise ships floated on the Chao Phraya River, and a Thai variety show that I couldn't understand was playing on the TV, with bursts of laughter.

Suddenly she whispered, "Actually—actually, I also like being with you."