Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

At noon on June 19, Bai Mengyan boarded a flight to Beijing.

When the plane landed, the weather in Beijing was completely different from that in Changzhou. The sky was high and clear, the air was dry, the sun was shining brightly, and the wind was even a little cool.

She dragged her luggage out of the terminal, where Zhang Xinyu's car was already waiting in the arrivals area.

"Mengyan, over here."

Zhang Xinyu quickly went to meet her and took a suitcase from her hand.

Bai Mengyan smiled and followed behind Zhang Xinyu, putting her luggage into the trunk.

As the car exited the airport expressway, Bai Mengyan looked down at her phone and saw Cheng Yixiao's Weibo post from yesterday. The young girl had taken Fengming Girl to Chengdu and took a photo on the plane with the caption "Business trip."

Bai Mengyan gave it a thumbs up and put her phone away.

Zhang Xinyu glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

"Are you tired? Let me take you back to the ocean to rest."

"I haven't reported to the company yet," Bai Mengyan said.

"Sister Lin Wei said that you should rest first after you come back and adjust your condition before seeing her."

Bai Mengyan thought about it and didn't insist anymore.

As the car entered the East Gate of Ocean Park, we could see several children running on the lawn by the lake in the distance.

Zhao Ning, wearing a pink dress, was chasing an orange ball, with Jing Chen running behind her. Jing An and Jin Yu were each led by one of Liu Yan's hands as they walked slowly along the boardwalk.

Bai Mengyan got out of the car. Zhao Ning saw her, turned around and rushed over, grabbing her leg.

"Sister Mengyan is back!"

Bai Mengyan squatted down and tucked Zhao Ning's wind-blown bangs behind her ears.

Jingchen also ran over, running so fast that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Bai Mengyan took out a wet wipe from her backpack, pulled one out, and wiped his sweat.

Fu Yibai wasn't home. Yang Rong said he went to the company early in the morning and would be back in the evening.

Bai Mengyan put her luggage in her small building, took a shower, changed into a clean T-shirt and shorts, and went to the main building to chat with the women.

Fu Yibai returned at dinner time. Bai Mengyan and Yang Rong were serving dishes in the kitchen. When she saw him enter, she put down the plate and walked over. Her steps were light, and the weariness in her eyes and brows had been replaced by the relaxation of returning home.

"Did you get your graduation certificate?" Fu Yibai asked.

"Got it."

Fu Yibai nodded and sat down at the dining table.

The meal wasn't very lively. Now, only Yang Rong and Liu Yan are left at home. Li Dabai went to film a few days ago, and Fan Binbin is not in the country at all.

After dinner, Fu Yibai and Bai Mengyan walked half a circle around the lake. The sky in the west was still tinged with a thin layer of red.

"Brother Yibai, have I learned something systematically since I came back this time?"

My previous trips to Beijing involved scattered acting classes at the company, which I always felt weren't solid enough.

"It's good that you have this attitude."

I had planned this for a long time.

Didn't I tell you before that I would arrange for you to attend the Beijing Film Academy's advanced training program after you graduate?

"Classes haven't started yet this year. I'll take you to see the department head tomorrow and talk to him so we can get you in."

Bai Mengyan paused, looked up at him, and asked, "The Beijing Film Academy's continuing education program?"

"It's a year-long course with a very tight schedule, covering everything from acting basics to on-camera practice."

Although you have some practical experience, your foundation is weak, so this is a good opportunity to improve it.

"Okay." Bai Mengyan nodded vigorously.

The next morning at 10 a.m., Fu Yibai took Bai Mengyan to the Beijing Film Academy.

The car drove directly to the front of the Performing Arts Academy building, and Fu Yibai had contacted the department head, Xie Xiaojin, in advance.

Fu Yibai led Bai Mengyan upstairs. The corridor was quiet. Occasionally, a few students would pass by, slow down when they saw him, and whisper "Director Fu".

Xie Xiaojin was waiting in the office. When they came in, he stood up and took two steps to greet them.

"Yi Bai is here! This must be the Bai Mengyan you were talking about?"

"Um.

Teacher Xie, let me briefly explain her situation to you.

Not formally trained, but has some practical experience. He participated in several months of training at my company and is very hardworking.

Xie Xiaojin looked Bai Mengyan up and down, then flipped through the documents she handed him, and nodded.

"His physical appearance is indeed good."

It's fine for her to transfer in, but her schedule needs to be filled out to make up for the gaps in her basic courses.

The performance class has morning practice, starting at 7 a.m. every day. If you live far away, the commute can be tiring.

"It's okay, I can get up," Bai Mengyan quickly said.

Xie Xiaojin smiled.

"That's good.

I'll have someone send the classroom and course schedule to your phone.

After leaving the Beijing Film Academy, Bai Mengyan sat in the car and looked at the class schedule that Xie Xiaojin had sent her three times.

The schedule was indeed very full, from Monday to Saturday, from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m. In addition to acting basics, lines, physical movements, and vocal music, there were also camera language and script analysis.

She sent screenshots of these courses to Lin Wei, along with a note.

"Sister Lin Wei, I've been accepted into the Beijing Film Academy's advanced training program. Thank you to the company for giving me this opportunity."

Lin Wei quickly replied: "Study hard, the company doesn't support idlers."

Bai Mengyan held her phone to her chest and looked up at the receding street scene outside the car window.

After the car drove out of the west gate of Beijing Film Academy, Fu Yibai asked Zhang Xinyu to drive the car to Sanlitun.

"I'll go buy you some clothes," Fu Yibai said.

Bai Mengyan was taken aback for a moment: "I have enough clothes to wear."

"The advanced training course is different from the regular course. You will be attending classes with students from Beijing Film Academy every day from now on, so don't dress too casually."

You can just wear those old T-shirts at home.

Bai Mengyan looked down at her T-shirt, then looked up at Fu Yibai, pouting in grievance.

Fu Yibai took her to a stylist's studio near Sanlitun. It had three floors and not many clothes, but each piece was from a reputable source.

He asked the stylist to pick out several outfits for Bai Mengyan to wear to class, along with two pairs of shoes and several skirts.

When Bai Mengyan tried on the third outfit, she came out of the fitting room, stood in front of the mirror, and paused for a moment in surprise.

Her outfit was very simple: a light gray oversized coat paired with skinny jeans and a white ribbed vest underneath. It was understated and comfortable, but it made her look clean and aloof.

Fu Yibai leaned back on the sofa next to him and glanced at the set: "This one is acceptable."

The stylist immediately made a note of it on the order form.

Bai Mengyan saw Fu Yibai's expression in the mirror, and the tips of her ears felt slightly hot.

After buying the clothes, the two had a simple lunch outside.

Fu Yibai had other things to do in the afternoon, so he asked Zhang Xinyu to take Bai Mengyan back to Yuanyang first.

As the car turned into the east gate, Bai Mengyan's phone rang. Lin Wei sent her several contract documents, which were the enrollment registration form for the Beijing Film Academy's advanced training program and a memo of the notices arranged for her by the company.

She opened each document carefully, and the more she looked, the more she felt that she was really about to start a different kind of life.

After arriving home, Bai Mengyan hung the newly bought clothes one by one in the walk-in closet.

She stood at the door of the walk-in closet for a long time.

After admiring the view, she turned around, went downstairs, left the villa, and went to the main building.