Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: This Top Star Has Real Achievements

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

When the busy signal came on, Li Xiang was still standing there, holding his phone, stunned.

The main problem was that Uncle Wang's outpouring of information was so overwhelming that his mind was a jumbled mess, and it took him a long time to sort it out.

My parents took my younger brother to Uncle Wang's parents' house, while I was left at school.

Uncle Wang's phone call clearly showed he was treating him like a child, comforting him while subtly paving the way for his future.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have directly approached Chef Xiao. With such a big name, their intentions couldn't be clearer.

"Tsk, the hearts of parents are all the same..." he muttered to himself, a strange weight pressing down on his heart.

It now seems that his parents' trip to Beijing was also to rekindle their old friendship and build connections for him, and he was very touched by their thoughtfulness.

When he came to his senses, he had already subconsciously picked up his backpack and was moving towards the dormitory door.

Stepping out of the dormitory building, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground...

The sight made him a little dizzy. No wonder his parents wore sunglasses; it wasn't just for show.

Shaking his head, he put aside the thoughts that he hadn't fully processed for the time being and decided to head over to the teaching building first.

After all, it was something Uncle Wang specifically instructed us to do, so we couldn't keep people waiting—and most people in the industry are very particular about this.

Fortunately, the school wasn't very big, and it only took a few minutes to walk to the front of the teachers' building.

The doorway was empty and no one had come yet, so Li Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and obediently stood not far away to wait, but his eyes couldn't help but look around.

Everyone says you're admiring the scenery, but those admiring the scenery are also admiring you.

The warm sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on his simple white shirt, which accentuated the sharp lines of his profile, making it look as if it had been sculpted by a knife.

Coupled with the curiosity of a newcomer gazing into the distance, and a hint of barely perceptible confusion in his eyes, he exuded an indescribable sense of story.

Huang Lei happened to witness this scene when he came out of the teachers' building.

Perhaps it was a habit from being a teacher, or perhaps it was an unconscious act, but I took out my phone, snapped a picture from a distance, and then went around to the north side to take another one.

He then put away his phone and strode towards Li Xiang.

Li Xiang naturally saw the person walking towards him, and quickly stepped forward to greet him, then bowed slightly: "Hello, Teacher Huang, I am Li Xiang, a freshman this year."

This polite gesture pleased Huang Lei, who patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good lad, your teacher is very impressed with you."

Li Xiang smiled and asked, "Is it because of the rankings?"

"Haha, you're quite direct. But that's not entirely true."

You were in great form during the exam, relaxed and natural. I didn't expect you to have the same energy off-screen, which makes you even more impressive.

"That's great. Don't be shy. From now on, we're all part of the Beijing Film Academy."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Li Xiang said half-jokingly, "They say that a master and his student are like father and son. In front of a teacher, there's no need to be so formal."

Huang Lei was even happier to hear this.

He debuted early and has been in the industry for many years, so his eye for talent has become very sharp.

Although one may not be able to see through a person's potential at a glance, one can always sense whether a person has that potential after getting to know them.

In his eyes, Li Xiang was like a piece of gold that could not be hidden, destined not to be buried.

With the added connection of his master photographer uncle, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he has firmly established himself in the industry.

It's always good for him to have met such a promising talent and to have formed a positive connection with him.

Moreover, Li Xiang's words were quite insightful, acknowledging the teacher-student relationship while also displaying a cleverness that suited his taste perfectly.

"No wonder your Uncle Wang said you were a mischievous monkey; looking at you today, he was right." Huang Lei shook his head with a smile, then gave him a playful push on the back.

"Come on, let me show you around the building first, so you can get familiar with the place. If you need anything, just come find me anytime. If I'm not here, you can ask another teacher."

This affectionate pushing and shoving gesture clearly shows that he has genuinely accepted this student.

Li Xiang didn't hesitate and followed him into the building. The two chatted as they climbed the stairs, as if they had known each other for a long time.

When they arrived at the office door, Li Xiang hesitated for a moment and let Huang Lei push the door open and go in first.

The other teachers in the room were puzzled when they saw him return: "Weren't you going to pick up Old Wang's nephew? You're back already?"

"He's outside, I've brought him up." Huang Lei stepped aside to make room and called out to the door, "Come in."

He then turned to his colleagues and said, "I was thinking of letting you meet him too. Old Wang has already asked, so please keep an eye on him. This kid is definitely a good prospect."

Upon hearing this, the teachers in the office became interested, since many of them had only heard the name but had never met the person in person.

As Huang Lei called out, Li Xiang strode in.

Everyone who saw him secretly praised him: This young man is so clean-cut, with handsome features, yet he doesn't have that glaring sharpness; he's just pleasant to look at.

The professors at the Beijing Film Academy, who have seen countless handsome men and beautiful women and are usually very discerning, all tacitly agreed on the term "good prospect" at this moment.

After all, it's an old tradition; in this school, having a pleasing face is already a head start over others.

Huang Lei pulled him to the center of the office and introduced him to everyone with a smile: "Come on, let me formally introduce you. This is Li Xiang, a freshman in our performing arts department this year."

As he spoke, he first pointed to a middle-aged man with a refined and scholarly demeanor wearing gold-rimmed glasses:

"This is Professor Chen Bing, your class's homeroom teacher and a senior professor in the acting department. You'll have to learn from him from now on."

Huang Lei then pointed to a capable-looking female teacher next to him: "This is Ms. Ma Xiaojing, the homeroom teacher of Class Two. Don't let her young age fool you, Ms. Ma has a real knack for training actors."

Your two classes often combine classes, so you'll have a lot of opportunities to interact in the future.

He then turned to a gentle-looking woman wearing a pearl earring, his tone becoming more casual: "You should know this teacher by now, right?"

Haha, you're lucky to be here at the right time. Teacher Xu only started teaching formally this year, mainly lecturing on performance theory and social practice courses. You should learn from her.

Finally, Huang Lei turned to a composed woman: "This is Vice Dean Xu Xiaodan. You'd better pay close attention to her classes from now on."

Throughout the introductions, Li Xiang maintained a natural smile, and each greeting was clear and forceful.

Faced with the teachers' scrutinizing or gentle gazes, she was neither overly solicitous nor showed any stage fright, and she could chat with anyone.

After a few greetings, the atmosphere in the office gradually relaxed, and the teachers even exchanged knowing glances among themselves.

He has a steady and reliable demeanor, which suggests he's someone who can keep his composure. Old Wang really made the right choice in promoting him this time.