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

That afternoon, the other two roommates from room 104 also arrived one after another—Wang Haocheng and Gao Xuyang.

Li Xiang didn't have much of an impression of these two people. He guessed that after graduation, they might have gone on to work on the stage, or they might have stayed at the school to teach acting, or they might have switched to working behind the scenes.

But he didn't think too much about it. After all, he wasn't some kind of arrogant genius, so there was no need to put on airs. He threw out a few jokes and quickly became familiar with the two of them, and the dormitory began to liven up.

As for Yunlong, he didn't mention meeting Huang Lei and Xu Jinglei at noon, which shows he's a tight-lipped person. Li Xiang nodded secretly—this kind of personality is easy to get along with.

The next day, when the students from dormitory 104 strolled leisurely to the classroom, their class teacher, Chen Bing, was already waiting in front of the podium.

Once everyone was present, he didn't waste any time. He briefly explained the upcoming course schedule and precautions for military training, and then had everyone introduce themselves.

After all, there is a 15-day military training starting tomorrow, and now is not the time for serious lectures.

Li Xiang finally met several future female stars, especially Wei Yingluo and Wei Yanwan...

He truly never expected that these two Consort Lings were actually classmates, and that they both became famous because of a historical figure. It was truly amazing.

While Li Xiang was curious about others, little did he know that he had already become the focus of others' attention.

Especially when he sat quietly without speaking, his profile, bathed in the light from the window, exuded a languid air, which even Chen Bing noticed, prompting him to tap on the blackboard:

"Get your minds on it! Your major courses are what will help you make a living in the future. Don't get the priorities wrong and start thinking about romance as soon as you enter the school."

These words were like a pebble, creating ripples in the quiet classroom. Several students whose eyes kept drifting towards the opposite sex visibly stiffened, and their ears turned slightly red.

Everyone could tell who he was talking to. Seeing this, Chen Bing didn't say anything more and waved his hand: "That's enough. There's military training tomorrow, get some rest."

People were slowly leaving the classroom. Li Xiang huddled together with his roommates, while Gao Xuyang couldn't help but laugh.

"Our teacher is giving us a heads-up. Looks like our class is really good-looking."

Yunlong fiddled with his backpack strap and whispered, "Did he see someone pass him a note?"

Li Xiang raised an eyebrow but didn't reply, since it had nothing to do with him anyway.

The four roommates strolled around the campus a few times, arm in arm, before sneaking off to a small restaurant outside the school gate that had a sign that read "Home-style Dishes".

We ordered Mapo Tofu and Sweet and Sour Pork, clinked glasses with ice-cold beer, and officially "recognized each other," completely eliminating any awkwardness between us.

On the morning of the third day, the whistle for military training dragged everyone out of bed.

Contrary to what one might imagine—marching in formation on campus—they were taken by bus to a training base in the suburbs.

When they arrived, they discovered that Yunlong was practically a "god" on the military training field.

He was originally an athlete. He stood at attention without moving an inch and his marching was powerful and resounding. Even the instructor couldn't help but praise him, which attracted the frequent glances of the girls around him.

Standing in the line, Li Xiang looked at Yunlong's tall and straight back and silently shrank his neck.

Even after being reborn, he's still a lazy person at heart. Forget about developing a strong physique, he'll probably need an alarm clock to even do his morning exercises.

Besides, he knows that overly developed muscles would ruin his youthful image, and he's hoping to use his face to secure a debut opportunity, so there's no need for him to compete with others.

For someone like him who has lived a life of unparalleled success, acknowledging the excellence of others is no big deal.

He may be lazy, but he has a clear goal: to make money, lots and lots of money.

So while others practiced tactical crawling, he tried his best not to tear his clothes; during marches, he followed the main force at a steady pace; and during rest periods, he would find a shady spot to squat and cool off.

Occasionally, Yunlong would wink and make faces to encourage Yunlong, only to be met with a helpless and amused eye roll in return.

In addition, the other two people in the dormitory are not competitive.

Wang Haocheng, with a heavy regional accent, is working hard to improve his Mandarin. During breaks, he often practices quietly by himself, striving to make every pronunciation accurate.

Gao Xuyang, on the other hand, is a complete chatterbox. He can chat enthusiastically with anyone around him, talking about everything from astronomy and geography to everyday family matters.

The days of military training flew by in the monotonous slogans and repetitive movements, and before we knew it, it was over.

Over the past few days, both Li Xiang and Yunlong had vaguely sensed something was amiss.

At least some of the girls in the class looked at them with a different kind of gaze. But Li Xiangzhi wasn't there, so he could only pretend he hadn't noticed anything.

During training, he would stand still obediently, but during breaks, he would mingle with the boys and joke around, acting like a clueless, clueless young man.

During this time, Huang Lei and Xu Jinglei also called to express their concern, asking nothing more than casual questions like whether the military training was tiring.

When Li Xiang answered the phone, he didn't try to hide it from the people in his dorm. He answered in a very open and natural tone.

Wang Haocheng and Gao Xuyang listened from the side, exchanging knowing glances—it seemed Li Xiang had connections.

But that was all there was to it, and nobody took it to heart—after all, those who could get into the Beijing Film Academy were all proud and arrogant geniuses.

Your own abilities are there for you, and you earn your own opportunities, so there's no need to overthink this.

So everyone continued to act as usual, and still put their arms around Li Xiang's shoulder and called him "Old Li".

Studying is always a busy but tedious activity, at least that's how Li Xiang feels.

But compared to his classmates who were still confused about their future, he was indeed more goal-oriented and purposeful.

With his uncle's connections, the teachers in the department also paid more attention to him and kept a closer eye on him.

As time went on, he seemed to have a breakthrough in both theoretical knowledge and practical acting skills, and his progress was clearly visible.

At least in his own opinion, the speed was fast enough.

Time flies, and the first semester is almost over.

While the students were busy preparing for various course assessments, they were also making plans for the upcoming holiday in their spare time.

Just then, his elusive uncle finally returned.

When he received the call, Li Xiang was studying his notes for his major course. Hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, he immediately agreed, put on his coat, and went to find him.

Upon meeting him, Uncle Wang didn't rush to speak. Instead, he looked him up and down for a long time, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of satisfaction.

Finally, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's talk in the car."