Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

8:10.

In front of the teaching building.

Gu Zhiwan came from another path, carrying her textbooks.

She was dressed simply today, in a light-colored short-sleeved shirt and jeans, with her burgundy long hair casually draped over her shoulders. She lacked her usual aggressive and flamboyant style, and instead exuded a refreshing charm.

She spotted Lin Yuan at a glance.

After all, it's hard to see.

The surrounding students' eyes were like searchlights, all focused in one direction.

Gu Zhiwan slowed her pace.

When the trending topic broke last night, she stared at her phone for a long time.

Old scoundrel of Mount Akina.

"Zhu Xian"

Murder on the Orient Express.

Dragon Raja.

"The Rural Teacher"

These works, which have once sparked countless discussions, arguments, emotions, and even sleepless nights, all originated from the same person.

This person would often bicker with her, would seriously say that she was suitable to play a femme fatale who brought ruin to the country, and would also sing with a guitar on the beach.

She knew Lin Yuan was very capable.

But it wasn't until last night that she realized for the first time—

This person is heading towards a farther place at a speed that no one can catch up with.

Gu Zhiwan pursed her lips.

The hand that was about to be raised paused for a moment.

Just then.

Lin Yuan had already walked towards her.

"What are you looking at?"

Gu Zhiwan snapped out of her daze: "Look at the big star."

Lin Yuan looked around and asked, "Where?"

"..."

Gu Zhiwan was amused by his serious demeanor: "Keep pretending, keep pretending."

"I really didn't see it."

"You can donate your eyes if you don't need them anymore."

Lin Yuan handed over the breakfast bag he was carrying: "Want some steamed buns?"

Gu Zhiwan glanced at it.

"Did you buy this for me?"

"It was given to me by the cafeteria lady."

"..."

Gu Zhiwan rolled her eyes: "Someone else gave it to you, and you're just giving it to me?"

"What do you mean by 'reselling'?" Lin Yuan corrected. "It's called rational allocation of resources. I can't finish it all, and you haven't had breakfast. It's a perfect match between supply and demand."

"Who said I didn't eat?"

"You walk a little slower than usual every time you skip breakfast."

Gu Zhiwan was taken aback.

Lin Yuan stuffed the bag into her hands: "Take it, Auntie gave me two. We can't waste the benefits of knowledge."

Gu Zhiwan looked down at the steamed bun in her hand, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a smile.

"So, should I thank that old bastard from Mount Akina?"

"You're welcome."

"Where's your face?"

"Such a handsome face, isn't it right here?"

Gu Zhiwan held back for two seconds, but couldn't help herself and kicked him.

Not far away.

A group of students watched this scene, their expressions gradually becoming blank.

"no……"

Did Gu Zhiwan just kick Lin Yuan?

"Yes."

"Lin Yuan is now a director with 4.2 billion yuan in box office revenue."

"He's also an old scoundrel from Mount Akina."

"so what?"

"So she's really brave."

A girl nearby murmured, "Is it possible that they were always close?"

The air became quiet.

Suddenly, a hint of gossip appeared in countless gazes.

……

The first lesson.

Audiovisual language.

Today, the classrooms are more packed than movie theaters during the Spring Festival.

The directing department originally had only eighteen students.

The back row, aisle, and doorway are now packed with people.

There were even a few acting students pretending to be serious and blending into the crowd.

When Lu Zhou entered the classroom, he visibly paused for a moment.

He glanced at the crowded classroom and then looked down to confirm the room number again.

"You didn't go to the wrong place."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Lu Zhou placed the lesson plan on the podium and adjusted his glasses.

"Students who didn't choose this course, please leave."

Nobody moved.

Lu Zhou looked towards the door: "I'll say it one last time."

A few seconds later.

The onlookers who had come to watch the commotion finally left reluctantly, glancing back at Lin Yuan before they went.

Lu Zhou opened the roll call list.

"Start taking attendance."

"Zhao Jing".

"arrive."

"Song Yu".

"arrive."

"Lin Yuan".

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

Lin Yuan raised his hand: "Here."

Lu Zhou looked up and stared at him for two seconds.

"You didn't ask for leave today?"

"Professor Lu, what are you saying?" Lin Yuan said innocently. "I have always been an outstanding college student who abides by the law and loves learning."

Someone in the back row couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lu Zhou asked expressionlessly, "Who took half a semester off last time because of filming a movie?"

"Artistic Practice"

"Who missed a day of class last time because of recording a song?"

"Professional field research."

"Who complained of stomach problems during final exam review week, only to be photographed at the airport?"

Lin Yuan remained silent for two seconds.

"The main problem that time was the bad airplane food, which definitely affected my stomach."

The classroom erupted in laughter.

Lu Zhou's lips twitched.

"sit down."

"Okay."

As soon as Lin Yuan sat down, Lu Zhou tapped on the podium again.

"There's one more thing."

The laughter gradually subsided.

Lu Zhou's gaze swept across the classroom, finally landing on Lin Yuan.

What they call you online is their business.

"Composers, directors, writers, all are welcome."

"But as long as you're still sitting here, you're still a student in the Directing Department of Jinghua Film Academy."

Homework is due.

"Attendance must be recorded."

"If you fail the exam, you can retake it."

The classroom fell silent for a second.

Zhou Zixuan was peeking through the back door when he heard this and almost burst out laughing.

Lin Yuan sighed.

"Teacher Lu."

"explain."

"I'm already a director with 4.2 billion yuan in box office revenue, can't I get a backdoor admission for a retake?"

"Can."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up.

Lu Zhou added casually, "I'll arrange for you to sit in the first row during the makeup exam, so the proctors can give you special attention."

"..."

The whole class burst into laughter again.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair and sighed softly.

"Indeed, the path of art is always full of obstacles."

"Be poor."

Lu Zhou picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote today's topic on the blackboard.

"Camera Movement and Narrative Space"

Turn to page thirty-two.

Classes have finally returned to normal.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and chalk scratched across the blackboard with a soft hissing sound.

Lin Yuan lowered his head and opened the textbook.

The phone on the table was still vibrating.

CCTV interview.

Invited by the publisher.

Collaboration with film companies.

Literary Association Symposium.

Invitation to an international film festival.

The messages kept coming in, as if they would never stop.

Lin Yuan glanced at it.

Turn off all.

Then look up and listen to the lesson.

after all.

No matter how lively it is outside, it can't affect his habit of getting by.

……

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Just as Lu Zhou closed his lesson plan, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared outside the door.

Vice Dean of the College.

The students who were about to leave the classroom immediately slowed down.

The vice dean glanced inside.

"Lin Yuan".

"exist."

"Pack your things and come with me."

Lin Yuan slung his backpack over his shoulder: "Where to?"

"Principal's Office."

Lin Yuan paused in his steps.

The surrounding students also quieted down.

"The principal wants to see me?"

"right."

The vice president looked at him with a complicated expression.

"In addition, there are a few other guests waiting for you."

"Who?"

The vice dean did not answer directly.

She simply pulled out an invitation with both Chinese and English printed on it from the folder and handed it to him.

At the top of the invitation is a line of eye-catching gold-embossed text.

Lin Yuan looked down.

His eyebrows slowly rose.