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

10:00 AM.

The President's Office of Jinghua Film Academy.

Lin Yuan stood at the door.

He glanced at the doorplate.

He glanced at the notice in his hand again.

I've confirmed that I didn't go to the wrong place.

Then knock on the door.

"Enter."

Push the door open and go inside.

The first person Lin Yuan saw was the principal.

A second glance.

A few strangers.

There is a vice dean of the college.

There is a head of the directing department.

There was also a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged foreign man.

Upon seeing him, the other person stood up and extended their hand with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

Lin Yuan shook hands.

"Hello."

Then he turned to look at the principal.

His expression gradually turned serious.

"headmaster."

"Um?"

"Have I made any mistakes lately?"

The office was silent for a second.

Everyone was stunned.

The principal couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why do you ask that?"

Lin Yuan sat down and began to analyze the situation carefully.

In TV dramas.

"The principal suddenly called the students to his office."

"It's usually not a good thing."

The head of the directing department next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You're quite experienced."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"It's mainly because I see a lot."

"They have a relatively rich theoretical knowledge."

The principal shook his head.

"rest assured."

"This isn't a criticism of you."

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

"I've been quite busy lately."

"If I lose more credits, I'm afraid it will affect my chances of being selected as an outstanding college student."

The office fell silent again.

The vice president looked at him.

"You still want to be named an outstanding college student?"

Lin Yuan looked puzzled.

Why not?

"I didn't fail any courses."

"I also actively participate in art activities in my spare time."

The head of the directing department glanced at him.

"You call filmmaking an artistic practice?"

"certainly."

Lin Yuan said earnestly.

"And it's a large-scale practice."

"The kind that involves investing hundreds of millions."

"..."

in the office.

Several people fell silent at the same time.

That statement seems to make sense.

But something still feels off.

The principal smiled and shook his head.

turn on computer.

"I called you here because of this."

The screen turns around.

An email.

Title:

International Young Filmmakers Forum

International Youth Film Exchange Forum.

Lin Yuan glanced at it.

"forum?"

"Um."

"Just chatting?"

The head of the directing department twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"no."

"Although chatting is also necessary."

"But not the kind of chatting you're thinking of."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"clear."

"Something more upscale."

"Let's chat about movies while drinking coffee."

"almost."

The principal continued:

Location: France.

"Time: One month from now."

"The target audience is young directors under the age of thirty from all over the world."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"worldwide?"

"right."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

The principal looked at him.

"Because there is only one spot available for the Dragon Kingdom."

There was a pause.

"Your name".

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

"I?"

"right."

Lin Yuan looked down at himself.

"Was this sent to the wrong person?"

The people in the office fell silent again.

The vice dean couldn't help but ask:

Why do you think it was sent to the wrong person?

Lin Yuan answered seriously:

"Because this kind of list is usually..."

"It's not the kind of invitation we should give..."

He thought about it.

"A bit older."

"You have less hair."

"Does he seem to have the air of a master?"

Head of the Directing Department: "..."

headmaster:"……"

The foreign representatives couldn't help but laugh after hearing the translation.

"Mr. Lin, you are more interesting than I imagined."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"Thanks."

"Although I don't know if this is a compliment or an evaluation."

The principal opened another document.

It contains feedback after the overseas release of "Initial D".

Do you know why the international film industry has started paying attention to you?

Lin Yuan thought for a moment.

"Because of box office revenue?"

The principal shook his head.

"no."

"Box office revenue is just a result."

"What really interests them is..."

The principal pointed to the documents.

"A young director from China."

"We made a movie with a racing culture background."

"But audiences in the US, Japan, and Europe can understand the boy's confusion and growth."

"They want to know."

"Why can a young man from the East tell a story that resonates with young people all over the world?"

The office quieted down.

Lin Yuan remained silent.

He looked at the comments on the screen.

the first time.

He realized it.

The things I did before.

It's no longer just about "filming the works you like".

Rather, it's between different cultures.

A bridge was built.

Leave the principal's office.

Lin Yuan had just stepped out of the teaching building.

The phone rang.

Incoming call:

Fei Zhao.

He answered the call.

"Feed".

On the other end of the phone.

Fei Zhao's first words:

"knew?"

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

How did you know?

Fei Zhao smiled.

"It's finally here."

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks.

"You knew all along?"

"Um."

"When?"

"When Initial D was released overseas."

Fei Zhao's voice was very calm.

"I knew this day would come."

Lin Yuan leaned against the railing.

Why?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then he said:

"Because your film proved something for the first time."

"What?"

"Stories know no borders."

"Domestic experience will prove you successful."

"foreign."

"Only then will it prove whether your story resonates with the world."

Lin Yuan looked at the campus in the distance.

Sunlight falls on the playground.

Students continued to come and go.

This moment.

He suddenly felt...

My own path.

It seems to be really starting to extend to even more distant places.

night.

Dormitory 602.

Zhou Zixuan is playing a game.

I heard the door open.

He didn't even look up.

"You're back?"

"Um."

"Why did the principal want to see you?"

Lin Yuan placed the invitation on the table.

"Let me go abroad."

The keyboard clicks stopped.

All three people turned their heads at the same time.

"foreign?"

Zhou Zixuan sat up straight.

Which foreign country?

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"That's a question you asked."

"How many more are there overseas?"

Zhou Zixuan thought for a moment.

"Too."

"The main problem is that what you're doing right now is outrageous."

Qian Zhuangzhuang put down the snacks in his hand.

"how long?"

"About half a month."

Qian Zhuangzhuang visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Yuan frowned.

"What kind of expression is that?"

Qian Zhuangzhuang said earnestly:

"That's alright."

"What's wrong?"

"No one's fighting over the steamed buns in the cafeteria anymore."

Lin Yuan:

"..."

Zhou Zixuan slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter.

"Zhuangzhuang, aren't your life goals a little too stable?"

Qian Zhuangzhuang shook his head.

"Isn't stability good?"

Others pursue their dreams.

"I'm particular about breakfast."

"They are all pursuits."

Chen Mo sat down next to him.

A brief addition:

He has a point.

Zhou Zixuan remained silent.

"Why were you even convinced by him?"

I laughed for a while.

Zhou Zixuan suddenly fell silent.

Looking at Lin Yuan.

"Brother Yuan."

"Um?"

Have you noticed?

"You're becoming less and less like a typical college student."

Lin Yuan was puzzled.

"What's different about it?"

Zhou Zixuan began to count.

"Others spend four years in college."

"Attend class."

"take an exam."

"fall in love."

"Looking for a job."

"You spent two years in college."

"Writing books, singing, making movies."

"Now I'm getting ready to travel abroad to attend a film exchange event."

Done.

The dormitory quieted down.

Lin Yuan thought about it seriously for a moment.

"..."

"Looking at it this way..."

"I am indeed quite busy."

Zhou Zixuan:

"Isn't your reaction a little off?"

Lin Yuan:

"What should I do?"

"Want to cry?"

Zhou Zixuan:

"At least be shocked."

Lin Yuan shook his head.

"No time."

I have class tomorrow.

The three people: "..."

really.

It's still the same Lin Yuan.

Qian Zhuangzhuang suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, right."

"Brother Yuan."

"Um?"

When will Dragon Raja 2 be updated?

Lin Yuan paused.

"..."

Zhou Zixuan immediately perked up.

"right."

"They're urging us online every day now."

"Especially Chu Zihang."

"Many readers are waiting for the next part of the story."

Qian Zhuangzhuang said earnestly:

"And I think the area around the dragons is pretty good."

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"You bought it?"

Qian Zhuangzhuang nodded.

"I bought a Seven Deadly Sins keyboard before."

Zhou Zixuan was shocked.

"When did you become so rich?"

Qian Zhuangzhuang remained silent.

Installment payment.

Zhou Zixuan:

"..."

Chen Mo:

"Reasonable."

Lin Yuan returned to the table.

turn on computer.

In my email.

A new email.

From the International Youth Film Exchange Forum.

annex:

List of directors attending the conference.

Lin Yuan opened it casually.

My gaze swept over it.

It suddenly stopped.

A name.

Michael Anderson.

Famous American director.

He was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Director.

But in recent years.

His work has fallen into a slump.

The information is at the end.

There is a note:

—Looking for the next truly moving work.

Lin Yuan stared at that sentence.

There was a few seconds of silence.

I don't know why.

In my mind.

A word suddenly came to mind.

It's not a movie.

It's not an award.

Not box office figures.

It's a very simple thing.

hope.