Today's state is not good, cold hanging bottle, only one chapter, forgive me, ask for recommendation votes)

Just when the limerick poem was circulating on the Internet, the protagonist of our incident was sitting in a lecture hall at the Modu Drama Academy.

Ye Chen sat in a row of seats in the back row, and the rows in front of him were all rows of black pressed heads.

On the podium of the lecture hall, a long table sat a dozen or so glamorous, pot-bellied, or meticulous people, both men and women, almost all of them old.

Above the beam of the lecture hall, there is a red banner - "Warmly welcome all students who come to our school to participate in the summer camp".

It turned out that sitting in the audience was a group of students from major art colleges and universities across the country. The purpose of their coming to the Modu Academy of Arts is to participate in the summer camp of the university, hoping to be favored by the tutors here, so that they can step up and enter the Modu Drama Academy, a well-known art university in the country.

Of course, not everyone can come to the summer camp, and you must first have the qualification to protect your school. And to obtain this qualification for parole, you can only be in the top few in your major, a person at the level of a scholar. 、

It's hard to say about other schools, anyway, the top two in Ye Chen's major are eligible for parole, but it's hard to say where they can be guaranteed. I heard from the counselor that most of the students who were on parole in the past were ordinary colleges, and only a very small number of them could enter 211 and 985 key colleges. Because like people, schools are also divided into classes, such as 211, these key colleges and universities tend to recruit schools of the same level or better than it, and there are very few ordinary first-class students, not to mention weaker second-class colleges.

The exam results of the second semester of his junior year came out in early July, and Ye Chen checked the results on the school's personal website, and his total score was still the first in the whole major, and he was eligible for school bail.

Before that strange thing happened to him, he had thought about which school to study and protect, and Modu Jiaotong University was the one he liked. But now that the flowers are not flowers and fogs, he really wants to enter the Magic Capital Drama Academy and study film and television choreography and directing. After all, what he had in his head was a precious spiritual treasure......

Today is the first day of the summer camp, and in the morning, the Modu Drama Academy has arranged for a group of students to take them to the summer camp to visit the school, what school hall of fame, the opera stage, the library, the school history museum and other places, it is also quite interesting.

In the afternoon, a meet-and-greet meeting will be held in this lecture hall, and the tutors of various faculties will make introductions to relevant majors on the podium.

Ye Chen majored in Chinese language and literature, and he could barely match the major of screenwriting, but what he wanted to study was directing, although the two majors were somewhat related, but they were also unrelated, and the difficulty could be imagined.

Ye Chen also knew that it was a bit unrealistic, but he had a good mentality, with the attitude of giving it a try, anyway, it took half a month to score the music of "Smiling Proud Jianghu", and "Sea of Clouds" was still early to end, so he had nothing to do, so he came.

The lecture began for an hour and a half, and the instructors of all the faculties had already been introduced, and then the students spoke and asked questions.

In order to ask questions, this group of students all vied with each other to speak, and they all looked polite when they spoke, so that people couldn't pick out half a thorn. There are also people who didn't think about the problem well, so they snatched the microphone first, causing a lot of disdain.

When Ye Chen saw this tomb, he smiled slightly, this group of people didn't want to leave a good impression in front of the mentor and add impression points to themselves. This feint is human nature and understandable.

Instead, a strange idea suddenly popped into Ye Chen's mind, if this scene appeared in a university class, then the teacher would be very happy. Obviously, though, this is not possible.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh, and continued to watch the gang of people in front of him ask one normal or abnormal question after another.

"Teacher Xie, hello, I am studying acting, if I am a graduate student in your school, do I have any chance to take on the play!" asked a girl from the acting department with long hair.

"Teacher Wang, hello, I am a student of the Music Department of Wuhan Conservatory of Music, is there a teacher in the Music Department of your college who specializes in erhu?" As soon as this question came out, many people laughed, even Ye Chen was no exception. Didn't you hear that the talented people in the music department like to play some Western instruments, such as guitar and piano, they are high enough to chase girls. Young people generally like to pull the erhu, if you want to pull it, it's also a girl.

After about a few dozen people asked questions, no one on the field raised their hands for a while.

"Okay, since" Seeing that no one was asking, the host was about to conclude when a boy near the back row suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him.

This person is Ye Chen!

The host walked quickly to the back row and gave the microphone in his hand to Ye Chen.

"I'm sorry, I have a question!" Ye Chen took the microphone and apologized for interrupting the host, and then said to a man in his thirties on the podium: "Teacher Zhang, hello, is there any professional restriction on the film and television director major?"

The man's surname is Zhang, he is a tutor in the directing department, he has a mediocre appearance, and he has always had a straight face, as if everyone who is a director is like this.

The man's face was still unwavering, and he said bluntly: "It stands to reason that there are no professional restrictions, and many famous directors are halfway through...... But if you want to apply to our directing department, you must have your own original film and television works, do you have them?"

"No!" Ye Chen knew that there was still this condition, so he had to answer helplessly.

"If you don't have it, you can't do it, this is the rule! What kind of profession are you?" the man replied with a straight face, very stiffly, and he didn't even bother to say a word.

"Chinese language and literature!" Ye Chen knew that he was probably out of play, but he was not discouraged, he had already prepared in his heart.

As soon as Ye Chen's words came out, some people couldn't help laughing, how could a person with a pen think of becoming a director.

"This classmate, since you are majoring in Chinese language and literature, you should come to our screenwriting department, why did you go to Mr. Zhang, this span is a bit big!"

On the podium, a middle-aged woman with red glasses smiled and teased, causing a burst of laughter below.

And Ye Chen was not embarrassed, he didn't answer, he just smiled faintly, handed the microphone to the host and sat down

Time flashed and a day passed.

In the early morning of the next day, as Zhao Wenqiang's drama sounded, Ye Chen opened his hazy eyes.

According to the usual practice, Ye Chen opened his personal blog, swiped the comments, and found that the previous debate was still continuing, and those trolls were like tireless, and Ye Chen, who was not fully awake, felt inexplicably bored in his heart.

In a fit of annoyance, Ye Chen didn't bother to go out for a morning run, got up and took out a bamboo flute from under the desk drawer, and walked to the windowsill.

The early morning sun mischievously crept into the room through the window, and the lush bamboo forest outside the window swayed in the breeze.

Putting the bamboo flute to his mouth, Ye Chen's mood at this time also calmed down inexplicably.

The lips moved slightly, and a long rhythm flowed out of the bamboo flute, floating through the window, floating out of the window, mixed with the sound of bamboo leaves, quiet and far-reaching.

The sound of the flute is as crisp as the tinkling of spring water, then as graceful as the flowing water of a small stream, and finally as fierce as the rushing of a big river.

Outside the room, in the bamboo forest.

Zhao Wenqiang, who practiced opera, Sun Lao and his wife who played Tai Chi, people who practiced in the morning from nearby residents, and couples who walked in the bamboo forest in the early morning, all heard the sound of the flute swirling in the wind

Zhao Wenqiang, who was practicing the play, stopped the orchid sound;

Mr. and Mrs. Sun, who were doing Tai Chi, stopped what they were doing;

Walking in the bamboo forest, there are couples who talk and laugh and can't help but stop. Standing in the bamboo forest and quietly listening to the sound of the flute;

The people nearby also unconsciously stopped what they were doing, and turned their ears in the direction from which the sound of the flute came;

As if by magic, even time stopped, and only the movement of bamboo leaves and laughter in the wind could be heard.

The sound of the flute sounded, and everyone was shocked!