However, it was said that Qian Kuigang, a professor at Nortel's directing department, was responsible for reviewing the final works of freshman students.

For the freshmen who have just come in and studied for half a year and have only been exposed to a little theoretical knowledge, Qian Kuigang does not have too many expectations. I think it's also some casual videotapes, but in the spirit of teaching and educating people, Qian Kuigang still watched them one by one.

These video works, which are as long as an hour and as short as ten minutes, really have nothing that catches his eye.

All aspects are very immature, and the actors' acting skills, directing techniques, and color use in many video contents, Qian Kuigang wants to find some advantages, but he finds it difficult.

"Hey, there's a DVD here?" Qian Kuigang picked up the DVD and saw that it was labeled, it was a freshman Zhang Tan's work.

"It turned out to be Tan Zhang's."

Of course Qian Kuigang knew this student, to be honest, there were few teachers in the school who didn't know Zhang Tanzhen. This is the most famous writer in China today, although martial arts has a relatively low status in literature, Zhang Tan and Yu Qiuyu and other literary giants, there is no way to compare, but fame is not purely based on literature.

Zhang Tan, born in the 80s, is a real household name writer and a leader of the young generation. This is a student that Nortel can be proud of, and Qian Kui just doesn't know it.

But to be honest, Qian Kuigang doesn't think that if Zhang Tan's novels are well written, he can be a good director. He felt that Li Xiangshu, the vice president and director of the directing department, strongly advocated the recruitment of Zhang Tan purely for Zhang Tan's fame.

Zhang Tan's own directing talent is not worth mentioning.

"During the art exam, his test paper was miserable, and the film was appreciated. It will only be rhetorical and will not get to the point. Qian Kuigang put the DVD into the machine. Waiting for the play, while thinking of it in my mind. "And when I was in class, I listened to the lectures quite seriously, but I took too many leave, and I didn't find that he had a talent for directing."

In his heart, Qian Kuigang disagrees with Zhang Tan as a director.

Is directing something that a person can do casually?

Can you make a movie if you write well?

Isn't that funny.

Sometimes, seeing Zhang Tan, a student who is less than 20 years old, widely reported on the news, Qian Kuigang is still a little jealous and resentful. Novels written by teenage children. How can he be so sought after, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" he casually flipped through.

I didn't think it was written very well, half-written, and it was dry and unliterary to read.

"It's all blown up." Sometimes Qian Kuigang thinks so much in his heart.

But I can only think about it, not to mention the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the TV series adapted from it alone has swept half of Asia, and the entire East Asian and Southeast Asian circles have basically blown the trend of Condor shooting. This is an indelible fact.

I can't help Qian Kuigang not admit that the other party is indeed talented.

"It is said that the script of "Shooting the Condor" was written by him himself?"

"Maybe it's a gimmick, bearded man......"

Because he didn't have much to expect from the content in the DVD, Qian Kuigang leaned back in his chair very casually. Waiting casually and imaginatively.

After a moment of waiting, the DVD finally turned on the screen.

The moment the picture lit up, Qian Kuigang saw the first one to appear. It turned out to be Zhang Tan himself.

"This kid can act?"

Qian Kuigang wanted to laugh at Zhang Tan's lack of business.

It's too late to laugh though, because the pace in the picture is too fast.

TV screen. I saw that in the black picture at the beginning, the words "I learned to play the guitar" flashed. The camera flashes back. The door opened a crack, Zhang Tan stretched his head in, the camera switched to the room, a frustrated man holding a guitar and pretending to be forced, and two beautiful women sat in front of him, looking at him affectionately.

The narrator speaks so fast that you can't hear it clearly unless you listen carefully: "At a birthday party, a guy was playing guitar in the room. ”

As soon as the narration ended, the two girls said together in a worshipful tone, "Wow, you play so well." ”

The narrator continues: "I thought to myself that one day I would be able to hear ...... with my own ears"

The camera switched, and the person holding the guitar had become Zhang Tan.

It's still those two beauties, still the same affectionate gaze, adoring tone: "Wow, you play so well." ”

Immediately, the camera is changed again, and the narration resumes.

"So I borrowed a guitar from Chen Li."

In the picture, it seems to be the Four Seasons Hall, and Chen Li handed over a guitar.

Narrator: "He told me a string was missing. ”

The narrator continues: "But that string doesn't work. ”

seems to be advancing the plot according to the narration, Chen Li really said: "There is a string missing, but that string is useless......"

"Wait, wait, wait." Qian Kuigang hurriedly stretched out his hand to pause the DVD, feeling that his eyes were a little flowery, what kind of thing was this, I didn't understand it at all, and N shots passed.

Qian Kuigang decided to start over again.

……

In the girls' dormitory, Susa also watches DVDs on the computer, the computer she bought is a desktop computer, and the main chassis has a DVD player.

At this time, the old ladies in the Northeast, white T-shirts, and another girl with a ponytail, a total of four people, were sitting in front of the computer, ready to watch Zhang Tan's film.

is the same as Qian Kuigang's feeling, in the previous plot, the four of them only watched one screen switch, and the plot was really not connected. Such a fast speed of speech, such a fast camera switch, this is the first time I have seen it in my life, and I haven't adapted to this rhythm.

"That's too fast, isn't it fast-forwarding?" The old ladies in the Northeast are a little baffled.

Susa also felt that it was a little faster, but after all, she had heard Zhang Tan say that this was a fast transition: "The inspector said that he wanted to shoot a short film with more personality and characteristics, and this transition rhythm should be deliberate." ”

The ponytail girl complained: "Ouch, I didn't even see the subtitles, so it passed all at once, Sasha, go back and watch it again." ”

"Okay."

Susa pulls the clip to the beginning and starts playing back.

This time, the four girls all looked at it more seriously, for fear of missing the details.

In the short film.

Chen Li handed the guitar to Zhang Tan and said that a string was missing. That string didn't do much.

Narrator: "I believed him. ”

Zhang Tan held the guitar at home and began to practice.

Narrator: "I started flipping through the guitar textbooks. Learn fingering from a book. ”

A prominent caption appears next to the screen: "Learn guitar skills." ”

The narrator continues: "But I always go to read some martial arts novels. ”

Zhang Tan picked up "The Four Famous Catchers Against the Cold" and watched it with relish.

Soon, a set of six copies of "The Four Famous Catchers Against the Cold" moved from left to right. The speed of turning a book is comparable to that of the wind.

Narrator: "I've read a whole series of martial arts novels, but I don't know how to play the guitar yet. ”

The camera switched, and Zhang Tan picked up the guitar again.

Narrator: "One day I decided to get serious. ”

Guitar jingle.

Conspicuous subtitles reproduce: "Guitar Skills Level 1." ”

Narrator: "I don't play well. ”

I changed my clothes and continued to play, and the guitar also clanged.

Conspicuous subtitles: "Guitar Skills Level 2." ”

Narrator: "Later, I still didn't play well. ”

I changed my clothes again and continued to play, but the guitar still clanged.

Conspicuous subtitles: "Guitar Skills Level 3." ”

Narrator: "After a while, I still can't play well. ”

The narrator continues: "So I remembered. Chen Li told me that everything was useless. ”

Chen Li said: "Going to college? That's not going to work at all. ”

Chen Li pushed the bicycle and said, "Ride my bike, the brakes are broken, but that thing is useless." ”

Chen Li looked at Zhang Tan's eyes: "You have a bag on your eyelids?" You don't need to go to the doctor, it's useless. ”

The narrator sounded just right: "After dealing with the cyst in my eye, I felt like I needed to buy another string." ”

Zhang Tan tied a guitar string and played a note.

Narrator: "Much better......"

The conspicuous subtitle reappeared: "Learn Guitar Skills Version 2.0." ”

The pictures on the computer screen are changing rapidly, and the narration is also wave after wave. There is no time to care about it at all, so I can only follow the rhythm of the short film, looking at the picture without blinking, and the subtitles. If you don't read the subtitles. The four girls couldn't guarantee that they would understand what was being said.

But even if they were staring at the screen without blinking, the four of them still felt so busy. One will have to watch the subtitles, and the other will have to look at the picture. I'll have to look at that skill bar later.

And it's going on synchronously, I saw this and lost that.

"It's the first time I've found out that watching a film can be so busy." Susa was amazed by this type of style. made a small mistake in her heart, and when she came back to her senses, there was a plot that floated by like this, and she lost it.

Busy to gather your mind and concentrate on watching.

The video continues.

“…… It's a lot better, but I have to learn it again, and one day I went to the forum and I found that I could pick up girls as long as I learned four chords. ”

“DO。”

"Guitar Skills Version 2.0 Level 1."

“SO。”

"Guitar Skills Version 2.0 Level 2."

“LA。”

"Guitar Skills Version 2.0 Level 3."

"And MI."

"Guitar Skills Version 2.0 Level 4."

"I practice relentlessly."

"Guitar Skills Version 2.0 Level 5...... Level 6 ...... Level 7 ...... Level 8 ...... Level 9. ”

"I tried to play and sing at the same time."

"It's super difficult."

"It's like lying in bed reading martial arts novels, sit-ups to exercise, and memorizing English level 4 words at the same time."

Zhang Tan held "The Four Famous Catchers Against the Cold" with difficulty, and did half a sit-up, and his mouth was still struggling to recite: "How-you-doing? ”

Then he went to bed: "Bastard, this can't be done!" ”

Then the camera cuts to holding the guitar and shouting, "Bastard, this can't be done!" ”

"I wanted to give up, but I didn't, because I found that the richest thing for me was time."

"I've been practicing guitar all year long."

Zhang Tan sat on the sofa, and the window behind him just happened to see almost the room in the opposite building. The light outside the window was constantly changing, and soon heavy snow fell.

Zhang Tan is still practicing his guitar on the sofa, and it is getting smoother and smoother.

The subtitles in the conspicuous place show that the level of guitar skills continues to improve, jumping from level 10 to level 50 soon, and from level 50 to level 100.

The guitar is playing more and more smoothly, and the sound is getting more and more exciting.

Outside the window, the university has stopped, and gradually there are flowers and potted plants, and spring is full of joy. When the guitar level evolved to level 125, the conspicuous subtitles suddenly changed to "Guitar Skills 2.0 Full Level", and the sunlight outside the window shone in and sprinkled on Zhang Tan's face, extremely focused.

His guitar reached its most passionate moment, and suddenly, it came to an abrupt end.

Made a fist-clenched uplifting pose.

……

In front of the computer.

The breathing rate of the four girls watching seems to be accelerating with the short film, and they are constantly holding their breath. When the guitar stopped, the four girls let out a long sigh of relief.

There was a vague feeling of blood boiling. (To be continued.) )