The birth of an actor

Chapter 45 Notification

"Your performance just now was quite good. Was it something you came up with on the spot?"

After the two came out of the audition room, Zhou Jie asked.

"Uh... yes."

Anxin nodded:
"Because there were no more lines. I was thinking, if it were Fu Ertai, how would he control his impulsive brother..."

"So you called me 'brother' first, but when you found it didn't work, you called me by my full name, making me understand that I am not just Fu Erkang, but also Fucha Fu Erkang. I am not just myself, but also the eldest son of the Fucha family, the son of Fu Lun?"

“Yes. Emotions develop in layers. I was worried for you at first, but once I saw you getting anxious, I had to calm down. We’re brothers, we have to complement each other. Then we progress from family ties, human relationships, filial piety, the relationship between ruler and subject… layer by layer.”

After receiving reassuring confirmation, Zhou Jie couldn't help but nod:

"This part is good. To be honest, if you hadn't done it this way, I wouldn't have known how to wrap up this scene."

As he spoke, a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

I thought this person was a complete novice, but now it seems I was wrong. So I couldn't help but ask:
"You just said you graduated from high school? Are you planning to apply to film school?"

"Uh... no, I've already filled out my college application. I applied to Renmin University, and being an actor is just... a hobby."

"……where?"

Zhou Jie was taken aback.

"Renmin University, Renmin University of China"

"...?"

Hearing An Xin's words, he was truly speechless, pointing to his feet:

"That Peking University, which isn't far from here?"

Relieved and happy:

"Otherwise, what other school shares the same name?"

"..."

Zhou Jie was utterly speechless.

So, this kid is actually a good student?
Although he graduated from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, while the Shanghai Theatre Academy is excellent in its field, its status is... incomparable to that of Renmin University.

That is the place where pillars of the nation are cultivated.

Tsk tsk.

Reflecting on this, he suddenly remembered something and said:

"Oh right, remember to memorize your self-introduction next time. You made mistakes just now, remember to correct them next time."

Anxin was taken aback.

"...What did I say wrong?"

Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, Zhou Jie reminded him:
You said you are 1.86 meters tall.

"...I am 1.86 meters tall."

Anxin looked puzzled, thinking to himself, "What are you talking about, bro?"

But Zhou Jie was even more speechless:

"I'm 1.81 meters tall, and you're 1.86 meters tall?"

As he spoke, he straightened up, and only after being reminded by him did An Xin realize that the other person was taller than her.

Ok?
Taller than me?
"..."

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly understood something, letting out a bitter laugh:
"Oh right, I'm 1.76 meters tall... I misspoke, thank you."

"Okay, it's nothing. I'll be going now. See you again sometime. Oh right, you need to work on your Mandarin."

As Zhou Jie spoke, he waved to him, picked up his schoolbag, and left on his own.

Anxin politely saw him off, but a hint of embarrassment crept onto her face.

What a blunder!

I need to find a height and weight scale with electronic fortune telling to measure my height in a bit.

As he was pondering this, he looked around but didn't see Fan Bing.

I don't know where they went.

Without asking any questions, he checked the time and, seeing that it was already past ten o'clock, simply picked up his backpack and went out.

The audition is now over.

Now we just have to wait for further notification.

and……

Mandarin...

He was a little confused.

I was thinking to myself, "Is my Mandarin not standard?"

Do you have an accent?
Wait a minute, my sister has an accent.

……

After leaving the Beijing Film Studio, he left a message for He Xiuqiong on his IC phone, telling her that the audition was over, but He Xiuqiong did not reply.

He didn't wait and rode his bike straight home.

Then I slept until night.

When he awoke again, the image of Voltaire in the mirror had vanished.

Looking at his inexplicably tired face, he touched it, picked up his schoolbag, and went straight out the door.

They then went to the performance training class to continue their studies.

After the course ended, he found Teacher Liu:

"Teacher Liu, I'd like to ask for advice. I want to practice my lines, especially my Mandarin accent. What should I do? What are some good starting points for this?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhizi replied without hesitation:

"Your accent is different from that of people from the North and South; it's a problem with the pitch scale of a Northeastern accent. To correct it, you need years of accumulation. I was originally planning to start teaching you dialogue after I finished teaching you the basic theory, but since you asked... well, go buy a tape recorder and some reading tapes. Read along with the tapes, record yourself as you read, and then listen to the differences. Read along with the tapes, and then read aloud for an hour every day. This way, you can gradually correct your pitch scale problem over many years."

He was naturally generous in giving guidance to An Xin, an extremely talented student.

After saying that, he thought for a moment and then simply said:
"Okay, when class starts the day after tomorrow, I'll bring you two study materials and a cassette tape. Those are the school's textbooks; you can take them home and use them first."

Anxin's expression brightened with joy:
"Thank you, teacher."

"Okay, go ahead, and head back early, it's getting late."

"Ok."

Watching Anxin's departing figure, Liu Zhizi felt a little regretful.

Talented and hardworking...

It's a pity I ended up at Renmin University.

……

Early on the morning of the 23rd, he appeared at the zoo clothing market on time.

Upon arrival, they spotted Fan Bingbing sitting on a large bag of clothes, applying makeup in front of a small mirror.

"...?"

"Hehe, good morning."

The girl flashed a bright smile and greeted him.

"...Auntie is gone?"

Seeing Liang Zi's inexplicably relieved expression, he asked.

"Yes. The train leaves at 2 a.m., hurry up, I'll finish it and draw it for you."

"I can do it myself."

Anxin said, taking out her cosmetics from the counter. At this moment, Liang Zi smiled and said:

“I feel at ease as soon as Bingbing comes back.”

"Hehe~ Sister Zi, don't worry, unless I go to film a movie, I won't go anywhere else, I'll just stick with you."

"Hahaha……"

Liang Zi and Li Jiahui both smiled.

In today's increasingly competitive modeling market, these two children remain in a league of their own. No matter what they wear, their image and charisma completely outshine everyone else.

With those words, the two of them felt completely at ease.

It was worth the extra four or five hundred yuan.

By the time the two finished their makeup, the mall was getting busier.

Before going on stage, the girl, wearing a bright blue fringed blouse, smiled and said to Anxin:

"Miss me?"

"what."

With a relieved smile, she stepped onto the stage.

The girl followed closely behind.

Zoo, your emperor is back!

……

"Ugh, so tired."

A little after ten o'clock, Fan Bing got on the motorcycle, nestled her head against An Xin's back, and yawned.

"I'll take a nap."

"Ah."

"Eh."

"What?"

"That woman who touched you today was so lewd."

"...Can we not talk about it anymore?"

"She's disgusting, why is she touching her crotch like that?"

"Can we stop talking about it?"

"You have such a good temper. If it were me, I would have lost my temper long ago."

"Go to sleep!"

"okay."

The girl responded, and just then, her hand, which was resting on Anxin's waist, felt a vibration.

"Your pager went off."

"Take a look for me."

"it is good."

She put her arm around Anxin's waist, took out her pager, glanced at the message, and read:
“It’s your grandfather’s: Grandson, call back, Grandpa.”

Anxin was taken aback, and just then she saw an IC phone booth on the side of the road and stopped the car immediately.

Fan Bing didn't get out of the car; she just leaned back on the seat and continued to yawn lazily.

Well.

The sunlight is really strong.

"Hey, village chief, is my grandpa over there?"

A few seconds later, An Daguo's voice rang out:

"Haha, don't worry, my acceptance letter has arrived!"

The old man's voice was full of excitement:

"It says... well, Anxin, congratulations on your admission to the School of Journalism at Peking University..."

Hearing his grandfather's words, having already experienced a period of excitement and relief in his previous life, he didn't feel any particularly strong emotional fluctuations, and simply replied:

"Isn't that great?"

"Well, are you coming back? The village chief said he's going to throw a banquet for you. And your school just called too, saying the county is going to hold a celebration for all of you college students who got into university..."

“…I can’t go back for the time being.”

Having participated in those kinds of formalistic gatherings in his previous life, Anxin naturally had no interest in them.

His only worry right now is about his dormitory assignment.

There were many talented people in his dormitory in his previous life, and the reason he was able to learn about the investment circle back in 98 and 99 was because he was taken by his dormitorymates to participate in such events.

However... it doesn't matter, he remembers the date and time of his report.

Besides, university dormitories are assigned.

As long as I don't do anything reckless... there shouldn't be a big problem.

"I just finished an audition and I'm off to film a movie."

The tricks of exaggeration he learned from girls were clearly very useful. Upon hearing this, An Daguo said:
"I see... Alright then, I'll discuss it with the village chief. This notice..."

"Just have someone bring it to me."

"Alright, then I'll have Huai'an take it to you. Do you have enough money?"

"That's enough, I even made some money. Grandpa, don't worry about me. I need to go back for lunch, I'll call you again this afternoon."

"Oh, okay then, you get busy. Remember, don't go astray..."

The old man seemed a little worried and repeatedly gave instructions.

Finally, I hung up the phone with a relieved smile.

Back in front of the motorcycle, Fan Bing asked curiously:
"What's wrong? You seem so happy."

"The acceptance letter has arrived."

The girl was taken aback:
"Huh?...Really? You got your admission letter from Renmin University?"

"Ah."

"Haha, shouldn't we celebrate at noon?... Come on, let's not go back for lunch, I'll treat you to a restaurant!"

"I'm the one who invited you."

Seeing her genuine excitement, I felt relieved and got back on the motorcycle.

"But I still need to go home first and ask Uncle Ye to come along. Let's celebrate together."

"That works too. But..."

The girl pressed her face against Anxin's back again, as if she wanted to say something.

But just then, her pager went off.

I took it out and looked at it...

"..."

The girl looked speechless for a moment, then sighed.
"Ugh……"

"what happened?"

"It's the older sister who lives with me."

"What's wrong with her?"

"...She said she wouldn't be staying here next month."

"Then?"

"Gone."

"Uh... so you're going to live alone?"

"Well……"

The girl's lips moved again.

After the motorcycle crossed an intersection, she suddenly asked:
"Don't worry... I have a question for you. If you start school... are you leaving?"

"Not necessarily, but I'll definitely come back often. After all, I have to attend acting classes and continue learning from Grandpa Ye..."

Hearing this, without him seeing it, and without even the girl realizing it herself...

Fan Bingbing's eyes brightened slightly:
"Then come to your alley later and help me look for a place. That way it will be easier for me to visit you... or Grandpa Ye's place in the future."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)