My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 72 Film Analysis
"As expected of Ningbo University's cafeteria, the food tastes so much better than the pig slop at the school."

At noon, Jiang Rui, who was having lunch at the cafeteria of Ningbo University with Cheng Lingjun, expressed his feelings.

"Uh, Teacher Cheng is still here, Jiang Rui."

Zhou Heming whispered a reminder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Teacher Cheng, I accidentally told the truth. Please don't tell the principal."

Jiang Rui quickly shoveled down a few mouthfuls of rice, trying to get away with it.

"Ah He, eat more. The exam this afternoon will be very long."

Cheng Shuangjiang used a spoon to scoop the chicken pieces from her plate and gave them to Zhou Heming, who was sitting next to her.

Her hand was still wrapped in bandages. They said that the morning was mainly for examination and consultation, and the cast would be removed in the afternoon.

"You should eat too; it's the time when you need to recover."

Zhou Heming picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and gave it to the girl.

"You two, Teacher Cheng is still here."

Jiang Rui suppressed a laugh and reminded him, glancing furtively at Cheng Lingjun beside him, wanting to see how this serious teacher would react.

"Eat well."

However, Cheng Lingjun only gave a cold reminder.

"Tsk, tsk."

Double standard!

Jiang Rui buried his head in his food.

But it doesn't matter, he's a fanatic.

He was happy to see the young couple showing off their affection.

"The morning exam is over and done with, but the afternoon exam is the most important and can make a big difference in your score, so be sure to pay attention to the correct answer format."

Cheng Lingjun gave the two instructions.

"it is good."

Zhou Heming and Jiang Rui nodded.

in the afternoon.

Since they had already been to the examination venue once in the morning, Cheng Lingjun only dropped them off at the foot of the teaching building before taking Cheng Shuangjiang to the hospital.

Following the instructions and their memories from the morning, the two returned to the examination hall. Zhou Heming found that many candidates had already arrived, while the few candidates whom Cheng Shuangjiang had reminded him of who would achieve great things in the future seemed to be chatting together.

At the center, naturally, is Su Hong, a social terrorist suspected of having a histrionic personality disorder.

"What? Du Ruo, you're planning to change your major?"

Su Hong looked at Du Ruo, who was several seats away, with an exaggerated expression. The boy's eyelids drooped as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

"Because the early admission program allows for lower admission scores, I applied for this exam. I'll get into Ningbo University first, and then I'll change my major after the exam."

Du Ruo's voice was lukewarm and unmotivated, like an otter rubbing its face.

"But the required grades for changing majors are probably higher than the admission requirements, right?"

Su Hong scratched her head, seemingly not quite understanding Du Ruo's line of thinking.

"Ah? Is that so?"

Du Ruo was taken aback, then sighed.

"Forget it, it's here now."

"And you, uh, Gu Yingying, I feel like you performed quite well this morning."

Su Hong seemed to have memorized the names of everyone in the examination room after just one glance.

"Me? I'm alright. I happened to have reviewed a few of the questions before, so, well, I should have gotten them right."

Gu Yingying, whose long hair was tied into a single braid, shrank her neck and answered without much confidence.

Without other information, people would probably think that a girl like her would cry for a long time after being punched, but in reality, the guy who gets punched by Gu Yingying is the one who cries for a long time.

"It's okay, you can definitely do it. I have a feeling about it, my intuition is very accurate."

Su Hong is a bit like an enhanced version of Lu Baijia in kindergarten teacher mode, Cheng Shuangjiang; she's practically a fully automatic praise bot.

Being around people like that is incredibly emotionally rewarding; no wonder they can make such great films.

"Yang Hongye, how did you do on your exam? We both have the character 'Hong' in our names, so we're kind of destined to meet."

He turned around and looked at the girl with a cold expression and wearing boots.

"Nothing to do with you."

Yang Hongye answered coldly, shifting her gaze to meet Zhou Heming's as he walked in.

Zhou Heming forced a half-smile and hurriedly sat down in his seat.

"Zhou Heming is here. I noticed you were a little nervous at the beginning of the morning, but you became more and more confident as you did it."

No, what were you studying during the exam?
Zhou Heming took out his pencil case and responded.

"Fortunately."

Why did you choose to take this exam? Is it because you like it?

Su Hong launched a follow-up attack.

"Because, well, I'm a science student, so I have to take an exam before I can apply."

"Oh, what a coincidence! I'm also a science student, so even if my score is high enough, I still have to take a special entrance exam to apply for this major."

Whether Su Hong's statement was true or false, he glanced again at the projector screen that had already been lowered.

"I don't know what kind of film will be shown this afternoon. I heard that one year they showed a comedy variety show, and the exam room was filled with laughter. People couldn't even hold their pens properly. Another year they showed a news report, and because the content was so infuriating, everyone was ready to punch it."

Many students also looked over; they were all teenagers around seventeen or eighteen years old, and their curiosity was naturally strong.

"As long as it's not a horror movie, it's fine."

Gu Yingying was still shaken, looking as if she would immediately give up the exam if the movie analysis turned out to be a horror film.

"Speaking of horror movies, my favorite horror movie director seems to be preparing a new series. I wonder if it will have any horror elements."

Su Hong became interested.

"Who?"

Du Ruo asked casually.

"Lu Ban, do you know?"

"Don't look at me, I don't watch horror movies."

Gu Yingying immediately waved her hand.

"Zhou Heming, do you watch horror movies?"

Su Hong turned around. "Not really."

Although Cheng Shuangjiang asked Zhou Heming to pay more attention to Su Hong, this girl's dazzling aura of being a "normie" right in the center of the crowd was too strong, making her really hard to approach. She was even more "Lu Bai" than Lu Bai.

"Horror movies are really good, especially the adrenaline rush afterward, it's so exhilarating."

Just as Su Hong was preparing to write a lengthy guide to watching horror movies, two proctors carrying sealed file folders walked in.

One of them looked to be in his forties, about the same age as Cheng Lingjun. He was wearing a deerstalker hat and a long overcoat, just like Sherlock Holmes in the movies.

The other one was a young woman, who seemed to be only five or six years older than Zhou Heming, but she had a mature and elegant demeanor, like a noble lady who would only appear in a novel.

After the routine exam instructions were read out, the female proctor smiled slightly.

"Dear students, in the following exam, we will play a 20-minute video clip. Please answer the questions on the exam paper based on the content of the video."

Her voice reminded Zhou Heming of chilled honey—sweet yet slightly cold, full of contradictions.

Then, the teacher started fiddling with the classroom computer, turning on the projector, freezing the video on the first black frame, waiting for the exam to begin.

Zhou Heming received the exam paper and glanced at it. The film analysis was similar to that in the reference materials, including content summaries, analysis of camera language, and understanding of the main theme. The essay writing section was much broader, only requiring him to create an essay based on the ideas conveyed in the film.

The exam bell rang.

This was a rare occasion; instead of everyone simultaneously starting to write, they all looked at the projection screen.

The female teacher turned off the lights, plunging the classroom into darkness. Then, the teacher wearing a deerstalker hat pressed the play button.

This is a documentary.

Zhou Heming took a pen and made some simple notes on the draft paper.

This film appears to be a record of the filmmaker's own parents. Coincidentally, the filmmaker's father was a folk funeral director, and the film depicts the mother's life after her father's death. Through the mother's narration, the film gradually sketches out the father's image. At the same time, the film is accompanied by discussions about death among family, friends, colleagues, and neighbors, which are touching and tear-jerking.

Halfway through the broadcast, Zhou Heming heard sniffling and blowing of the nose coming from the examination room.

There were already more girls taking this exam, and the film was so moving that even the boys couldn't resist. Soon, the exam hall was filled with sobs and whimpers.

Zhou Heming was also somewhat moved, but fortunately, he had seen many similar situations at the funeral home and was well-trained.

He heard the sound of snot coming from the side. Curious, he looked over and found that the usually cold and indifferent Yang Hongye had red eyes and tears streaming down her face, with many crumpled pieces of paper on the table.

Further away, Gu Yingying's shoulders trembled as she cried, making one worry that she might not be able to breathe.

Du Ruo seemed to be rubbing her eyes, trying hard to hold back her tears.

Su Hong, who hadn't brought any tissues, kept sniffing, but her hands were still recording the content of the video.

The female teacher was clearly not prepared for this situation. She walked out of the classroom and returned a moment later with two packs of tissues, which she handed to the students who were crying their hearts out.

It must be said that this examination situation was unprecedented, if not the last.

After the twenty-minute film finished playing, Zhou Heming could even hear crying from the next exam room.

He had no time for reflection; he focused on answering the questions.

"You can answer the questions now."

The female teacher said, then smiled apologetically.

"We're sorry, we didn't know it would be this style of film. We hope everyone can adjust their mood and answer the questions well."

The exam continued amidst the sound of sniffling.

Having prepared diligently for a month, Zhou Heming quickly grasped the essence of the questions, writing rapidly and fluently. Before long, he reached the essay writing section.

After careful consideration, he realized that his script was indeed very suitable for this topic.

"Since that's the case, let's enjoy some of the benefits of being reborn."

This script completed its mission in the previous timeline, so let it give itself another push in this timeline.

Zhou Heming finalized his thought process and began to write.

*
The bell rang, signaling the end of the exam.

Zhou Heming put down his pen.

He might not get a high score in this subject, but he won't do too badly.

They have such confidence.

Next, all that's left is the interview.
"Holy crap, this movie is so well made, I was moved to tears."

As the papers were collected and everyone stood up, Su Hong blurted out her opinion.

"Teacher, what's the name of this movie? I want to watch the whole thing later."

They even asked the proctor.

Social influence made Zhou Heming hesitate.

Someone like that must be very adept at job interviews.

Upon hearing this, many candidates, whether out of genuine curiosity or because they thought it was Su Hong's way of getting more recognition, also crowded around to ask.

Zhou Heming packed his things, put on his backpack, and prepared to leave.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, he found Yang Hongye standing right next to him.

The girl had regained her previous indifference and coldness, but her eyes were still a little red.

"It's quite a touching film."

Zhou Heming put the results of his courage training into practice and started a conversation.

However, upon hearing this, Yang Hongye seemed to remember something, and tears welled up in her eyes again, and she began to cry.

"?"

Zhou Heming was a little at a loss. He hesitated for a moment, then took out a small pack of tissues from his schoolbag.

"Give it to me?"

Yang Hongye glanced at him, took the tissue without ceremony, covered her nose, and turned her face away.

Nearby, passing college students watched the two with curiosity and whispered among themselves.

Zhou Heming estimated that they had already imagined a dramatic and suspenseful essay of 100,000 words in their minds.

He now understands why some people can become introverted for life after just one instance of extroversion.

He glanced at Yang Hongye, wondering if he should leave first, but looking at the girl who was still crying, he couldn't just walk away indifferently.

Just as I was struggling with this decision, a familiar voice came from inside.

"Ah He, you made that girl cry~"

Zhou Heming raised his head and subconsciously denied it.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Then, for the first time, he saw Cheng Shuangjiang with her hands completely exposed.

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