Film and Television Overview: Starting from the Same Window

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Shengchen looked at the woman.

The woman was dressed in a flamboyant manner, with a slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, which made Zhou Shengchen's eyes unable to help but look her up and down.

Her fair and delicate arms, paired with her soft and rosy lips, and the faint fragrance of perfume, made Zhou Shengchen feel that the woman in front of him was so alluring.

However, the sight of her face covered in blood was quite alarming, and Zhou Shengchen couldn't help but feel anxious. If they delayed any longer, her life might be in danger.

How to do?

He hesitated for only a second before Zhou Shengchen picked up the black handbag, hung it around his neck, took a deep breath, and carried the woman on his back.

The woman leaned forward, naturally resting against Zhou Shengchen's back. She didn't feel much; in her semi-conscious state, she only vaguely sensed that it was a slightly unexpectedly broad and warm back.

Without saying a word, Zhou Shengchen started running. He was very fast, but his body was barely moving.

Southern University is surrounded by complete supporting facilities, and there is a large hospital not far away. However, there is a guardrail in the middle of the road, so ambulances cannot take a shortcut and have to go around to the previous or next intersection. In that case, it is faster to climb over the guardrail to cross the road.

Zhou Shengchen ran towards the railing in the middle of the road at an extremely fast speed. With a light leap, he soared two meters into the air, cleared the railing, and landed safely.

A beautiful blush appeared on the woman's sickly pale face, like a red carp suddenly leaping out of the ice on a snowy landscape, jumping and hopping, uneasy and shy.

The woman lay on Zhou Shengchen's strong yet not stiff back. Perhaps because her lower abdomen had a warm backrest, the pain was miraculously relieved. The woman rested her head on Zhou Shengchen's shoulder.

The streets were deserted. In the distance, the siren of an ambulance slowly drifted into the air. Zhou Shengchen yelled at the top of his lungs toward the flashing lights, "Stop the car! It's over here!"

The driver, who was about to head west, had good hearing, and since it was late at night, he immediately heard the sound behind him. He glanced in his rearview mirror, then made a sharp turn and sped off in the wrong direction...

The car stopped, and the accompanying personnel hurriedly jumped out and used a pre-prepared stretcher to settle the woman. After asking Zhou Shengchen about the general reason, the two medical staff did not get back into the car and ran back.

Zhou Shengchen followed, and his tense mood was relieved.

Suddenly, he slapped himself, somewhat annoyed, and said, "I was really out of my mind just now. I've studied traditional Chinese medicine for so many years and have the ability of the Water of Life. How could I forget it in my haste? I really shouldn't have done that."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Around 11:30, a middle-aged woman dressed as a doctor found Zhou Shengchen sitting on a bench waiting.

Seeing Zhou Shengchen covered in blood, the doctor frowned and looked at him: "Young man, you're injured too? Let the nurse take you for a check-up!"

Zhou Shengchen stood up and shook his head: "It's all her blood. I'm fine. Doctor, how is she? Is she in danger?"

"She has multiple abrasions and bleeding from her scalp. Well, overall she's not seriously injured. Are you a family member of the injured person? We need to contact her family."

"I'm not."

Zhou Shengchen quickly handed the woman her handbag: "This is her bag. There's a cell phone inside. We should be able to find her family."

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Shengchen added, "I don't know when her family will be able to come, so I'll pay for the medical expenses! But please, doctor, notify her family as well!"

After paying the medical bills, Zhou Shengchen saw that he had nothing more to do, so he quietly slipped out of the hospital.

The scene of the car accident had a disco-like feel, with several police lights flashing, making it difficult to see clearly.

Zhou Shengchen didn't want to get involved with the police, so he avoided them and took a detour back to school.

Lu Qiaochuan and the others were still awake when they saw Zhou Shengchen covered in blood and were startled.

Chapter Twenty-One: Xiao Haiyang: Are you a devil?

"Don't get the wrong idea, everyone. I didn't go into any fights or kill anyone. There was a car accident not far from the school gate just now, and I rushed to help people. This blood belongs to other people," Zhou Shengchen hurriedly explained with a smile.

The group breathed a sigh of relief, clearly agreeing with his statement. After all, they had also vaguely heard the ambulance siren earlier, and they had even discussed it!

After taking off his blood-stained clothes and putting them aside, Zhou Shengchen went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then lay quietly on the bed, listening to Yu Hao chattering away.

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It's half past four in the morning.

Before it was even light, Zhou Shengchen and the other first-year students participating in military training gathered around the bus on the school playground.

Soon after, the leaders and the homeroom teachers of each class also appeared in front of the crowd.

The leader picked up the microphone, put on airs, and began with a cliché: "Students of Southern College, I am your instructor, Guo Yang. The military training will last for twenty days."

"During this period, no disturbances are allowed, and no one is allowed to assault the instructors, especially students in the news photography class."

"Last year, a student in the news photography class challenged the instructor and ended up having to repeat the year."

“He’s standing right in your ranks right now, I’m telling you…”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the photography class who knew that Xiao Haiyang was a repeat student turned their attention to him.

As his classmates began casting their gazes at him, Xiao Haiyang rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I had to repeat a year because I failed my exams. Don't listen to his nonsense. He just wanted to scare the freshmen." Although he was very annoyed, Xiao Haiyang still explained.

"Then you should try your best this year, try to fight the instructor, and repeat another grade," Zhou Shengchen encouraged from the side, never one to miss a chance to stir things up.

Xiao Haiyang stared in disbelief and said, "You, are you a devil? If I repeat a year, I'll be expelled."

Zhou Shengchen waved his hand: "That's okay. At worst, I can go back to high school, take the college entrance exam again, and get into the Communication University. I believe you can do it."

Xiao Haiyang: "..."

Everyone: "..."

After a half-hour speech, the instructor was finally satisfied with the students who were already looking listless even before military training.

With a wave of his hand, the instructor said loudly, "I won't say any more. I believe all of you have already listened. Now, get on the bus."

The crowd scattered instantly.

After listening to so much nonsense, they're all going to fall asleep if they keep listening.

Everyone went to move their luggage and prepare to board the train.

Only Ye Jiping remained standing at the bus door, constantly giving instructions to Zhou Shengchen and his classmates.

"Everyone, don't cause trouble!"

"You must be a good person."

"Never cause trouble, and never get into a conflict with the instructors."

Although everyone was tired, they knew that Ye Jiping was doing it for their own good. So when the photography class got on the bus, they all politely nodded to Ye Jiping as a form of response.

However, when it was Xiao Haiyang's turn to get on the bus, Ye Jiping suddenly grabbed his hand and earnestly reminded him again: "Never, ever challenge the instructors. Be a good person."

"I'm so worried." Xiao Haiyang sighed helplessly.

Everyone thinks he was held back a year because he fought with the instructor, but that's not true at all!

After getting on the bus, Zhou Shengchen glanced around and, seeing that there was no one next to Lin Luoxue, sat down directly, then tilted his head and fell asleep.

The military training was conducted in a mountainous area.

After a two-hour journey, they finally arrived at the training base. Zhou Shengchen rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up from his dream.

With his bag on his back, Zhou Shengchen got off the bus.

After finding his suitcase, Zhou Shengchen looked around.

It's a mountainous area, so the temperature here is significantly lower than in the city, but it's still quite hot this time of year.

The surrounding area was full of towering mountains covered with trees.

Surrounded by these hills is the training base for Zhou Shengchen and other freshmen.

Led by their instructor, Zhou Shengchen and the others entered the dormitory in an orderly manner.

The accommodation was quite touching; a tiny dormitory room, smaller than Zhou Shengchen's study, housed eight people.

Having half an hour of free time, Zhou Shengchen wasn't in a hurry and leisurely tidied up in front of the bed.

"Ah ah ah ah~"

After an unknown amount of time, a piercing scream with an extremely high decibel level came from outside.

It was Yu Hao's voice.

Lu Qiaochuan asked Zhou Shengchen in confusion, "Hao-ge, did a dog bite you?"

Before Zhou Shengchen could answer, a figure rushed back.

The person who arrived was Yu Hao.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"It's disgusting, it's disgusting, the toilet is disgusting." Yu Hao looked disgusted, as if he had stepped in poop.

"Did you see yourself in the bathroom mirror?" Zhou Shengchen joked.

"Get out!" Yu Hao glared at Zhou Shengchen, then, as if remembering something, shivered.

"You know what? The toilets here are absolutely terrifying. All sorts of weird creatures fly around in them, and they don't even flush."

Yu Hao emphasized the last two words.

"I can't stand this awful place for another day!"

Hearing Yu Hao's screams and complaints, Zhou Shengchen and the others quickly sped up their work.

Seeing that the others remained unmoved and continued making their beds, Yu Hao said with some dissatisfaction, "Did any of you hear me?"

"What's the point of listening to all this nonsense? Besides, the deadline is approaching, and we should go to the assembly point soon," Zhou Shengchen said after packing his things.

As soon as the words were spoken, someone shouted "Assemble!" Upon hearing this, everyone quickly changed into their military training uniforms and headed towards the playground.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The training ground of the military training base.

Zhou Shengchen and Xiao Haiyang, along with a few other acquaintances, stood at the back of the line because of their height.

Zhou Shengchen was at the front of the line, followed by Yu Hao, Xiao Haiyang, Lu Qiaochuan, Bi Shisan...

"One two one, one two one..."

Loud whistles echoed across the playground; these were from other classes, of course.

The instructor in charge of training Zhou Shengchen's team was still making everyone stand at attention.

On the playground, the scorching sun beat down relentlessly, making everyone dizzy and drenched in sweat.

Of course, Zhou Shengchen is an exception.