Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

In some drama circles, if you say "sleepwear" together, you are actually going to watch "Donkey's Water" together, and the general newcomers really think that someone is doing yellow, and then others will know that it is definitely a newcomer, naturally with superior words.

This is also due to the increasingly quiet atmosphere of the New Year, especially in the big cities where the residents did not go home for the New Year, and the family could not get together a table of mahjong, so they went to the small theater to watch a drama also became a good choice for the city residents.

Of course, these are not important to Han Fei, he is nervous about the preparation of the exam, the good thing is that this semester more practical subjects, he no longer have to memorize some mess of foreign film history, although the test is not very good, but at least a shock to pass the barrier.

Qin Ming was rather unlucky, this product recently tangled with a girl paper again, it is expected to hang more than two subjects, Jin Boyuan but as usual, Jin Boyuan was steady and managed to pass.

And once again, Xie Buchen ended the semester with the second in the class and third in the grade, needless to say, the first was naturally Zhang Yue.

"Xie ah, you're not okay with this always being a girl on top of you." Qin Ming tried to find face for himself, it was all one dorm room, he was the only one who hung up, it was hard to look okay.

But obviously, he was looking for the wrong person, Xie Bu Chen just unkindly disowned him: "It's also better than some people who are pressed on their heads by the whole class of girls."

Qin Ming was dislike to internal injuries, but a thought, really, the class girls played extremely well this time, and the ones who hung up with him were a few brown men, so he could only break his teeth and swallow.

Soon everyone packed their luggage, and before everyone left the campus, Han Fei invited his classmates to have a hotpot dinner with Jia Youqian and the others.

The only one who didn't come was Hu Cai Ni, and no one cared. This semester, Hu Cai Ni's relationship with her classmates and her academics had fallen to a low point, and it was said that she had gotten involved with a playboy from a different school.

In the screenwriting club, Jiang light marquis will always be the busiest, this goods last semester in the college to stay less than two months, the rest of the time are outside to run the crew, this time said to go to the northwest, the road is also more and more wild.

People in the shop eating hot pot, snow floating outside the window, don't say there is really a little mood, are young people, are also able to make noise, and is learning art, who has not a two-pronged? Soon everyone was playing a game of drumming.

The first person to step on the mines was Jia Youqian, who drank a little too much and became red in the face.

The first thing I noticed was that I was a little bit too drunk to be able to do that.

"Luoyang City something, long made by the time of the farewell.

In the past went snow like flowers, now flowers like snow."

In fact, this poem was pretty much in keeping with the scene, and Jia Youqian's recitation was also very good, and everyone was pretty satisfied, but a spirited girl in the class bluntly said that Jia Youqian was cheating and couldn't be counted, and Han Fei vaguely remembered that the girl's name was Lu Bing Yue.

The two of them soon start a debate, which becomes an argument in the end, and it's hard for the crowd to hold them down.

In the meantime, Han Fei changed the rules to allow you to recite a poem, but it can't be a poem of five or seven words, it must be a long poem of more than fifty words.

In the meantime, I'm going to go back to my home country, and I'm going to be a part of the team.

The first thing to do is to get up and take off your jacket, and then show your upper body with or without an arc, a hot dance that instantly pushes the atmosphere to a climax.

When the three-minute dance ended, Zhang Yue returned to her seat, just passing by Han Fei's side, a fragrant breeze came, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, all long black hair just swept over Han Fei's neck.

When it was time for Zhang Yue to play the drum, the paper ball turned round and round without stopping, just as Han Fei received the paper ball, it actually stopped, which made Han Fei extremely suspicious that this girl is not peeking through the gap in the scarf, right?

"Well, how about I recite a poem too?" Han Fei was ready to steal a little laziness.

But none of the gang was a saver, and Zhang Yue also led the way in coaxing, "Phew~~~ How do you like that? You're the number one talent in our capital shadow, so why don't you give us a fresh one today?"

Well, Han Fei knew at a glance that it definitely couldn't be good, and he didn't push it, "Okay, you guys are ruthless, so I can sing a song, right?"

This finally satisfied everyone, but what to sing?

Chapter 111 - The Lute.

First of all, it can't be too serious, otherwise it'll be boring, and secondly it can't be too bad, lest this group of people start another uproar and prick.

So in the expectant eyes of the crowd, Han Fei paced for a while, "Song? Ancient poetry?" Suddenly a bright idea came to me.

Zhang Yue saw Han Fei stop in her tracks and couldn't help but have some expectations, she didn't doubt Han Fei's talent in the slightest, but after all, it was all heard of and always felt a bit unreal.

The rest of the crowd was also the same, and now they all followed suit with the help of alcohol, wanting to see if Han Fei was as talented as the legends said he was.

But all they heard was Han Fei singing under his breath.

"Functioning at night on the head of the River Functioning at night on the Head of the River

The master dismounted and the guests are in the boat.

If you want to drink, you can't play with the orchestra, and if you don't get drunk, you'll have to leave.

"When the moon is drowning in the river."

The crowd was stunned to hear this, Jia Youqian opened his mouth, just ready to dismantle Han Fei's cheating, but listened and had to admit that, although the words used by Bai Juyi's "pipa line", but this tune is indeed original, but also quite catchy?

Zhang Yue was silly, if Han Fei changed a song, for better or worse, she could accept it, but it was just that Han Fei used an ancient word now tune to set it in, and the set was still so clever, her heart could not help but secretly slander.

"Hmph, this stingy man." In Zhang Yue's opinion, it was clear that this was Han Fei's response to what she had just said about not being allowed to recite poetry, and that was why he had specifically now composed a tune.

It was reasonable to say that a stingy man was not very popular with women, but with this situation and this song still in her ears, any woman would not hate it instead, right?

Han Fei sang until he was in the mood, and then he took a glass of wine and drank it all, quite like Li Bai's hundred poems about fighting wine.

"The strings are noisy as a rapid rain

lit. small strings speak as if in a whisper

whispers

jumbled and tumultuous (idiom); garbled and jumbled

lit. large pearls, small pearls fall off a jade platter (idiom); fig. a person of great talent and experience

by Falling Jade Plate "

The chorus part of the opera came out, everyone was dumbfounded, not only the first arrangement, but also the temporary addition of opera elements, so if this is not talented, then what is?

If everyone still had the attitude of "I can do it, I can do it" in the main part of the song, then after this part of the opera, everyone present had to write a word of conviction in their hearts.

"Fuck!"

"Bull!"

After a burst of applause, the crowd took a long time to slow down, it was as if everyone present had a sense of veneration of "I am uncultured, one sentence of lying in the world", and already didn't know what adjectives to use to express their feelings at this moment.

"Cheers." Han Fei actually drank a little too much already, drunkenly raising his glass, and only after two glasses of wine had been consumed did the atmosphere come back to life, except that no one was singing or chanting poetry anymore.

The meal lasted until ten o'clock at night, and the group got so drunk that the few who weren't drunk had a hard time getting everyone back to the dormitory.

As soon as Han Fei lay down, he received a text message from Zhang Yue, although the lines were rather subtle, but a fool can also understand the love and admiration, unfortunately, Han Fei still does not know how to deal with Yang Kexin's relationship, how can he have the heart to entangle with Zhang Yue.

And classmates and colleagues talking about friends is a troublesome thing in itself, both sides have too many friends in common, in case of a falling out, it's too embarrassing.

Han Fei could only pretend not to understand, a very perfunctory reply to a text message, and then really couldn't bear to fall back to sleep.

Early in the morning in the dormitory sounded like Jin Boyuan killing a pig screaming: "Fuck, hurry up, or else you won't catch the plane."

Qin Ming was shot awake the whole person is still confused, only Xie Bu Chen is quite calm, called a drop, all the way to the airport, finally caught up.