Chapter 8: Conversation with the Homeroom Teacher

At this time, Huang Weiruo, who was worried about by Liu Zhou, was sitting in his office with a tired look on his face.

The period after school starts is the busiest, and Huang Weiruo is particularly busy this year.

He is the deputy director of the department and is busy with departmental work.

He is also the head teacher of the 1993 class of the Drama Department. The students of the 1993 class are already seniors this year and are going to do internships.

The most important thing is that Huang Weiruo felt that there were many good talents in the 1993 class and he didn’t want them to be buried, so he carefully selected their internship units.

He is even concerned about where they will work after graduation next year, hoping that they can get into a good unit and have a good platform.

These things were enough to keep Huang Weiruo busy, but the dean arranged for him to guide this year's freshmen as well, which made him even busier.

With the pressure of enrollment of new students, military training arrangements and other things weighing on him, it has been almost a month since the start of school, and Huang Weiruo can finally take a breath.

However, when Huang Weiruo saw the student homework that had been on his desk for almost two weeks, he found that he still couldn't sit still.

Since you have become the class teacher of the new students, you must take responsibility.

Although Huang Weiruo wanted to take a break, he thought that the students might have been waiting for his feedback, so he immediately perked up and prepared to check the students' homework.

The reason why he assigned this homework was not only to understand the level of the freshmen, but also to see if there were any good talents among them.

The major of drama literature also requires talent. Although acquired learning can make up for shortcomings, the upper limit will not be too high.

However, those with talent can go further and will receive focused training from the college.

Don’t think it’s so realistic. Any art school has such unspoken rules.

When one reaches Huang Weiruo’s current level, he can roughly tell the level of new students by just glancing at their homework.

If he watched it seriously, he was worried that it would lower his level of appreciation.

Huang Weiruo read very quickly, but what disappointed him was that after reading seven or eight books, he felt that they were all mediocre, and there was not even one work that caught his eye.

After flipping through three or four more books and still experiencing the same problem, Huang Weiruo had already given up hope, but since there was only one book left, he still read it carefully.

"Ok?"

Huang Weiruo, who had been a little lazy, immediately sat up straight, picked up a pen and started reading carefully from the beginning.

After reading it three times, Huang Weiruo closed the notebook and let out a long sigh.

Looking at the title of the work on the cover, "The Tuner",
It’s a good book!
Then I looked at the author's name, Liu Zhou.
What a good seedling!
He vaguely remembered that Liu Zhou seemed to be the youngest student in the class. He was admitted through the college entrance examination and was only eighteen years old this year.

It can be seen from this notebook that this eighteen-year-old boy is a very talented person.

The ancients said that it is a student's fortune to meet an excellent teacher. Isn't it also a fortune for a teacher to meet an excellent student?

Just like this group of students from Class 1993, Huang Weiruo felt very comfortable leading them and they were full of energy.

Huang Weiruo felt the same way about Liu Zhou again, and his fatigue seemed to be swept away.

He also felt it necessary to have a good chat with Liu Zhou about his work.

Liu Zhou didn't know that his homeroom teacher had already remembered him. At this moment, he was sweating on the basketball court with his classmates from the Performance Department.

Many boys in the class of 96 can play basketball. The two classes of drama and performance alone can gather ten people to play a full game.

However, playing a full game is too tiring, and coupled with the limitations of the venue, Liu Zhou and his teammates usually play 3V3 or 4V4 in the half court.

After playing together for such a long time, it is generally recognized that Liu Zhou and Liu Ye have better skills, and the duel between the two of them is also the most exciting to watch.

At this moment, Liu Zhou and Liu Ye were leading their teams in the battle on the basketball court, and the score was already 4 to 4, and they had both reached match point.

The scores are not recorded at halftime, but the number of goals is recorded. The team that leads by five goals wins, and then the next team takes over.

Today's game was particularly intense because there were many female students watching on the sidelines.

Anyone who can play basketball knows that the presence of female spectators is like a shot of chicken blood for players, and can improve their performance by 120%.

So the two teams on the field have played for several rounds, but still haven't scored a goal.

At this time, the physical strength of both Liu Zhou and Liu Ye's teams had reached the limit, and they were both gasping for breath.

At this time, Liu Zhou received a pass from his teammate in the low post on the right side, and Liu Ye immediately came up.

The two have fought several times, with both sides winning and losing, and they both understand each other's level.

Liu Zhou adjusted his posture and turned his back to Liu Ye, and Liu Ye immediately stepped forward to prevent a hit from behind.

But Liu Zhou faked a move with his left shoulder, tricking Liu Ye's center of gravity to the left, and then immediately turned right and made a fadeaway jump shot.

Liu Zhou felt that the ball was in his hand as soon as he shot it. He felt particularly comfortable when shooting.

Sure enough, the basketball went into the net!
Liu Zhou learned this move from Kobe. Liu Zhou had seen Kobe use this move to beat Anthony in the 09 Western Conference Finals.

Liu Zhou’s favorite basketball star was Kobe Bryant. When he heard of his death, Liu Zhou, who was already in his forties, couldn’t help but cry.

Kobe has just entered the NBA and is still a rookie. I don’t know if I will have the chance to meet him in this life.

If it were a normal time when there were no girls around, Liu Zhou would definitely say some trash words to Liu Ye, but today he held back a bit.

"Liu Ye, do you accept it?"

"You're just lucky."

"Still talking tough, do ten push-ups faster, I'll count the ones you do."

Liu Ye finished ten push-ups and panted and said:
"Come back later!"

"I won't come, I'm a little tired."

Liu Zhou will not give Liu Ye a chance for revenge today.

Liu Zhou also knew that both of them had the opportunity to end the game just now, but Liu Zhou was just luckier this time.

And Liu Zhou was indeed tired, so even if he won the game, he would go off the court to rest.

Liu Zhou and Liu Ye were sitting on the sidelines resting. They had just taken two sips of water when Zeng Li and Yuan Quan came over immediately.

"You two are really good at playing basketball." Yuan Quan said in amazement.

She also likes playing basketball, but she has no chance to play because no one else in her class plays it.

But she could roughly tell the pros and cons. The two Lius in front of her were indeed very good. "They're just average, only a little better than Liu Ye." Liu Zhou replied with a smile.

"You are shameless!"

"The loser shouldn't talk."

"Come on, let's have another fight, a one-on-one bullfight."

"The loser shouldn't talk."

"Is this the only sentence you can say?"

"The loser shouldn't talk."

"..."

"The loser shouldn't talk."

Zeng Li smiled and said:

"You two won't talk if you don't bicker."

"Not really, it's just that every time Liu Ye comes to challenge me, he overestimates his own abilities."

"You two really look like brothers."

"It would be difficult to deal with such a troublesome brother!"

Hearing Liu Zhou's words, Liu Ye immediately disagreed.
"I'm older than you, okay? You're my younger brother."

"Okay, Brother Ye, let's go back to the dormitory and get ready to take a shower."

After that, Liu Zhou went on to say to Zeng Li and Yuan Quan:

"Let's go first."

After taking a shower, Liu Zhou felt relaxed all over.

After playing a thrilling basketball game, Liu Zhou's mind seemed to be clearer, and he didn't even pause when writing at his desk.

Today happens to be Friday. We were supposed to have a day off tomorrow, but because the National Day holiday is in two days, we still have to go to classes tomorrow and the day after.

But despite this, everyone in the dormitory had gone out, and Liu Zhou was happy that there was no one in the dormitory.

Just when Liu Zhou was writing with great enthusiasm, there was a knock on the door. He looked up and saw that it was his class teacher Huang Weiruo.

Seeing the messy dormitory, Liu Zhou was a little panicked.

"Teacher Huang, are you here to check on the dormitories?"

"No, I'm here to find you."

When Liu Zhou heard what the head teacher said, he was stunned, and then he was happy. It seemed that the homework he handed in successfully aroused his interest.

Huang Weiruo did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point:

"I have carefully read the work you submitted. It is very good. I think the script is very well done. Have you written a script before or has anyone taught you?"

"Teacher Huang, my uncle is a screenwriter at the Pearl River Studio. I also grew up in the Pearl River Studio. Seeing that I was interested, my uncle taught me a lot. I also tried to write scripts before."

"No wonder. After reading the script of your short film, I feel that there is nothing that needs to be revised. I can see that you put a lot of effort into it."

In response to the praise from his head teacher, Liu Zhou smiled shyly.

"Liu Zhou, your script is very good. If you want to make a film out of it, I can help recommend it to you. I think many people will be interested in it."

Regarding this question, Liu Zhou pondered for a while and said:

"Teacher, I want to take a picture of it myself!"

"You want to shoot it yourself? Are you planning to be a director?" Huang Weiruo asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

"Liu Zhou, you have to think carefully. Being a director is not that easy."

"I've thought it through. If Jiang Wen can switch careers and become a director, I should be able to do the same."

Huang Weiruo couldn't help laughing when he saw Liu Zhou comparing himself to Jiang Wen:

"It seems like you have great ambitions. Jiang Wen is a figure that only appears once every ten years in our Central Academy of Drama. How dare you compare yourself to him?"

"People always have to have dreams. What if they come true?"

Huang Weiruo admired this fearless young man even more.
"Since you plan to shoot it yourself, I have no objection. If you have time, you can go to the directing department to take classes, or you can go to the Beijing Film Academy to take classes. Their training of directors is more inclined towards film, which will be more helpful to you."

"Thank you, teacher. Actually, this is what I plan to do next." Liu Zhou replied with a smile.

"But let's make it clear. Although your scriptwriting ability is okay, I can give you some convenience, but you must make sure you don't fail in the courses in this major."

"No problem, teacher. I promise I won't fail."

"If you have any questions in the future, come to me directly."

"Teacher, I have a question now."

"You said."

"Teacher, can you help me get a class schedule for the directing department of Beijing Film Academy?"

"No problem, come to my office tomorrow and get it."

"Thank you, teacher. You have helped me a lot. This has been a problem that has troubled me for two weeks."

Liu Zhou is not really a freshman. He knows how to talk to make people feel more comfortable.

Sure enough, Huang Weiruo said with a smile:

"Don't be so funny. When the people in your dormitory come back, don't forget to ask them to tidy up their rooms. Look at the mess it is now."

After saying that, Huang Weiruo left.

After the head teacher left, Liu Zhou couldn't help but smile. It seemed that this university life was off to a good start.

(End of this chapter)