Back to Jingying, Jin Boyuan directly climbed into bed and fell asleep. He felt that he wanted to live or die with his bed: "I * * * finally came back!"

    Xie buchen was also very tired. He sat on the hanging chair and took a long breath, while Han Fei and Qin Ming quickly took out their razors and began to clean up the beard residue on their faces.

    But soon there was a knock at the door. When Xie buchen opened the door, it was actually a counselor. The four suddenly had an ominous hunch.

    The Counselor''s name is Chen Zheng. He was also a student of Beijing film. Naturally, there is no need to say more about his appearance. However, it is obvious that he is not popular in the boys'' dormitory. After all, which boy has never imagined that his college counselor is a delicate and lovely girl?

    Chen Zheng obviously knew that his home was not here. He hastily sent the curriculum to the four and left.

    Han Fei picked up the curriculum and scolded: "pit father!"

    Originally, he thought that art school was just learning to perform, practicing body, and then arranging sketches. Life should be very comfortable, but in fact? The curriculum is densely arranged on the curriculum.

    It''s just "analysis of famous drama works", "analysis of film, television and literary works", as well as the history of Chinese films, the history of foreign films and the introduction to film editing and directing... This does not count the professional courses of language, vocal music, body and performing art.

    Han Fei has an impulse to curse his mother. Is this really not training artists?

    Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan were indifferent: "you don''t even know this. How did you get admitted to Beijing film?"

    Well, you won. Han Fei said he took three months of performance training.

    "You''re awesome!" Xie buchen also gave a thumbs up. This is really not a compliment. After all, he has a lot of practical experience and spent a year studying to get into the exam. If he didn''t understand Han Fei''s personality, Xie buchen must suspect that the goods are pretending to be awesome.

    If Han Fei is still interested in arguing with them at ordinary times, but he is really not in the mood now. He has never been in contact with these professional courses. If he doesn''t want to fail, he must take every subject as seriously as the college entrance examination.

    Han Fei seems to see that the good time of college is far away from him.

    After a while, Han Fei and his party came to the classroom. There were less than 20 students sitting around. Most of them had met in the military training base.

    At eight o''clock, an old man with white hair appeared on the podium, but unlike ordinary old men, he should be very old, but his waist is not bent, his back is not hunched, his upper body is white shirt and lower body is suit pants, which gives people a very elegant feeling.

    Han Fei couldn''t help thinking that if the old man had such temperament because he had been influenced by art for a long time, it doesn''t seem unacceptable to learn these things.

    "Today, let''s talk about the history of film. The world''s first film roundhay garden scene appeared in the UK. However, because it only lasts for two seconds, the French disagree. They think that the first film in history should be the factory gate by French photographer Lumiere..."

    The old man''s voice is loud, his words are correct and round, and his grasp between frustration and urgency makes Han Fei admire him. He has only experienced such lines in some front-line actors.

    "Sure enough, he''s a man without a reputation." Han Fei took notes while listening to the lecture. He played a little smart before he was admitted to the Beijing Film and Television Academy, which also gave him some illusions. It seems that Beijing film is just like this, but it''s just a class. Han Fei completely dispelled this idea.

    At noon in the canteen, Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan looked around for a while. Han Fei asked curiously, "what are you looking at?"

    Xie buchen said, "don''t look, Yang Kexin won''t come."

    Qin Ming wondered, "how do you know?"

    "Thank you for saying that you are a loyal fan of Yang Kexin. She posted her itinerary on her microblog last night. It is estimated that she has entered the group by this time." Xie buchen said slowly.

    Jin Boyuan first looked at the old face and glared at it. "How do you know such a clear and honest account of your love for our fairies?"

    Xie buchen rolled his eyes: "please, I have microblog friends with her."

    Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan stopped talking. Jealousy made people look disgusting, so it was over.

    "Hey, the first class in the afternoon is physique class. Are you all ready?" Qin Ming suddenly winked at Jin Boyuan.

    Han Fei didn''t know, so: "what are you going to do?"

    Xie buchen smiled at each other and said, "you''ll know then."

    In the afternoon, Han Fei and his entourage came to the body building class classroom. Just after they had finished practicing their martial arts clothes, a familiar figure came in at the door. It was actually the invigilator of Han Fei''s art test. I vaguely remember her surname Tao.

    "Hello, students. My name is Tao Yuehua. I''m your body teacher..."

    Tao Yuehua''s expression is very serious, but she can''t stand it. She exudes a unique charm of mature women. A group of hairy boys can''t resist. Their eyes are straight. The girls are both envious and jealous. Compared with Tao Yuehua, the girls are like green and astringent apples that haven''t been ripe yet. Although they may be very sweet, they are not bright enough, There is no impulse to move your index finger at a glance.

    During the warm-up, the boys in the class didn''t pay much attention. Only Han Fei followed the action, which also made Tao Yuehua look at Han Fei differently.

    But in fact, Han Fei knows how many kilograms he has. Since it''s a body-building class, it must be necessary to stretch later. His old muscles and bones have not been trained at all. If he doesn''t warm up honestly, he may be broken later. His body is the capital of the revolution.

    "Come on, let''s follow my actions, down..." Tao Yuehua faced the students and began to press down slowly.

    Han Fei is also trying to press down, but this thing can''t work hard, and when he looked around, he was in despair.

    Other students are basically down to 180 degrees. Even Jin Boyuan, a dead fat man, has reached 160 degrees. He is still working hard at 90 degrees.

    Tao Yuehua suddenly stood up, came all the way behind Han Fei and pressed his shoulder: "come on, work hard, are men still afraid of pain?"

    Han Fei clenched his teeth and didn''t cry out, but as Tao Yuehua pressed harder and harder, he couldn''t help shouting: "ah ~ ~ ~ no, you slow down, no, No."

    "Poof ~ ~ ~" the students thought he was intentional and laughed.

    Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan also followed to see a joke: "tut Tut, old Han still has a way. I pretended I couldn''t go, and I can have close contact with Mr. Tao."

    Tao Yuehua patted Han Fei on the back of his head angrily: "what are you yelling about? If you don''t practice hard, you won''t be able to practice in the future."

    Han Fei''s face turned red: "but can you let me rest for a while? I don''t feel my legs!"

    "Ah ~ ~ ~" as soon as the voice fell, Tao Yuehua pressed his whole body on Han Fei''s back. He only heard his scream, and his legs finally pressed to 180 degrees.

    "He is worthy of being old Han, and his acting skills are really excellent." Jin Boyuan was surprised.

    Qin Ming secretly admired: "in terms of acting, I''m not as good as old Han Yuan."

    "He doesn''t seem to be pretending this time?" Xie buchen muttered.