Which male student could make the strict Teacher Liu so expectant?
Yang Mi's foxy eyes swept across the male examinees.
Actually, her invitation to Beijing Film Academy to supervise the preliminary Art Examination was partly to alleviate the problem of increasing numbers of Art Examination students and the shortage of internal teachers at the academy.
The other part was her own selfish motive; Yang Mi’s personal studio, established in 2012, became Jiaxing Media this year, and with the gambling agreement coming into effect, there was a very large turnover requirement, meaning they might still not have enough people.
Besides Yang Mi herself being able to earn huge film fees from Acting, among all the new talents signed by the studio, the one with the best performance and promising future was only a female actress from the Western Regions, Dilraba, and there wasn’t even a male artist waiting to become popular!
So, Yang Mi’s supervision this time was also to find talented young men, striving to sign one or two very talented and handsome young idols, who could be cultivated for Acting, and if interest arose, they could also...
“Cough, cough.”
“Examinee number 1042, please step forward.”
Following the teacher’s command, Yu Wenliang slowly walked out from the line, with a dignified demeanor and handsome appearance, forming a stark contrast to the red-faced, stiff-bodied ordinary examinees before him, and reported in a clear, neither humble nor arrogant voice:
“Hello, examiners! I am number 1042, my height is one meter eighty-three, and my weight is seventy-five kilograms!”
“The poem I am going to recite is...”
“a toast to wine – Excerpt!”
As soon as the words fell.
The examination room immediately fell silent.
Not only because Yu Wenliang’s voice was clear and magnetic, and he had good looks, but also good physique and demeanor.
But even more so because his chosen piece was quite special; he actually chose an unconventional classical poem!
Generally speaking, Art Examination teachers do not recommend choosing classical poems.
It’s not because it doesn’t perform well, but precisely because it’s difficult to perform well!
Classical poems are not like modern poems, where the wording and phrasing are modern vernacular, but rather concise and mechanism-driven classical Chinese.
Therefore, reciting classical poems places extremely high demands on lines, Vocal Music, and Acting, making it a very difficult task, but also very impactful if performed well.
Risk and reward coexist!
Before the performance even began, Liu Jingming sat up straight, eagerly anticipating his beloved student’s performance.
The department head, who was initially somewhat surprised, and the other examiners, realizing something, did not raise any objections and let him begin directly.
“Do you not see!”
Yu Wenliang took a deep breath, sinking his qi into his dantian, ensuring his articulation and emotions were on point, while performing the story of the classical poem a toast to wine, with two fingers together, pointing directly to the sky:
“The waters of the Yellow River, come from the sky!”
“Rushing to the sea, never to return...”
Clear articulation.
Bold and impassioned.
The majestic grandeur within the inflections was like the surging waters of the Yellow River, descending from the sky.
Striking first! Several experienced examiners’ eyes lit up, and they became fully awake as they listened.
If the recitations of the previous examinees were like listening to the static of an mp3 with five-dollar plastic headphones.
Then Yu Wenliang’s poetry recitation was like the powerful mid-to-low frequency male voice from a top-tier Harman Kardon sound system, deep and magnetic.
Every word and sentence of his lines seemed to penetrate clearly into the ears.
The examiners’ ears instantly became clear!
“Do you not see!”
“In the high hall’s bright mirror, grieving over white hair.”
“Like black silk in the morning, by evening turned to snow...”
Yu Wenliang’s recitation was unhurried, slowing down and speeding up.
He used a breathy voice to convey the desolate feeling of “grief,” creating a strong contrast with the previous line’s impassioned and majestic Yellow River waters descending from the sky.
The emotions were worlds apart, manipulating the feelings of every listener, fluctuating like a roller coaster.
If the examiners had only been impressed moments ago.
Now, their eyes could not accommodate anyone else; they stared intently at Yu Wenliang.
Everyone had a common thought in their hearts: This year’s dark horse for the Art Examination has appeared!
“When life is fulfilling, enjoy it to the fullest.”
“Do not let the golden goblet, face the moon empty.”
Yu Wenliang’s raised right hand formed a circle, as if holding a wine cup that had traveled through the long river of history.
He was toasting and drinking with that heaven-blessed genius, the Immortal Poet of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty, Li Bai.
At this moment, the arrogant young man and the peerless Li Taibai resonated in spirit...
He recited that famous line, passed down through the ages, shaking the past and present, and moving the soul:
“Heaven created my talent, it must be put to use!”
Yu Wenliang’s face even showed the flush of someone drunk, and he wildly threw his right hand, as if casually tossing aside the golden goblet he had just emptied, then heavily patted his chest, pouring out his youthful spirit and speaking grand words.
The examiners had various expressions.
The lines teacher’s eyes widened.
Yang Mi’s red lips were slightly parted, frozen on the spot, a voice deep inside her asking herself:
Can you achieve this level?
“Even if thousands of gold are spent...”
Yu Wenliang’s gaze extended into the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, outlining an untamed smile, his large hand on his chest extended outwards, while his tone rose, his emotions high, confidently and passionately saying:
“They will, return, again!!!”
The last word, “again,” echoed and swirled in the empty large classroom, its lingering sound reverberating...
The examiners, who should have said something, for a moment, no one pushed the process forward.
The teachers who were initially puzzled by Yu Wenliang’s choice of piece, with this questioning emotion, all looked in unison at Liu Jingming, who was smiling and nodding.
Is this the student you brought out?
Old Bi, etc.
You’ve found a treasure!!!
The examinees standing in two rows stretched their necks even further, each one dumbfounded, as if petrified in place, especially the last few examinees who were taking the test after him, their facial muscles twitching, almost wanting to kill him...
You did this.
What about us?
Are you even letting other people live???
Guan Xiaotong, who was originally very confident that she could get first place, was now deeply doubting herself.
With such a monster appearing.
Can I still get first place?
Zhou Ye secretly clenched her small fists; if there weren't teachers present, she would have been so excited she would have screamed, even more thrilled than Yu Wenliang himself:
Yu Wenliang is awesome.....
X!
“My recitation ends here, thank you.”
Yu Wenliang, who should have finished, waited for a while but no one pushed the process, so he himself bowed deeply to the examiners, who then nodded and proceeded with the next step, calling the next examinee forward.
When that greatly aggrieved person brushed past Yu Wenliang, who was returning to the line.
He was filled with resentment.
His face turned green.
Sorry...
Yu Wenliang inwardly apologized to the students who were in the same batch of tests as him, especially those who came after him, “My strength is too great, making the gap between us seem vast!”
After this batch of examinations ended.
The twenty examinees lined up to leave.
Zhou Ye wanted to walk and chat with him, but Yu Wenliang quickly pulled her wrist and ran away with her.
Otherwise, if the gazes of the surrounding students could kill, he would have died countless times already!
Even Guan Xiaotong, who was surrounded by her parents and agent, turned back and looked at him deeply.
What’s his name?
“Run, run!”
Yu Wenliang, taking Zhou Ye, wanted to quickly run out of the examination room and reunite with Tian Xiwei and Wang Anyu.
However, a middle-aged woman with a camera hanging on her, smiling, blocked their way and asked Yu Wenliang to stop.
“Hello, student.”
“Are you interested in...”
“Auditioning for a movie?”
