Sie Yufei is soone with dreams, aspirations, and his own ideas.
But reality tells him to stop dreaming—
None of the colleges that have resud admission this year have a film school or a directing major.
Sie Yufei pondered thoughtfully for half an hour and ca up with a possibility: "If I insist on applying for a directing major, might they be moved by my determination and open a specialty for on the spot?"
Lin Nianhe was impressed by his audacity: "What kind of wild talk is that?"
Open a directing major just for him?
That’s definitely sothing "Father Sie Zhe" couldn’t pull off either.
Sie Yufei was deflated, and he felt dreadful.
Lin Nianhe was also at a loss because of Sie Yufei.
With only a limited number of schools resuming admissions this year, Beijing’s universities had higher entry scores, and there were more schools focused on science and engineering—which many of Sie Yufei’s humanities exam scores wouldn’t qualify him for.
"How about applying to the Agricultural University or the Forestry College?"
Lin Nianhe reviewed a list of universities back and forth dozens of tis, thinking these two might possibly accept Sie Yufei.
Sie Yufei turned to look at Li Dahe: "Uncle Team Leader, what do you think about applying to the Agricultural University?"
Li Dahe: "Get lost! Don’t co and blight the crops!"
Sie Yufei then looked at Lin Nianhe as if to say: See, I won’t make it.
Lin Nianhe also thought he wouldn’t make it; Sie Yufei wasn’t soone who could imrse himself in scientific research.
Lin Nianhe was so worried that she kept tapping on Wang Shui’s thigh.
Suddenly, Sie Yufei stood up: "Xiao He, forget it, I won’t apply."
"What did you say?"
Lin Nianhe looked up in astonishnt, her eyes filled with shock.
This...
The last ti she saw him so determined was for Guan Manling.
Sie Yufei smoothed his hair back with a self-assured look: "I’ll take the exam again next year—who knows, there might be a directing major then!"
Lin Nianhe beca lively at the thought.
That could actually work.
Others might not know, but she was aware—
Next year would see the famous Film School’s Class of ’78.
Lin Nianhe thought it was feasible, but before she could express her opinion, Li Dahe, who had been fidgeting next to her for fifteen minutes, finally lost his patience and kicked Sie Yufei’s butt.
"Next year? Do you even know if you can take the exam next year? You don’t even know if they’ll teach filmmaking then! The required scores are not that low. Can’t you make it to a university sowhere else? Being so picky—do you think you’re a hot commodity?"
"Is that sothing you can just decide not to pursue? There are so many people who can’t even get a score of 199! What makes you more delicate than a maiden? Is filmmaking really that great?"
Li Dahe said one sentence per kick, kicking Sie Yufei until he yelped and ran.
Chaos erupted in the brigade office. Lin Nianhe silently closed her mouth, intending to wait until Uncle Team Leader’s fury subsided before sharing her thoughts, adhering to the principle of "every man for himself."
After kicking Sie Yufei around, Li Dahe had sowhat cooled down. Panting heavily, he said, "Don’t talk to about useless things, just choose a school!"
Sie Yufei patted the footprints on his butt and looked at Lin Nianhe with pleading eyes.
Li Dahe caught his look and turned to Lin Nianhe directly: "What do you want to say?"
That glance was murderous!
Lin Nianhe shrank her neck: "What I want to say is... just because you kicked him doesn’t an you can kick ... You’ve heard it just now; it wasn’t who egged him on not to apply..."
"No other issues?"
"No, no more!"
"Okay, stay put."
"Alrighty!"
Sie Yufei: "...?"
The good comrade who used to face bricks without flinching now sold him out without a hint of hesitation.
Is the affection fading?
...
After three days of commotion, everyone had finalized their university applications and their majors.
Sie Yufei, rcilessly suppressed by Uncle Team Leader, was forced to apply to a university in Hei Province.
Li Dahe’s approach was faultless. He was genuinely concerned that if Sie Yufei couldn’t take the college entrance exam next year, he’d be stuck in the countryside.
From the mont Li Dahe took away the application form, Sie Yufei began to pray incessantly—that he wouldn’t score enough.
He’s probably the only person in the country making such a wish.
If Buddha truly heard him... He would have thought he misheard.
Youngest Master Sie was soul-crushingly sorrowful, squatting in the corner and rolling snowballs.
Lin Nianhe found a mont when no one was around to sidle up to him and whispered, "You might not believe this, but I wrote down the wrong target university for you."
"Huh?" Sie Yufei looked up blankly, "How did you write it wrong?"
Lin Nianhe fiddled with his fingernails, casually replied: "I accidentally wrote down Harbin Institute of Technology for you. You’re a humanities student; you probably won’t get admitted."
Sie Yufei sprang up from the ground, grasped Lin Nianhe’s shoulders, his eyes shining, "Xiao He, are you serious? You’re really not lying to ?"
"Really." Lin Nianhe nodded, "But if you want to try for next year’s exam, you better buckle down. If you don’t make it, Brother Yuguo will skin you alive."
Sie Yufei is very stubborn, whether it’s about love or dreams.
"If I can learn to make films, I will absolutely study hard!" Sie Yufei, full of fighting spirit, puffed out his chest, "I’ve saved up 996 yuan already, I’m definitely going to make films. No one can stop !"
"Okay, it’s good to have a goal." Lin Nianhe smiled faintly as he nodded, "But you should also tone down that smile on your face, don’t let others catch on."
Sie Yufei tried to massage his face, forcibly pulling down the corners of his mouth that were stretching upward.
He couldn’t help it; he was too elated.
So, he simply moved himself into the only empty house at the Educated Youth Corps, under the guise of: Annoyed, fed up, he wanted so peace and quiet.
He thought he could return to normal after three days of excitent.
However, three days later, a hefty package from Xiangjiang made his lips permanently reside by his ears.
"It’s a bit early, isn’t it?" Lin Nianhe looked at the package and said to Sie Yufei, "You still owe four yuan, don’t forget."
"Sure, sure, I’ll give you eight next week!" Sie Yufei gazed at the brand-new cara in the box, spinning around in place excitedly like a donkey at the mill, he just couldn’t bring himself to touch it.
He was so excited that he urgently needed a bucket of cold water.
Thus, Lin Nianhe kindly took on the task: "Do you have a script? Where’s the filming location? You’re not planning to do this all by yourself, are you? Do you know how to edit the footage? Do you know how to use the cara?"
"How long will the shooting last? Have you found your actors? Don’t forget you also need to take next year’s college entrance exam. It would be a great loss if the shooting of a film delayed your dream of attending film school."
Sie Yufei: "..."
This bucket of cold water, truly chilling to the core.
However, Sie Yufei has always been optimistic; after briefly cooling off for ten minutes, he was perked up once again.
"Although the script isn’t finished, I know what story I want to shoot! Can’t waste ti, I can make a short film! It’s okay if I don’t know how to use the cara, there’s a manual... uh, Xiao He, can you translate this for ? Why is it in English?"
Lin Nianhe: "This is Japanese."
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