RBCT Chapter 13 I Have a Dream
Chapter 13 I Have a Dream
Communication University of China (CUC).
Computer Science Department.
Xu Ce looked at Huang Yiliang sitting below the stage with a strange expression.
Didn't this guy ultimately decide to study that dead-end directing major?
Have they changed their minds yet again?
Huang Yiliang also noticed Xu Ce's strange expression.
Damn it! I woke up this morning half asleep and got led astray by Xiang Dongliu and his buddies.
He does live in dormitory 208, but he didn't study computer science!
Such a huge blunder in the very first class of the semester is probably going to be recorded in the school's history.
"Teacher Xu, I might have gone to the wrong classroom. I'm not in the computer class." Huang Yiliang raised his hand.
The entire class turned to look at Huang Yiliang in a flash.
If you're not in our computer class, then you've definitely gone to the wrong classroom, not just possibly.
The looks on Xiang Dongliu's, Chen Xixia's, and Parker's eyes were the most incredulous.
Hey bro, not only did you go to the wrong classroom, you also stayed in the wrong dorm, and for two days straight!
This is when the effect of giving gifts becomes apparent.
"Quiet down!"
Xu Ce patted the table and then waved to Huang Yiliang.
Huang Yiliang quickly got out of there.
at the same time.
Directing class.
The first class for new students is a standard procedure involving roll call.
"Huang Yiliang, which one of you is Huang Yiliang?"
"Has Huang Yiliang not arrived?" The instructor's face was as dark as a modern-day Bao Zheng (a famous judge in Chinese history).
These freshmen are so arrogant. They dare to skip class on their very first day, and they even skipped Cao's class.
Zeng Zhiang.
"arrive--!"
"The White Painting".
"arrive--!"
"Hu Delu".
"arrive--!"
......
Well, the whole class is here, except for Huang Yiliang.
"Does anyone know Huang Yiliang?" the professor asked with a displeased expression.
No one answered.
"What about his roommate? Doesn't anyone share a room with him?" The teacher looked at the boys in the class.
The group of boys looked at each other in bewilderment.
The tutor then seriously checked Huang Yiliang's information and found that he had transferred from the Computer Science Department and was sharing a dormitory with students from the Computer Science Department.
"Teacher, I think I've heard of Huang Yiliang before," Hu Delu said, raising his hand.
"Hmm! Tell me about it!"
"Huang Yiliang seems to be the rich second-generation kid who's all the rage at our school, the one who's stupid and rich."
"That's the guy who lost money selling MP3 players on the playground," Hu Delu said, his face full of regret.
He heard that the purchase restrictions for freshmen were lifted yesterday on the playground, and he realized he had missed the last chance.
"Oh! It's that big idiot!" the tutor exclaimed in realization.
Huang Yiliang has earned the nickname "Big Fool".
"Report!" Huang Yiliang rushed to the classroom, covered in sweat.
"Huang Yiliang?" The instructor looked at Huang Yiliang strangely. The young man was quite handsome and seemed normal.
"Yes," Huang Yiliang answered honestly.
Why are you late?
"Uh—! Would you believe me if I said I went to the wrong classroom?" Huang Yiliang said cautiously.
"Xin, go back and sit down. Remember to arrive early next time, especially for my class." The instructor waved Huang Yiliang away.
This is the advantage of being a "big fool," since no one will argue with someone who isn't very bright.
"Okay, thank you, teacher!"
Huang Yiliang ran to the last row and sat down with a dark-skinned guy.
"Hello, my name is Hu Delu," Hu Delu said softly.
Huang Yiliang glanced at Hu Delu.
Everything in this new class was both unfamiliar and novel to him.
"Huang Yiliang!" Huang Yiliang replied.
"I know! Do you still have the MP3?" A shrewd glint flashed in Hu Delu's eyes.
Huang Yiliang: "..."
Huang Yiliang ignored Hu Delu, listened attentively to the lecture, and paid a tuition fee of five thousand yuan.
"This is the first class of our directing class. I'd like to ask you all, what do you think a director is?" The instructor wrote the word "director" on the blackboard.
"Huang Yiliang, you answer." The instructor called on Huang Yiliang.
There was nothing he could do; he had the deepest impression of this guy.
In the first class, not only are the students unfamiliar with the teacher, but the teacher also can't remember the students' names.
Of course, Huang Yiliang was an exception; the teacher definitely remembered him.
"Teacher, I've never been involved in directing before, so please don't get angry if I say something wrong!" Huang Yiliang said in advance, trying to prevent me from getting angry.
"It's okay, speak freely. Everyone should express their own thoughts and not just parrot others." The instructor clearly did not realize the seriousness of the problem.
"Teacher, I think a director is someone who can do whatever they want on set," Huang Yiliang said loudly.
The mentor's face, which had finally regained its fair complexion, darkened again: "Who said a director can do whatever they want on set?"
"I guessed it myself," Huang Yiliang said softly.
"So you switched from computer science to directing just so you could do whatever you wanted on set?" the professor asked, his chest heaving.
The students all looked at Huang Yiliang, and only then did they realize that this guy had transferred from another major, which explained why he seemed out of place with them.
"Uh—! That's not how it's said," Huang Yiliang said awkwardly.
"Tell me, what was your initial motivation for wanting to become a director?" the mentor pressed relentlessly.
"Really?" Huang Yiliang asked tentatively.
"Speak! You must tell the truth." The tutor couldn't help but slam his hand on the table.
"Yes!" the classmates echoed.
"Uh—! I don't have such big ambitions, just a small wish." Huang Yiliang held up a tiny finger with hopeful eyes.
"I want to achieve freedom for female celebrities."
"Get out!" The mentor's face turned red.
"Eh—!"
Huang Yiliang was kicked out of his first class by his tutor.
The male students in the classroom were all filled with admiration.
Brother Liang is their mentor; he spoke their minds—they also wanted to test the waters with the female celebrities.
What serious director wouldn't want to give acting instructions to a female star in the middle of the night?
Only those scoundrels would be so morally corrupt as to give acting advice to male celebrities in the middle of the night. Disgusting, ugh!
None of the students in the classroom noticed that their tutor's gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were reminiscing about the past.
Everyone has a youthful phase.
Back then, his mentor asked him the same question.
He didn't dare say what was really on his mind, but instead shouted in a rather childish way: "In order to bring Chinese films to the world."
"Don't let that idiot Huang Yiliang influence you, he's hopeless."
"Look over here, everyone!"
The mentor clapped his hands and said, "A director is the creator and leader of a film or television work, and the term originated from playwrights."
Huang Yiliang was unable to hear his mentor's excellent lecture.
However, to his surprise, his mentor gave him extra tutoring for several years afterward, treating him like a personal disciple and teaching him knowledge that couldn't be learned from textbooks.