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9. We meet again

Zhuang Sheng sighed.

I am most likely confused and am thinking about something messy in broad daylight.

Forced himself to come back to his senses and focus on the shooting scene in front of him. Xia Dapai flew into the sky again. It would be great if he could touch Miss Lou's waist...

She stayed up until lunch break in a daze and agreed to Qiuqiu's new crew "The Grandpa Momoda" for "Traveling through the Harem Special Forces: The Grandpa Momoda". But she didn't press the weight on the other party, and was still thinking about other ways of retreat in her heart.

In recent years, everyone knows that the entertainment industry makes money and wants to make money. Whether it is only one in ten thousand or even one in ten thousand, it is possible to become the glamorous stars outside, and sharpen their heads and go in. Needless to say, the unspoken rules have become clear rules that everyone knows. Those with a slightly worse appearance will have to hit the south wall for several years before they can turn back. Some of them persist, but those who persist may not succeed, and they will still be empty in the end.

Zhuang Sheng once heard a small person in charge of the Actors Union say that the supply of extras is already oversupply, and many people will have no work all day and can only waste it. In order for those people to live, they will try to arrange a show for each person every day so that they will not have no wages to pay. However, it is becoming increasingly difficult to achieve this point. Now they can only do their best to do their jobs and depend on their own luck.

Zhuang Sheng has an outstanding appearance, so he can join a large-scale investment crew like "Bi Luo" and is also a background sister of the heroine. She and Qiu Qiu also have a general term called a special actor, that is, a special extra. Men are over 175 and women are over 165, and those with good image are preferred. The male role is generally a palace guard, soldier, eunuch, general, and female roles are palace maids, maids, and the female roles are the same sisters of the heroine Zhuang Sheng and Qiu Qiu now. They are all required to have a good image and good temperament. They are selected from one in a hundred to compete for jobs. Otherwise, in the extra market that provides more than good quality and low price, why should they get a "high salary" of 200 per day?

This world is so cruel. In this small film and television city extras, it is enough to see a vast world.

When Zhuang Sheng finished work and returned home, there were still crews in the entire film and television city. In the hot summer, he was lying on the ground in winter clothes and moving and playing the role of a corpse. His face was gray and black, and his body was covered in wet mud. The lucky man in the war, whose original face was not visible, came from the three-story building with brothel plaques in her invisible houses. Most brothel women were extras, and they would have extra salaries because of nakedness and exposed bodies. The amount of extra nakedness and the degree of intimacy with customers affected their "extra" size.

The type of extras who make money should be the fastest. Zhuang Sheng passed by that small building countless times and stopped here many times. As long as she took on a job like this for a month or two, she could save enough money to do what she wanted to do.

But until the crew at the door took the initiative to come forward to talk to her, she didn't say a word, pretending to be passing by and fleeing.

She was like a wandering soul, like every day before, she dragged her tired body through the film and television city, and the people coming and going around her were people like her. She was like a drop of water melting into the river and the sea, and disappeared in a flash.

Zhuang Sheng left the film and television city, took out a neatly stacked advertisement sheet from his pocket and expanded it. He entered the address on the advertisement sheet into the map and navigated it in his mobile phone, followed the route displayed above, and then moved to the subway to the bus, and arrived at the destination - xx Night School.

The advertisement list was something she saw accidentally last month. At that time, her chaotic mind suddenly became clear like the Monkey King who was awakened by Bodhi Patriarch, as if a drowning person had seized the life-saving straw. Every young man who was willful and impulsive and did not like to study often only after entering society can he realize the importance of education. If you want to apply for a job, you must use the paper that has received four or more years of higher education in exchange for job opportunities.

When she was a teenager, she thought that learning was the hardest thing in the world. She could not finish the formulas, and could not solve the questions she could not understand after memorizing them. She had all kinds of English letters like Doudou, and no one could recognize each other. She also squatted on the flower bed of the school with her friends, mocking the students with heavy schoolbags on her back. What's the use of studying? She made herself so tired every day, and her glasses were almost as thick as a book. It was said in xx that those who studied would work for those who did not study after they were studying, and then gave up on themselves in such self-ansthesia.

The hardships she thought were just the only thing she had to do was to support her with a corner of the sky that the queen wanted to bear, so insignificant.

Actually, what is the hard work of studying? Compared to making a living.

Zhuang Sheng's eyes heated up and almost turned red. Her eyes looked at the sky that was already dark late in summer. There were already scattered stars in the sky, emitting light that was projected to the earth billions of years ago.

She took a few deep breaths and adjusted her emotions.

The night school class is 7:30 pm, and now 7:10 pm, students come one after another. These students are different from what Zhuang Sheng has seen before. They are very old, with young people who look only in their twenties like her, and young people in their thirties and forties, occasionally mixed with two gray hair. Among them are smiling, but very few, most of them show fatigue on their faces and walk into the door silently. Needless to say, those people must have experienced a day of hard work.

It is impossible to say that Zhuang Sheng is not touched. Seeing these people look very different from when she was in school, she instinctively gave up first. Do she want to be like these people? Dragging her tired body from work to night school, and going home in class until she goes home in the middle of the night, like a top that can't stop, it may not be rewarded.

I heard that her adult self-study diploma is highly recognized by society and is not as good as a top student in a full-time university. I heard that... After getting the advertisement list, she searched a lot of information online, but so many people heard it could not stop her from stepping into this place. She had no other way. This is her only way out at this stage.

The person in charge who was in contact with the person in charge, probably the position of academic affairs director, made an appointment with the other party's office. She asked while walking and knocked on the other party's office door.

"Hello." After knocking on the door, I got permission and pushed the door open and entered.

"Hello." The other party took off his eyes from the bridge of his nose. A middle-aged woman in her forties, with a triangular eye and a hooked nose. She looked a little fierce, but she spoke very politely, with her hands on the chair opposite her, "Please sit."

Zhuang Sheng bowed at her, got up again, and sat down: "I am the one I made an appointment with you at noon today, my surname is Zhuang."

"I know, Miss Zhuang."

"I want to ask, how do our school teach and what majors are there?" Zhuang Sheng rubbed his palms with his pants and said almost indescribable, "How are they charged?"

The Academic Affairs Director handed over a brochure from the other end, with black letters on the blue background. It felt quite thick to the touch and looked very formal. Zhuang Sheng said thank you and looked carefully and carefully.

The academic director introduced her to her as she opened it: "We mainly cultivate technical talents. Now, according to the employment prospects, liberal arts and English, commerce, law, management, and science computers are all popular... Then, based on their previous academic qualifications, the registration methods and degrees that can be chosen are different. Let's take the liberty to ask, what academic qualifications did you have before your job?"

"I studied in high school for two years and then stopped studying." Zhuang Sheng replied, her head hanging down very low. She was ashamed to speak out in this imperial capital where there were many students in this university, with master's degree everywhere.

"That's a junior high school degree." said the academic director.

Zhuang Sheng nodded, and his shame and embarrassment quickly hung her head to the ground.

Like all metropolises, Beijing is a paradise and a hell. Under its bright and beautiful appearance, there are countless people like Zhuang Sheng who are dormant in the shadows. The academic director has seen so many times that he is too lazy to comfort him. This is what they will feel no matter what, and it is incompatible with this highly developed city.

The academic director told her official business about the major she could choose for her academic qualifications, what should she prepare, the school’s teaching methods, teacher resources, etc. The quiet girl opposite kept listening slowly, and asked her for a note at the beginning.

The Academic Affairs Director took a sip of water and looked at the clock on the wall. It was two minutes after she finished speaking. The person opposite him kept saying nothing, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I want to ask the teacher," Zhuang Sheng raised his head from the brochure that was turned to the bottom and said, "Don't you have a major in film and television performance?"

Academic Affairs Director: “…”

Ten minutes later, Zhuang Sheng returned to the school gate, and his heart was filled with confusion again.

"Film and TV Performance? That's a major that only professional art colleges can offer, such as Beijing's Capital Film Academy, Capital Drama Academy, Capital Communication University, etc., in other places, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen. There are also some art colleges who may teach this in each province and provincial capital. They are recruited through the college entrance examination, and film and television performances generally do not appear in night school majors."

"Do you want to learn film and television performances and want to be a star?" The Academic Affairs Director didn't show anything on his face, but his eyes were full of contempt and ridicule, laughing at her overestimating her abilities and ambitions. "Even if there is a night school, I'll be honest and say that you are at your age, it's better to be an extra, and the chance is still better."

I'm the extra!

Zhuang Sheng wanted to choke back, but in the end he didn't say anything. His lips moved twice, bowed and said thank you, and said goodbye.

I didn't eat at night and couldn't feel hungry anymore. Zhuang Sheng walked slowly on the street. "Bao--" and there was a horn behind her, and she gave way to the roadside.

"Bao-Bao-Bao-Bao-Bao-Bao-Bao-Bao-

The sound of the horn is persevering.

Zhuang Sheng turned around and faced a familiar face wearing sunglasses. Lou Ningzhi drove the sports car out of speed. He opened the shirt in front of him twice, and a small piece of white skin could be seen on the side.

Zhuang Sheng felt like a pervert. Every time he saw the other person, either looking at his waist, legs, collarbone, or chest, hands, did he not? He had to look at someone else's? She looked down at her chest and felt silent.

...It's really better to look at her than to look at herself.

The young girl held the steering wheel in one hand and casually hit the car door with the other hand. Her slender fingers were jumping in the night, as if there was a piano with black and white keys under her hands, beating pleasant notes.

The moonlight flows like notes, Lou Ningzhi is born with the ability to make people feel better, and the world behind him will be bright as soon as he smiles.

She said, "Didi, Didi, Didi?"

She said, "Hey, I went to the crew today, did you see me? I waved my hand with you for a long time and you didn't even look at me. After all, I... nothing is fine, you didn't hear what you said just now."

She said: "The same is true for my sister. She is not fast when she should be fast, and she is not fast when she should be fast, so I can't tell you a word."

She said, "Why are you here? I'm going to the bar in front to get together with my friends. Do you want to be with me? I'll treat you."

She said, "I've had a lot of pops. I haven't asked you what your name is, what's your name?"

Zhuang Sheng couldn't bear it and quickly picked an answer to interrupt her. He held a gentle smile that she had never noticed before, and said clearly: "Zhuang Sheng, my name is Zhuang Sheng."

The ignorant lady laughed: "Why don't you call a butterfly?"

Zhuang Sheng: "????"

"Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng is confused about butterflies, Li Shangyin's "Jinse", a textbook for the first year of high school, Jinse is fifty-strings, one string and one pillar are all thought of Huanian." The young lady who finally could show off her smiled and said, "You are not educated, haha."

She just joked that this poem was familiar, and almost no one could recite it. Even her friends who were not studying could recite it.

Then she saw a tingling forbearance flashing in the eyes of the woman with a gentle expression in front of her. The smile on her face gradually could not be maintained, and it fell to the corner of her mouth, becoming a bitter smile.

The night is as cool as water.

She seemed to see the woman in front of her with thorns erected around her, hiding her vivid self into the deepest part, making her a little stunned for no reason.
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