Rumors are like nails in a board, they will leave holes even after they are pulled out.
Although the rumor that Zhang Yuanjun brought money to join the group is no longer spread, many students no longer look at him as plainly as usual.
Yes, you, Zhang Yuanjun, did not respond to the rumors about bringing money into the group.
You’re not sure, but you’re not denying it either!
Otherwise, how can you explain the fact that Gui Hai stabbed you in the face?
Are you really a film school student named White Lotus?
Is this kind of role possible based on real materials?
There must be twists and turns inside.
But whether Zhang Yuanjun got this role through connections or bought it with money, in short, Zhang Yuanjun is no longer the Zhang Yuanjun in the eyes of his classmates.
Well-off family?
I believe you!
Everyone in the dormitory was fine. Zhang Yuanjun didn't take the initiative to confess, and they didn't ask too many questions. They still ate 2 yuan a bowl of noodles together. Zhu Yawen still wore Zhang Yuanjun's 150 yuan suit to pick up girls in Houhai, and Zhang Yuanjun still took it. Luo Jin typed on his second-hand notebook, and every night a group of people gathered together without knowing what to read. The topics of night chat were always which girl in school was pretty, scolding the teacher together, and bragging about what they would do if they became popular.
But people are different.
School is a small society, and art academies are more realistic.
Not only the class, but also the students at the upper and lower levels, especially the senior students, were extremely enthusiastic about Zhang Yuanjun.
Zhang Yuanjun is already popular among girls because of his reputation as the school's darling.
During this time, it was rumored that his family background was unusual.
That Zhang Yuanjun turned into a piece of Tang monk meat.
02 Biaoben is now in her sophomore year, and Liu Yifei plays the leading role, and Zhang Yuanjun is the second one.
It will definitely become popular in the future. This is the unanimous evaluation of him by his classmates.
On Monday, the roommates went out to drink and sing all night again last night, and today they skipped class together to catch up on sleep in the dormitory.
Zhang Yuanjun got up early and went to class alone with his textbook under his arm.
Sitting in the cafeteria, there was a bowl of hot tofu puffs, a fried dough stick, and a tea egg in front of me.
Zhang Yuanjun sat in the corner, missing the breakfast in his hometown very much:
"Now I need a bowl of greasy fried noodles, add meat, eggs, stir-fry with vegetables, it costs five yuan."
Just as he was thinking about it, a figure sat opposite Zhang Yuanjun with a dinner plate.
It was none other than Liu Yifei, who came back every twenty days to make up one day of classes.
"What are you thinking about?" Liu Yifei bought a bowl of white porridge and a small sesame seed cake.
Zhang Yuanjun told the truth: "I want to eat the fried noodles at home, but I still can't get used to the food in Beijing."
Liu Yifei was speechless: "It's been two years and you still haven't gotten used to it? Which family are you from? Your stomach is so delicate?"
Zhang Yuanjun ignored her teasing and said sternly: "To be honest, I don't like Beijing cuisine. Isn't there a saying that there is no delicious food in Beijing? It all depends on poverty. I think it makes sense."
You can't talk about this with Liu Yifei. She left Jiangcheng and went to the United States when she was young. Although she has no worries about food and drink, when it comes to taste, she is really not good at it. When I go out to eat with her, eight out of ten times it’s hot pot or barbecue.
"Nonsense, I think the food in Beijing is quite delicious." Liu Yifei tried to comment on the sesame seed cake in her hand, but was interrupted by another person before she could open her mouth:
"Yifei, Yuanjun, it's so early."
The visitor did not sit next to Liu Yifei, but sat on Zhang Yuanjun's right hand side, facing Liu Yifei.
"Climb." Liu Yifei was equally happy to see her friend, "You are so early too."
Jiang Yan brought a big pancake on her plate to Zhang Yuanjun: "Here, I'll treat you to it."
Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "Why do you invite me for no reason?"
"Thank you." Jiang Yan said, "I would have been scolded if you had not helped me in my line class last week." Then she turned to Liu Yifei and said:
"Yifei, you didn't even know that you were not here. Yuanjun was the only boy in the class who managed to memorize that very long sentence. Although I was staggering in reciting it, I managed to finish it. Thanks to Yuanjun behind his back. Pass me the words."
Liu Yifei's eyes gradually focused on her friend's mouth. She felt that the opening and closing of this mouth was a bit annoying, so she smiled and said: "If you don't get scolded, just treat someone to a fried cake."
Jiang Yan didn't hear the irony in it and thought Liu Yifei was giving her an assist, and then said: "If you can't do it with pancakes, I'll treat you to a big drink that night."
Zhang Yuanjun shook his head repeatedly: "The pancake is very good, it will satisfy your craving."
The three of them chatted while eating. Zhang Yuanjun ate quickly, finishing his breakfast in two bites and was about to eat the pancake Jiang Yan gave him.
When he looked up, he saw that Liu Yifei had only drank half a bowl of porridge and had finished eating the sesame cakes. He asked casually: "There is a physical education class this morning. Can you bear with such a small amount?"
"I'm full." Liu Yifei leaned back in her chair.
Zhang Yuanjun muttered and scolded Liu Yifei: "Waste of food."
Liu Yifei got excited: "Don't waste it, help me eat it." After saying that, she poured the remaining half bowl of porridge into Zhang Yuanjun's empty bowl of tofu porridge.
He also raised his eyebrows at Zhang Yuanjun: "Didn't you say you won't waste it? Just eat it." Completely ignoring Jiang Yan who was sitting next to Zhang Yuanjun.
Zhang Yuanjun looked at the girl in front of him, hesitated for a second, and then picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.
Then Liu Yifei started to collect Zhang Yuanjun's dinner plate and put her own plate under Zhang Yuanjun's: "Let's go to class."
There are still many people who stay in school for classes in their freshman and sophomore years. From film school to their junior year, most of them go out to run groups to look for opportunities.
Today's bodybuilding class 02 was very honorable to the teacher. Twenty-five people came and only less than ten people were absent.
Professor Zong Dexin divided the students into groups: "Today we will practice national standard Latin. Zhang Yuanjun, you and Liu Yifei will be in a group."
Professor Zong's grouping aroused dissatisfaction among the other girls in the class. There were few boys in class today, and they also wanted to dance with Zhang Yuanjun.
Professor Zong explained: "It's not like you haven't danced with Zhang Yuanjun before. He is too tall. You stand like a little chicken in front of him. It's so ugly. Liu Yifei is tall and has dance skills before. It's best to dance with Zhang Yuanjun." look."
Some girls complained about Zhang Yuanjun: "Why are you so tall?"
Zhang Yuanjun spread his hands: "I can't help it, my parents gave it to me."
"Alright, separate into groups and go change clothes. We'll start in ten minutes."
Latin needs to show the physical beauty of male and female dancers, especially the curves of female dancers.
Zhang Yuanjun is fine, but to be honest, 17-year-old Liu Yifei doesn't have any curvaceous figure even if she puts on a Latin dance tight skirt.
As we said in the dormitory night chat, Liu Yifei didn't have a lot of meat on her body, so she couldn't get anything she wanted. She was too dry.
But Latin dance is passionate and unrestrained, and the dance is charming and unrestrained. There are many intimate movements between the dance partners, such as touching each other and crotch movements.
For acting students, liberating one's nature is a basic lesson, so you don't have to be shy when dancing.
At the end of the song, Zhang Yuanjun put his arms around Liu Yifei's waist, and their two faces almost touched each other.
Liu Yifei looked up at her dance partner. She could clearly feel Zhang Yuanjun's breath blowing on her eyelashes.
Zhang Yuanjun was in good condition today and was immersed in it. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at his dance partner. He could clearly feel Liu Yifei's breath blowing on his lips.
