"Really?" Su Ze didn't expect the unexpected turn of events, and said eagerly: "Do you agree?"
"Listen to me first." Seeing that Su Minghua still wanted to object, Qin Jinfeng said first, "We can stop his decision today, but we will definitely regret it for the rest of our lives in the future. Believe it or not?"
Su Minghua opened his mouth, and when he saw Su Ze's dead duck on the shelf, he could only sigh and said: "You continue."
Qin Jinfeng pulled Su Ze to the desk, walked to her husband's side, and said with a serious face: "You are an adult and have your own decisions and dreams. As a parent, you should support them."
"One year!"
"We agreed to give you one year to work hard to pursue your so-called dream!"
Su Ze was a little confused and said, "What do you mean?"
"If you can really get admitted to an art school next year, then study hard in the acting major and realize your dream seriously. Four years of college is your dream chasing time."
"But if you fail..."
"I understand!" Su Ze took a deep breath, faced his parents, and formally promised: "Repeat your studies for another year, give up your so-called dreams, and do business well to inherit the family business!"
"A gentleman's word!"
"It's hard to chase the horse!"
The scene in front of him made Su Minghua extremely bitter. Is the billions I have earned so hard so hot?
Looking at Su Ze's leaving figure, Qin Jinfeng suddenly smiled and said, "You are right to listen to me, right?"
"Huh, there's nothing to be happy about. It's not that I have to go to an art school." Su Minghua's face returned to calmness and he said dissatisfied: "It's just a waste of a year."
"Forget it, your son has the same temper as someone else." Qin Jinfeng picked up the ginseng tea that had gone cold and said jokingly: "The stones in the pit are smelly and hard!"
"Hey, that's it." Why didn't Su Minghua know this? Poor parents in the world, if they weren't afraid that their sons would blame them for the rest of their lives, why would they waste time on this drama?
"Okay, okay, it's just a repeat year." Qin Jinfeng comforted: "I heard that the threshold for China National Theater and Beijing Film Academy is very high. Last year, more than 30,000 people took the exam and only 200 were admitted."
"Dreams are dreams. No matter how good our son is, he can't compete with others. He comes from a primary school class. What can he say if he fails the exam?"
Su Minghua shook his head and stood up. This result had been planned for a long time. In fact, he didn't think it was so easy to get into the so-called art school.
Of course, there must be little tricks. When the time comes, the little bastard will be forced to apply for the Beijing Film Academy of China Film and Television, hmph!
After hesitating for a moment, he finally said: "Let's find out where the best art training class is."
"You!" Qin Jinfeng laughed and scolded: "You have a sharp mouth but a soft heart."
"Don't worry, it has been arranged a long time ago. I heard that many of the teachers there are graduates of China National Theater and Beijing Film Academy. Two candidates were admitted last year. I will go and see for myself tomorrow."
Seeing his wife going out, Su Minghua let out a long sigh. He knew his son was like a father. Although he scolded him, he watched his son fail as a father...
"Ginger is still spicy when you are old." When he came to the room and slowly thought about it, Su Ze shook his head helplessly. He simply provoked himself to issue a military order. He was still too young.
Thinking about the pocket money I have accumulated in the past two years, eight or nine hundred thousand should be able to find a good teacher, right?
Looking at the room full of movie materials, recalling my childhood dreams, I said to myself: "I will not give up!"
"Sensing strong emotional fluctuations, the actor training system is starting..."
"Lock the host!"
Before Su Ze could react, his head suddenly hurt violently, as if something had forced its way into it.
But the next second the pain disappeared instantly, as if nothing happened?
"Is this the end?" Su Ze came back to his senses, his face full of confusion. As a good young man who has been tortured by Internet articles, he has never dreamed about grandpa, system, main god, template, fantasy world, but...
Your system is not good.
Frightened in seconds!
Take a deep breath, concentrate, your eyes blur, your soul seems to be pulled away, and you instantly come to an inexplicable space.
"Actor Training System Starts"
"Host Identity Lock"
"Do you want to start a training session?"
"Is it so simple and straightforward?" Su Ze looked at the empty so-called space. Where is the majestic ancient gate?
What about the shocking Kowloon Coffin?
Where is the peerless strong man who has turned the world upside down?
At the very least, let’s have a commentator who is the most beautiful lady in the country, okay?
"Is the system here?"
"Do you want to start a training session?"
"The golden finger is great, could you please give me a tutorial for beginners?"
"Do you want to start a training session?"
"Gift package for newbies? Entry lottery?"
"Do you want to start a training session?"
"You!" After countless attempts, I finally couldn't help but want to curse. I suddenly remembered a book I had read. Will some unscrupulous systems self-destruct?
"Start training!" Grit your teeth and stamp your feet, I will fight with you!
"Since the host's acting skills are too low, we must start from the introductory course and reach 90% every time to pass the assessment."
"The first course is being unlocked"
"The first lesson of performance without physical objects"
"Make dumplings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally empty space suddenly changed. A table and chairs, flour, a basin, a rolling pin, a kitchen knife, a chopping board appeared in front of Su Ze...
And a bowl full of minced meat?
"Fuck, it's really stuffed with chives!" Su Ze picked up the chopsticks, picked them up, smelled them, and cursed: "Didn't you say there was no real performance?"
"Since the host has not yet mastered this skill, please master it first before performing without physical objects."
"The three-hour countdown begins!"
Su Ze: "..."
Five minutes...ten minutes...twenty minutes...
"You're cruel!" Su Ze finished petrifying, and finally realized what it means to be unable to pinch the thigh with his arms. He could only silently start to enjoy the protagonist's first training, the legendary...
Make dumplings!
"time's up!"
"Rating thirty-nine!"
"The host is not proficient in the skill, please try again!"
"Wtf!" Su Ze looked at the various weird-shaped so-called noodles on the chopping board, felt the evil fire in his hands that were shaking for three hours, picked up the kitchen knife and said angrily: "#@%￥&*%￥#"
He stopped scolding until he was out of breath, and the system upgrade sound finally sounded in his ears: "Does the host continue to master this skill?"