Compared with the marking teachers, the music instructors had a better impression of Fang Zhao, and they gave fair marks in the re-examination. They didn't know Fang Zhao, but they believed in Xue Jing and Mo Lang.
The final ranking of the re-examination is based on the comprehensive score, and there is no interview, because it is unnecessary. Those who can go to the re-examination stage and can be picked out by the grading teachers, most of them are familiar people, not to mention the interview, even if the identity information of the examination paper is hidden, these masters can guess which genre it is by scanning the examination paper. Which peer taught it.
The interview is of little significance, and gradually this step is omitted.
The first class was also the first time these masters observed Fang Zhao up close.
"He's a good seedling, and he has his own style."
"This time, this little family was nominated for the Galaxy Star Award."
"Huh? He was the one who was specially recommended?"
"When you said that, I also remembered that in the special recommendation list, there seems to be a person named Fang Zhao."
"Xue Jing didn't mention this to him?"
"Old Xue doesn't mention it, there must be his consideration, let's not meddle in other business, don't tell Fang Zhao first."
Fang Zhao, who was sitting in the classroom: "..." I have heard it.
The Galaxy Award, the highest honor in the art world, is not one of them.
The Star Award is a category under the Galaxy Award, which rewards young artists with sufficient artistic contributions, not only music, but also other art-related categories such as painting, dancing, and performing arts.
In the new century, people in their 40s and 50s can still be considered young, and most of the artists who have won the Star Award are artists of this age.
Being nominated is not necessarily the final winner, but getting nominated in your twenties is quite rare.
It's just that Fang Zhao doesn't understand, what does "specially recommended" mean
Regardless of commercial value, only artistic contribution, Fang Zhao is definitely not comparable to those artists in their 40s and 50s who have been famous for many years.
This is equivalent to taking a special channel, or jumping in line, but these academic masters are not disgusted by this, and there must be enough reasons for them to be unable to refute.
The Galaxy Award focuses on contribution, not commercial use. Even if it is an excellent work, it is impossible to be nominated without a sufficient number and accumulation of artistic achievements.
Contribution, especially recommended…
Fang Zhao's heart moved.
"A Hundred Years of Destruction" Four Movements, Hull Virus!
The four movements of "One Hundred Years of Destruction" composed by Fang Zhao opened the door to conquer the Hull virus. Now, four or five years have passed, with the more systematic treatment plan being determined, the treatment effect is remarkable, and Mingye's recovery is quite good. People are not much different.
If it is because of this reason that it was "specially recommended" and nominated for the Star Award, then the Hull virus, even if it is not completely conquered, is definitely not far from being completely conquered.
Only in this way can the value of the four movements of "One Hundred Years of Destruction" be determined, and can these academic masters be willing to allow this queue-cutting "special recommendation"!
For five years, the authoritative art institution has been suppressing no major movement, so it turned out to be here!
In this way, it is indeed considered a major artistic contribution, and it is still cross-border, enough for the judges to make an exception.
To understand the key, Fang Zhao was happy, not because of the nomination of the Star Award, but because there was a solution to this disease that originated in the era of extinction. He did not expect such a contribution when he created it.
Anyway, it's a good thing.
Since the masters didn't plan to tell him now, Fang Zhao still pretended not to hear it.
After the first day of class, when Fang recalled to the dormitory, he saw Yan Biao and Zuo Yu squatting at the door waiting.
Fang Zhao signed them up for an artist bodyguard training class to let them know the various situations that bodyguards may encounter in the entertainment industry and various professional coping methods, and how other people's bodyguards work.
In this regard, neither Yan Biao nor Zuo Yu have any objections, and they are very happy. Fang Zhao is willing to enroll them in classes for them to study, and he must keep them for a long time.
excited! It's great not to be fired!
The two were very active and assured Fang Zhao that they would come and report every few days. Today they are here to report the progress of the study.
In the past, Zuo Yu and Yan Biao were too busy. In addition to Fang Zhao's ability, they were also inexperienced. Many things were left to them. It would be more efficient for Fang Zhao to do it himself. Now I have been in the training class for a few days, and it is still effective. I have realized many shortcomings, and it is better than their self-study. It is indeed Huangzhou's professional bodyguard training class, which is worthy of the high tuition fees.
In order to prove that they were serious in class, the two also took notes and checked them together when they reported.
When Fang Zhao came, Will next door also came back. Before entering the dormitory, he stared at Fang Zhao for a while, frowning.
After entering the dormitory, Yan Biao couldn't help but say, "Boss, your neighbor..." Is he sick
Yan Biao didn't say the second half of the sentence. He felt that the person next door looked at Fang Zhao strangely, like a voyeur. But in this way, it is not good to say that an artist is ill based on guesswork, so he stopped after only half a sentence.
"I asked him, he wants to draw me, but he can't draw it for the time being, so he needs to observe it for a while." Fang Zhao already knew the reason from Will. In fact, he didn't quite understand why Will said he couldn't draw it. He, however, the painter has the idea of a painter, but he only occasionally stares for a longer time. Fang Zhao won't care about him for this trivial matter.
After reporting on the work and checking the notes, Yan Biao suddenly asked: "Boss, do you need assistants? I have a comrade-in-arms who started development in Huangzhou after he retired. He has a good understanding of the entertainment industry. He is also lively, attentive and knowledgeable. something."
Fang Zhao nodded and said, "Tell me."
Yan Biao was overjoyed and explained the situation of the teammate.
"That teammate's name is Nanfeng, Nanfeng from the southeast, northwest wind. He used to be a member of the sentinel team of 23rd Sentinel. He was also a sharpshooter. Unfortunately, his left eye was injured during an operation. At that time, Baijixing was still a poor place with limited medical conditions. , delayed the treatment, later retired and returned to the home planet, received treatment at the military hospital, changed a prosthetic eye, and then went to Huangzhou to work hard with the retirement fund given by the local government and the retirement fee given by the army."
Because he has not made great achievements and is not old enough in the military, Nan Feng doesn't get much discharge from the army. He has worked as a bodyguard for others, and he has also worked in the production crew. He is talkative, smart enough, and can handle things. Compared with most people, he has actually gotten along pretty well these years.
Last month, Nanfeng used the money he had accumulated over the years to replace himself with a high-level smart left eye. Now, he is struggling again and is looking for a new job. He didn't expect to meet Yan Biao on the street.
After listening to Yan Biao's story about Nanfeng, Fang Zhao had a general understanding: "I don't have class tomorrow afternoon. Ask him if he has time over there. I'll see you."
"Yes, yes! He is idle!" Yan Biao said quickly.
"Then at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, at your rented apartment."
"Ah?" Yan Biao was stunned for a while, "Why do you need to come over in person, boss, I'll bring him here."
"No, I'll go for a walk."
Now that Fang Zhao has decided, Yan Biao will not say more. After reporting the work for today and leaving, he will notify Nanfeng.
"Thank you, Captain!" Nan Feng was very excited.
I met the former captain of the sentinel on the street. I originally learned that Yan Biao was forced to retire after breaking his leg in the terrorist attack. But knowing Yan Biao's current job, Nan Feng almost fell to his knees.
He also wants to be such a high-paying salted fish!
However, he also understands that if he really does not want to make progress and is willing to be a salted fish, he will stay for a long time.
Nanfeng is confident. He brings tea and water, drives and cooks, walks dogs and feeds rabbits, handles interpersonal relationships, and is always on call. He is really versatile.
Moreover, listening to what Yan Biao said, he guessed that Fang Zhao should be easy to get along with, as long as he does his job well, he will not be made difficult.
"Don't thank me, thank you after you pass the boss's level. Come over early tomorrow, don't let the boss wait." Yan Biao said.
"No, I'll go right now!" Nan Feng was very excited, "I still have a lot of questions to ask you, Captain, and I have to inquire about the boss's preferences, so that I can do things well, Captain, my future depends on you!"
"...Okay, come on, come on."
When Nanfeng passed by, he bought a lot of barbecue and some snacks, and brought a few cans of beer.
"Don't drink the wine." Yan Biao said.
Zuo Yu also agreed: "It will be bad if the boss comes over tomorrow and smells alcohol."
Cannibalism is short, Zuo Yu also mentioned some details to the person who might become his colleague, and asked, "By the way, are you good at drinking?"
"Hey, don't worry about this! Don't look at my size, but I am good at drinking. If I participate in a dinner party in the future, I can also help the boss to stop drinking!" Nan Feng said with a smile.
"Your eyeball is worthy of being a high-end product. It looks no different from the original one." Zuo Yu looked at Nanfeng's new left eye curiously. He could see the subtle difference up close, but he couldn't see it from a distance. .
"Of course, more than 10 million. It took me seven years to save enough." Nan Feng was very satisfied with his new eyeballs.
The development of science and technology in the new century has brought benefits to some disabled people, such as Yan Biao's legs and Nanfeng's eyes.
"Can you see through? The one on the opposite side of the wall?" Zuo Yu asked.
"How can it be! There are restrictions on such functions for civilian use, and I don't want to change so many functions. As long as it doesn't affect my eyesight, it's enough."
"It's so expensive with few functions?" Zuo Yu was surprised.
"No way, you get what you pay for. Poor quality will affect the place after a long time." Nan Feng pointed to his head, "There is a risk of becoming an idiot."
"Then your new eyeballs don't have other additional functions?" Yan Biao asked.
"Of course there is!" Nan Feng approached, "Look at my eyes!"
Then, the color of the iris of Nanfeng's left eye gradually changed from white to red, then to yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, and then turned into pure black like a ghost.
"Look, Promise Coloring!"
Yan Biao: "..."
Zuo Yu opened his mouth, still feeling that silence is better. This member of Yan Biao is really lively.
Nan Feng adjusted his pure black eyes back to normal. Seeing Yan Biao sitting there with no expression, he patted his chest: "I know better than you how to be an artist's assistant. Don't worry about this captain!"
"No, I'm just reminding you that our boss is a little different, and we can't look at it according to the standards of other celebrities in the entertainment industry." Yan Biao said.
"How different?" Nanfeng asked.
Yan Biao didn't answer immediately, but asked, "Have you seen the Yanzhou chapter of Genesis?"
"I just started watching it yesterday, and I just saw the fifth season." Nanfeng is not from Yanzhou, and has not watched the Yanzhou chapter before. This time, it was because he wanted to apply for Fang Zhao's assistant, so he temporarily changed the show, but it was just dancing. I watched it, I only watched the clip of You Fang Zhao, it can also be used for flattery at that time.
"Our boss's single-player combat effectiveness is actually no different from the one in the play." Yan Biao said.
Nan Feng looked at Zuo Yu as if asking for evidence with a "You're making fun of me" expression on his face.
Zuo Yu nodded seriously, then raised his finger and pointed at himself, nodded at Yan Biao, and finally pointed at Nanfeng and said to him: "Believe it or not, if we add up the three of us with bare hands, the boss can still beat the three of us out. Shit."
Nanfeng: Shivering.
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