Superstars of Tomorrow

Yanbei City Cadre Rest Center.

Mrs. Fang has been going out less often in the past few days, and often stays at home to check the news on the Internet and pay attention to the affairs of the Carol Film and Television Festival.

Before Fang Zhao went to the Carole Islands, Mrs. Fang sent him a message——

"Take more pictures of the scenery over there. I heard that the Carol Islands are beautiful."

Then, Fang Zhaozhen only took a landscape photo and sent it over, not even a person.

Mrs. Fang suffocated and blew on his beard, "Don't young people like to take selfies? Don't the photos posted by celebrities on the Internet come from all angles? Why is this kid different from others? Who does this character look like?" !"

As he spoke, he glanced at the old lady, and then continued to sigh.

No one can be seen in the photo, who is he showing the bare landscape photo to! If you really want to see the scenery, can't you just search it online?

After getting sullen, Mrs. Fang sent another message to Fang Zhao: "Xiao Zhao, when you take pictures, include yourself in the picture, and take more pictures with people."

After that, Mrs. Fang finally got a satisfactory photo.

"Hey, my Xiaozhao's photos are really good-looking. With this spirit, I wish I could smile more... Oh, I also went fishing. This fish is also good, it looks delicious..."

The old lady put on her glasses and leaned over to watch together, "I thought film and television festivals were all about walking the red carpet, but I didn't expect to go fishing. Look at this place, is it a fishing ground built on the sea?"

Some of the photos Fang Zhao sent were panoramic photos, which clearly captured the surrounding area.

"And this one, I took it while diving. It's indeed a coral island, so beautiful!" Mrs. Fang raised his hand and marked this photo. He had to choose a few and share it with everyone in the group later. share.

After flipping through the photos and sharing them in the group, Mrs. Fang started counting the days with his fingers again, "The awards ceremony is not here yet, why do I feel like it's passing so slowly?"

Mrs. Fang is nervous.

Can you not be nervous?

"I don't know if Xiao Zhao can win the award this time."

Although he saw that many people on the Internet said that Fang Zhao had a high chance of winning the prize this time, they didn't say anything absolutely, and they had no way of knowing what the final result would be.

"This kind of film and television art awards like to play this kind of tricks. Everything is not announced until the end. If it is as good as the Galaxy Awards, everything will be decided in advance. In the end, you only need to go on stage to present an award." Not a day Seeing the result, Mrs. Fang kept thinking about it.

"Our Xiaozhao Newcomer Award and the Best Supporting Actor Award are both shortlisted. According to what those people said on the Internet, we should be able to win one, right?" The old lady was also not sure.

"Which is more important, the Newcomer Award or the Supporting Actor Award?" Mrs. Fang posted a question on the Internet, and there were various answers. It is said that the supporting role award is just a foil, it is a model worker award, and the sense of existence is low. He didn't even know which one was right. Anyway, after all, compared with the best actor award or something, it's not enough.

Thinking about it this way, Old Master Fang felt even more depressed. He has this kind of mentality. Seeing that his children feel good everywhere, he hopes to get the best affirmation. But everything does not develop according to personal wishes.

The old lady didn't understand this either, and she didn't pay attention to it before. If it wasn't for Fang Zhao, she wouldn't have paid attention to the entertainment industry at all, let alone any awards.

"Actually, compared with the Galaxy Star Award, these are not worth enough." The old lady said.

"That's right!" Mrs. Fang's mood suddenly became much more refreshed. "We have won the Galaxy Star Award, the Newcomer Award and the Supporting Actor Award. Of course it's good if we can win it. If we don't get it, we don't have to worry about it."

Just as I was talking, a courier arrived.

In an instant, Mrs. Fang forgot about the Newcomer Award and the Supporting Actor Award, stood up from the chair awkwardly, threw aside his crutches, and ran to the door while stepping on his slippers.

"The things from Xiao Zhao have arrived!"

Looking at the boxes, Mrs. Fang was not in a hurry to unpack them. He took a photo first, then unpacked the boxes, took another photo, and sent it to the rest house group:

"My Xiaozhao sent me something again [Picture] [Picture] [Picture], alas, young people are like this, how many times have I told him not to waste money! How long will it take for the two of us to send so much! And What about the fish he caught in Carol, really, when others go to the film and television festival to walk the red carpet, he is better off, he hides and goes fishing, look at him as a star..."

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On Carol Island, Fang Zhao has already returned to the hotel from the small island, sent out all the things he bought, and brought back some snacks from the small island to Nanfeng and the others.

After putting away the newly bought feed, Fang Zhao looked at the "rabbit" in the water tank. As soon as the little thing came back, his spirits immediately cheered up, and he ate up all the feed he put in ten minutes ago.

Knocking on the wall of the water tank, Fang Zhao watched the little thing's "ears" float up and swing in the water again, leaving a message for Ren Hong to buy more feed.

In the next few days, Fang Zhao would occasionally go out to watch a few movies, and spend the rest of his time writing papers and creating in the hotel room.

Nan Feng, Zuo Yu, and Yan Biao each took a bag of snacks and sat side by side on the balcony.

"Boss doesn't plan to go out today."

"What are we going to do next?" Yan Biao felt that the skills he had learned in the training class hadn't been brought into play, and he felt that he was useless. It was a pity that he was here to eat grilled fish fillets with a high salary!

"I'll go out to collect information later, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, the boss said you can move freely." Nanfeng threw a piece of grilled fish into his mouth. When he met such a boss, he couldn't do anything except compromise. Originally, it was planned to arrange for Fang Zhao to go to the premiere red carpet of various event venues to brush his face, but now it seems that those are not needed.

Is the red carpet more important than the thesis?

If Nanfeng dared to ask Fang Zhao this question, he would not want to be an assistant.

"Zuo Yu, what are we doing today?" Yan Biao asked.

"Fuck paparazzi." Zuo Yu pointed outside, "Those two Yu Ji who have been staring at us for a few days, when they go out to smoke later, they will drag the bathroom to communicate."

Yan Biao nodded, "Okay!" Anyway, his hands were itchy.

In the room, Fang Zhao sent a finished paper to Professor Carter, the responsible tutor of the advanced training class.

Drux Carter, the composer and arranger instructor of the Twelve Laws Advanced Class, is also Mo Lang's first disciple, and is very prestigious in Huangzhou Art Academy.

Before receiving Fang Zhao's paper, Professor Carter was chatting with an old friend about the Carol Film and Television Festival.

"Aren't you coming here this year?" the person on the other side of the video asked.

"No, we have nothing to do. In the past year, I have not worked with any film except "Genesis." Professor Carter sat in the office of Huangzhou Art Academy, flipping through the list of shortlisted this year, and casually replied road. Although he also participated in the soundtrack work in "Genesis", he was not shortlisted, and he knew that Mo Lang was there, and they all had to step aside. Judging from those shortlisted this year, the other shortlisted were just accompanying them.

"Then, will Mr. Mo go to the awards ceremony this year? His old man's ending song for "Genesis" has a ninety-nine percent chance of winning!" asked the other side again.

"The old man hasn't participated in this kind of film and television festival awards ceremony for many years. Except for the Galaxy Awards, he doesn't go to any other activities. His health can't keep up, and he doesn't like to join in the fun anymore." As a big disciple, Carter still I know Mo Lang very well.

"I thought that the old man valued "Genesis" and lived in Weixing with the crew for so long, maybe he would pay special attention to it?"

Carter thought for a while, "It makes sense. But I haven't received any news. If the old man wants to attend the awards ceremony, he will definitely confirm the itinerary in advance."

"It's normal for the old man not to go. It's not uncommon for him to win prizes and get soft hands."

While talking, Carter received a paper from Fang Zhao.

This made Carter very surprised, and he quickly scanned the first two pages of the paper without caring about answering the old friend on the communication side.

"What?" Seeing Carter raising his eyebrows, he asked.

"I read two pages of the thesis just sent by Fang Zhao. Although I haven't finished reading it, I can tell that it is a high-quality thesis. According to the standards of our advanced training class, I think it should have an A+ level."

"So tall?! Didn't that kid go to the film and television festival? Does he have time to think about his thesis?"

"More than that, he just sent a message saying that there is another paper being written." Having said this, the smile on Carter's face deepened. As a teacher, he certainly hoped that the students would focus more on music, "When he asked for leave, I was worried that he would go to the film and television festival and be swayed by the glitz of the entertainment industry. I didn't expect that he could still calm down." Let's work on the thesis."

"There are not many young people who can do this, and it's no wonder that he was able to pass the Twelve Laws of the Imperial Arts at this age."

"Fang Zhao is indeed a good student. I'll just wait for his other thesis after the film and television festival." Carter said with satisfaction.

Five days later, before the award ceremony of the film and television festival, Carter received documents from Fang Zhao—an essay, a scanned copy of a musical score manuscript.

Carter spent most of the day looking at the papers and manuscripts sent by Fang Zhao, and then, taking a deep breath, sent Mo Lang a message: "Teacher, you really don't plan to accept another apprentice?"

If you don't accept it all the time, I'm going to do it! Carter thought.