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Near evening, the two of them parted ways at the school gate. Their dormitories were in the east and west, not on the same road. Mo Xin looked at Zhao Hongyan's leaving back with some nostalgia, wishing that the time would last longer.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten that the girl he liked was Mo Momo, and there was only the shadow of Zhao Hongyan in his eyes.

Oh.

The school also seemed to have suggestions (not opinions) about the singing competition two nights ago, so the freshmen who had already had dinner gathered on the playground, quietly standing in military posture and walking in goose steps, completely lacking the excitement of the first night.

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This made Mo Xin greatly relieved, at least he no longer had to seek refuge in an Internet cafe.

Mo Xin returned to the dormitory and wanted to start preparing to go to Sister Li's house to give lectures to her daughter tomorrow.

The junior high school questions were not difficult at all. As for the preparation, I just searched online for what I needed to prepare to be a part-time tutor. The answers on the Internet were all kinds of weird. After Mo Xin looked at them for a while, he became bored. Anyway, to him, the college entrance examination questions were just like a child's play.

It’s just as simple, let alone the knowledge of junior high school. I can’t find the answer I want online, so I can only give up.

He was just about to watch some dramas when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Zhao Hongyan: What are you planning to do tomorrow?

Mo Xin: I have nothing to do during the day tomorrow, but I have to do a part-time job in the afternoon.

Zhao Hongyan: What kind of part-time job?

Mo Xin: Tutor.

Zhao Hongyan: Why haven’t I heard you say that?

Mo Xin: I just found it two days ago.

Zhao Hongyan: What about your drama filming?

Mo Xin: It should be no problem. It’s just an interview tomorrow, we can’t say whether it will work or not.

After Zhao Hongyan replied with the word "oh", there was no further news.

After watching the drama for a while, Yangliu, Jiang Zheng and others came back one after another, but Zhou Zhou was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as Yang Liu returned to the dormitory, he lay down on the bed. Mo Xin saw it and couldn't help but laugh: "Why don't you see that Jiang Zheng and Zhou Zhou are as tired as you?"

Yang Liu gave him a blank look and didn't want to speak at all.

Jiang Zheng spoke up: "Brother Liu seems to have been targeted by the instructor. He has been picking on him for the past two days."

Mo Xin frowned: "Because of pretending to be sick?"

Jiang Zheng nodded, picked up the washbasin towel and went to wash up.

Mo Xin lay on the edge of the bed and said, "I have the counselor's contact information. Do you want to report it?"

Yang Liu said weakly: "That bastard, if he were in our place, he would have to die."

"Young people, don't be so angry."

Yang Liu hummed, "I don't want to get angry either."

"Do you want me to help you talk to a counselor?"

Yang Liu refused: "No. I will play with him. When I lie down on the playground one day, I will have something to play with."

Mo Xin sighed: "Why bother."

"Brother, you don't understand. If you don't steam the steamed buns, you still have to fight for your reputation. It's impossible for me to surrender. Even if I lie down on the playground, it's impossible for me to surrender."

"Oh. That's up to you."

After Jiang Zheng washed up, he walked to Yang Liu, kicked his feet gently and said, "Boil a pot of water to apply on your legs?"

Yang Liu waved his hand and said, "No need. I will go to the ground to finish the work tomorrow."

Jiang Zheng said nothing, put down the basin and lay back on the bed.

Mo Xin looked at the time. The military training ended at nine o'clock today. It ended at ten o'clock the previous two days. It was still early. Jiang was reading a novel on his mobile phone. After a while, he heard snoring coming from Yangliu's bed.

It seems that I am really tired.

Mo Xin didn't understand why in a military training, students and instructors were so angry that they had a deep hatred. Yangliu might have a problem, but the instructor was fine? As the saying goes, a slap can't make a difference. Maybe Yangliu was spoiled and couldn't bear the hardship.

, but as a soldier who is training freshmen, it is outrageous to wantonly punish people for trivial matters.

Mo Xin wanted to ask Zhou Zhou what happened, but he didn't wait until Zhou Zhou came back even when his eyes were sleepy. He didn't know if he had gone out to meet his girlfriend. The University of Arts was in military training, and Xijing University was also in military training.

Two days of training ended too late. Zhou Zhou already likes sports. High-intensity exercise can be too much for girls, so it ended early today. There is nothing wrong with Zhou Zhou running out to meet his girlfriend.

The next day, Mo Xin didn't get up until eight o'clock. The sun shone into the bedroom. When he opened his eyes, it was another day full of hope.

The first thing you do when you get up is take a shower, wash your clothes, and wash your clothes.

After breakfast, he came to the library. This was Mo Xin's first time here. He planned to find some books about acting. Although Zhao Hongyan gave him professional books for the freshman year of the acting department, those few books were...

He finished reading it in an hour, which was far from enough for his needs. For Mo Xin, reading a book was like watching TV, and the contents could be easily remembered in his mind.

It's just that because he was in a public place, he didn't act too much and didn't show his memory of ten lines at a glance. He opened the pages page by page like an ordinary person, but the speed was much faster.

Halfway through the book "History of the Development of Film and Television", I received a call from Zhao Hongyan asking where he was. After Mo Xin told Zhao Hongyan that he was in the library, Zhao Hongyan hung up the phone without saying anything.

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Hongyan, who was wearing a mask, sat down opposite Mo Xin with a book. By this time, Mo Xin had finished reading "The Development of Film History" and was reading the second one.

"Why are you here?" Mo Xin looked at Zhao Hongyan and asked.

"Why can't I come?" After finishing speaking, she made a silent gesture and whispered: "Communication is prohibited in the library."

Mo Xin was angry and funny. He shook his head helplessly and continued reading. He took ten professional books on acting from the bookshelf at once and planned to read them all in one morning. If he didn't want to attract too much attention, he could do it in one morning.

After reading twenty books, I just read the first one.

In the quiet library, the only sound that could be heard was the turning of pages.

Mo Xin was concentrating on reading. Although Zhao Hongyan spread out the book, his mind was on Mo Xin. With the speed of his reading, it was difficult for Zhao Hongyan not to pay attention to him.

Another half hour later, when Mo Xin was about to read the third book, Zhao Hongyan finally couldn't help it anymore and asked: "Are you reading or flipping through the book?"

Mo Xin looked at her with a smile on his face: "Of course I'm reading. Could it be that I'm looking at you?"

Zhao Hongyan glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense. There are so many people here."

"Huh? Does that mean you can talk nonsense when no one is around?" Mo Xin suddenly became happy.

Zhao Hongyan was extremely angry: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm leaving."

"Don't. I promise not to talk nonsense. Don't leave. I'm bored."

Zhao Hongyan rolled her eyes at him and hummed, "I think you're having fun flipping through the book, are you still bored?"

"Yeah. These books look boring. Of course they are boring, but they are interesting to you."

"Wouldn't it be better if you read the book seriously?"

"I'm reading carefully. I've memorized the book I just read. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask."

Zhao Hongyan looked at him with suspicion, stared at him for a while, then picked up the first "History of Film and Television Development", turned a page at random, and asked: "When did the first movie appear?"

Mo Xin answered without hesitation: "The Train Arrives at the Station" by the French Lumiere brothers in 1985.

The answer was correct. Zhao Hongyan flipped through two more pages of the book and asked: "When did the first talkie film appear?"

"The Jazz Singer," released in the United States on October 6, 1927, was the world's first sound film and the first musical. Its appearance was an important milestone in the film's transition from silent to sound, and was also a step toward film maturity.

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"When was the first domestic movie released?"

"1896..."

"The first film company in China..."

"..."

Zhao Hongyan asked several questions in succession, and Mo Xin answered them all correctly. Zhao Hongyan put down the book, looked at him in surprise, and finally believed what he said.