Chapter 166 Ning Hao Presents a Knife

It was completely silent, except for Zhang Chen from the organizing committee, who was blushing with excitement, looking at the handheld DV that had just been opened with relief.

After these words were spoken, it was still completely silent. Xu Yang and his group looked at each other, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and the acting teacher had long disappeared.

Some people began to applaud, but it was sparse and not enthusiastic, and Xu Yang and others left the screening room.

When the Godard mentioned by Yang Lingyue, including Sakamoto Ichiryu, died, a group of people posted to mourn, and it was a sad remembrance.

It was so funny.

Illiterate, stupid.

Originally, Yang Lingyue had no good or bad feelings towards this person, in fact, he had no feelings.

Then, Yang Lingyue was disqualified as a student representative, mainly because he represented Dafa.

If you usually say whatever you want in your own class or in private, it's wonderful to scold someone in front of so many students from other schools now.

Of course, Yang Lingyue's words will also make some people who are willing to think about whether it is the case, or they don't need to think at all, because that is the fact.

"Such a thing happened on the first day." Zhou Xinxia smiled bitterly.

"I think it's good. It's not in line with her usual temperament. This is like a young man." Xie Xiaojin said happily.

"It's a bit too harsh. How hateful it is." Su Mu sighed.

"Didn't you instigate the booing? Haha, I think Yang Lingyue is right." Yang Lin is quite protective of her students.

"This is not booing, this is pointing at the nose and scolding, and in front of so many people." Su Mu said.

"Who is dissatisfied, the worst thing is to argue, and it's a good thing to have an argument." Xie Xiaojin said indifferently.

"Then don't care about the video and audio?" Su Mu said.

"Why bother about that? We are teachers at the Film Academy, not feudal patriarchs." Yang Lin said.

"Teacher Su is worried that Yang Lingyue will be attacked." Zhou Xinxia said so.

"Don't worry, his words were a bit intense, but they were right. Besides, it's a good thing to get a little bumped." Yang Lin made the final decision.

Yang Lingyue didn't know what the teachers were discussing, but he left the screening room refreshed.

Reyiza was a little speechless and had to change her partner. Although she didn't get a positive reply from Yang Lingyue, she was still a little excited about leaving her contact information and posting her performance clips.

In her and her classmates in the acting department, Yang Lingyue is a genius director who can win countless awards for making a short film. It is a blessing for a student actor to meet such a student director.

"Yang Lingyue, we will support you."

When he was riding a small electric donkey on the way to school, he heard a girl shouting at him from behind.

Yang Lingyue didn't look back, but stretched his arms to the top of his head, made a "yeah" gesture and shook it, like a rabbit.

Yang Lingyue returned to the No. 8 courtyard and entered the learning process of "Crazy Racing" again.

It was not until 6 o'clock in the evening that Yang Lingyue received a call from the client while he was revising the classic quotes of taxi drivers.

"Where are you?"

"Home, reading your script." Yang Lingyue said.

"Well? Send me the address and I'll give you something." Ning Hao said happily.

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Lingyue thought about it, took the half-revised script out of the living room, and shouted to Yu Li who was busy in the kitchen: "Lili, I'm going out for a while."

"Ah? Then..." Yu Li took a spoon and bit her lower lip.

"The meal is ready, you eat first, I'll come over in the evening." Yang Lingyue said with a smile.

"Well, I know." Yu Li raised the corner of her mouth.

Riding on the electric donkey, he returned to the No. 5 courtyard. Less than three minutes after he opened the door and entered the house, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Yang Lingyue was startled.

Ning Hao was holding a knife, which should be a Tang-made horizontal knife, followed by Xing Aina, carrying fruits.

"What does this mean? Bring your own tools to cut fruit?" Yang Lingyue was surprised.

"You don't understand, this means that your inspiration is as sharp as a blade." Xing Aina laughed.

"Has it been opened?" Yang Lingyue asked.

"That's nonsense, it's very sharp, but just treat it as a decoration." Ning Hao reminded.

"Tsk, thank you."

Yang Lingyue took the horizontal sword, which was about one meter long and weighed more than two kilograms.

The black scabbard and handle, pulled out a section, the gray light of the high-manganese steel reflected a chill, but Yang Lingyue didn't understand, but he wanted to pull it out and cut something.

"Oh my god, put it away, put it away." Ning Hao was familiar with Yang Lingyue's eyes, and he also wanted to cut something when he first took it.

"No knife holder?" Yang Lingyue asked.

"Go get it yourself." Ning Hao stood beside Xing Aina and looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and said.

"The house belongs to the original owner, I will take care of it. Sit for a while, I will show you the script I revised and see if it meets Director Ning's requirements." Yang Lingyue said.

Yang Lingyue handed the half-written script to the two of them, and then took Xing Aina's fruit to the kitchen to wash it.