Chapter 65
Chapter 65
In your teens, you live in a high-pressure environment. It's a stage of life where you love to dream, but you're also suppressed by all sorts of realities.
Hormones were surging, and everyone got excited!
Ye Chuyang seems to have a natural stage presence, even though her stage movements are still immature, like she's imitating those music superstars, and her singing skills are far from being masterful.
But that doesn't stop some people from being born for the stage.
"Even if we encounter the greatest risks and the biggest waves..."
There will also be tacit understanding in their eyes.
As Ye Chuyang sang this line, he looked down at the senior class below the stage. The light was dim, and the dark mass of heads made it impossible to tell who was who even with sharp eyes.
He thought Shen Qingyuan must be watching him. Of the six billion people in the world, he most wanted to sing for her.
Whether on stage, in the chorus with Yu Miaomiao, or among the thousands of people bustling in the audience, he can enter a realm where no one else exists.
Shen Qingyuan, are you listening?
This song is for you.
The boy's heart was burning with passion; for the first time in his life, he had fallen for a girl. He desperately wanted to express this feeling that he couldn't control.
He was afraid of scaring her if he expressed himself directly. So, he stood on the stage, in the brightest and highest spot, so that she would see him first.
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After studying music for a while, and with the success of the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, Lu Tong felt that Ye Chuyang had good comprehension and suggested that he transfer to the art class.
Lu Tong said, "Although the art exam is only a few months away, I still suggest you give it a try. Maybe you'll pass the professional exam. Ye Chuyang, I think you have good aptitude, don't waste your talent. Once you pass the professional exam, the pressure on your academic subjects will be less."
Ye Chuyang calculated that there were still more than three months until the art exam, and he also needed to prepare for his academic subjects. He couldn't even read sheet music yet.
No one in their family works in the arts, and the elders are quite confused. They've hardly ever met anyone in the arts, so how could they not find a job? They don't know what to choose.
Furthermore, Ye Chuyang inquired with Yu Miaomiao and learned that art students have high expenses. During the art entrance exam period, they have to travel all over the country to take exams, and they have to spend money on travel expenses and accommodation. If they want to take art classes, they may have to spend extra money to hire a teacher.
His family wasn't well-off, and he was worried about putting too much financial strain on them. He also lacked confidence in himself, fearing he'd be wasting his time and money.
His parents were very open-minded and let him choose for himself.
The frustrating thing is that no one can predict the future. Making your own choices means bearing the consequences, whether you choose correctly or incorrectly.
A teenager suddenly felt lost and confused.
He felt he needed to ask someone knowledgeable.
One evening during self-study, the "wise person" found another note under the textbook.
The handwriting looked familiar; she had received one before.
"Shen Qingyuan, after you finish your evening self-study session, could you wait a little while before you leave? I have something I'd like to ask you."
Unlike last time, this note was signed with the full name: Ye Chuyang.
Shen Qingyuan frowned slightly. Wasting time would disrupt her plans. She still needed to read for an hour every day after returning home. Her competitors were unseen peers all over the country. She might not have rivals in small Chenyang, but China was so vast that there were bound to be other rivals! Shen Qingyuan dared not be complacent.
Even though she was a little annoyed, Shen Qingyuan still tidied up her desk and lagged behind.
After everyone dispersed, Ye Chuyang nervously moved to Shen Qingyuan's desk. She sat relatively close to the blackboard.
Hearing the noise, Shen Qingyuan stood up and put her packed schoolbag aside.
She turned around, glanced at the slightly shy young man, and said in a businesslike tone, "Ye Chuyang, what do you need me for?"
"Um..." Ye Chuyang looked around, feeling guilty, and made sure there was no one at the door or outside the window (the classroom was on the third floor, so it would be strange if there were people outside the window on the third floor) before turning back: "Chen, Qingyuan, did you see my performance at the Mid-Autumn Festival party last time?"
He said "my show," not "the show with Yu Miaomiao." While not entirely precise, the current grand narrative has nothing to do with random passersby.
"Okay." Shen Qingyuan nodded. The party would be watched by everyone, so even if she didn't want to watch, she couldn't just blatantly slip away.
"I think my singing was alright?"
Shen Qingyuan frowned slightly, a little puzzled. Shouldn't this kind of thing be asked of people who are professional musicians? Oh well, I guess we should also ask the public for their opinions.
Shen Qingyuan, who was not very good at interpersonal relationships, felt that since the other party had made a special trip to ask, they must really want to be recognized.
"That's great!" she smiled. Although the girl was a bit eccentric and aloof, she was still kind-hearted.
Ye Chuyang was practically intoxicated by her smile.
"Um... Shen Qingyuan, do you really think she sang well?"
He seemed to have some hearing problems, but Shen Qingyuan still patiently repeated, "Yes, it sounds beautiful. You've worked hard!"
It wasn't exactly a lie; she actually remembered it quite vividly that night. The next sentence, however, had a rather official tone. After all, it was about bringing honor to the class, and she felt proud.
Encouraged, Ye Chuyang took two steps forward, getting closer. He almost reached out and grabbed Shen Qingyuan's hand, ready to give a classic performance like a male lead in a Qiong Yao drama.
He restrained himself.
"Shen Qingyuan, thank you! I'm so glad you like it," he said.
Temporarily overwhelmed by excitement, Ye Chuyang forgot about the most important thing until he saw the slight confusion and a hint of impatience on Shen Qingyuan's face. He then quickly said:
"Because of the gala, a few days ago, my music teacher, Ms. Lu, suggested that I take the art exam route. I can't make up my mind, so I want to find someone to help me with my advice."
"The person you're looking for is me?" Shen Qingyuan pointed to herself, somewhat confused.
Ye Chuyang nodded solemnly, "Because you are the smartest person I know, I would like to get your advice. Is that alright, Shen Qingyuan?"
Shen Qingyuan really didn't expect that a male classmate she wasn't very familiar with would come to her for advice on such a major life decision as career choice.
The smartest? She suddenly felt a surge of inflated confidence in her own intelligence. Not bad, huh!
Well, since that's the case, I'll give him some pointers.
Of course, there's always something or someone that plays a significant role in the key choices in other people's lives.
For example, Shen Qingyuan wanted to study medicine because of her grandmother's influence.
She was mainly raised by her grandmother when she was young, so she has a very deep bond with her grandmother.
When Shen Qingyuan was in junior high school, her grandmother fell and suffered a comminuted fracture of her pelvis.
She was old and her bones weren't very strong, so the doctor didn't recommend any more surgery. Therefore, Grandma spent her final days bedridden and unable to care for herself. She often cried secretly and suffered greatly.
At that time, little Shen Qingyuan decided that she would become an orthopedic surgeon when she grew up. She wanted to help people lying in bed to stand up again.
The enthusiasm in the eyes of the young man before me is probably no less than that of myself back then.
However, art exams are not a path most people choose because of their low success rate.
Chinese society needs tens of millions of doctors, but how many singers does it need?
Here's the problem. While all roads lead to Rome, not every profession is urgently needed by society. Of course, this doesn't mean that artists aren't needed by society. It's just that the success rate in this field is relatively low, and talking about passion and ideals is rather abstract.
If I can't find a decent job to make a living several years from now, I'll definitely regret the choice I made when I was a teenager.
Shen Qingyuan did not think it was for the other person's good to irresponsibly encourage them to pursue a not-so-realistic dream.
“Being an artist isn’t an easy path!” Shen Qingyuan sighed, then her eyes darted around. “Excuse me, may I ask about your academic ranking in the grade?”
Ye Chuyang scratched the back of his head, lowered his head and smiled wryly, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm probably... below average in the class."
"Oh?" She suddenly understood. "In that case, there's no need to worry about it so much."
"?"
"The Battle of Red Cliffs, the Battle of Fei River, and the Trojan Horse were all victories achieved through unconventional tactics. Since the conventional path isn't easy for you, why not try the art exam?"
Doesn't that sound like a desperate measure?
Shen Qingyuan sighed again, sounding quite old-fashioned, "Of course, with my limited experience and knowledge, the final decision is still up to you and your family. My suggestion is just for your reference."
After saying that, Shen Qingyuan picked up her schoolbag and said, "Excuse me, I have to go now, I have something to do."
Ye Chuyang stood there, stunned, pondering her words. He knew about the Trojan Horse, the struggle for the beautiful Helen. The Battle of Red Cliffs, the burning of Cao Cao's camp, a victory of the few over the many. And what was the Battle of Fei River for?
I understand the general idea; there's no need to dwell too much on the details. The goddess's intention is for him to be brave, to forge a new path, to take a niche route.
"Okay, I understand."
He snapped out of his daze, his chest heaving with emotion. He looked up, and Shen Qingyuan was already gone.
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Ye Chuyang decided to enroll in the art class.
The art class had already stopped accepting new students. Now that he's joined, he probably won't be able to keep up with the pace.
However, his participation in the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala had left a good impression on the teachers who were preparing for the gala, and his music teacher, Lu Tong, had also spoken highly of him, so the art class was still open to him.
The homeroom teacher was easy to talk to; he'd love for Ye Chuyang, the struggling student, to transfer to the arts class. That way, their overall class's college entrance rate would improve. The arts class's college entrance rate is calculated separately.
There are always some cycles of cause and effect in the world. Ye Chuyang thought back then.
If it weren't for his crush on Shen Qingyuan and his desire to impress her at the Mid-Autumn Festival gala, he probably wouldn't have chosen the path of art school entrance exams, much less dreamed of becoming an actor.
But things in this world are often so coincidental; sometimes things turn out unexpectedly well when you plant willows without intending to, and sometimes they don't bloom when you try to.
Ye Chuyang chose the performing arts track for her college entrance exam. Yu Miaomiao chose broadcasting and hosting. Their directions were roughly the same, and the two still had things to discuss in their specialized courses.
Actually, Yu Miaomiao preferred to choose a music or acting major, but her musical talent wasn't necessarily exceptional, and her family was relatively conservative, believing that becoming a broadcaster or host would be glamorous and respectable. As for acting, there are plenty of less-than-honorable stories in the entertainment industry!
Ye Chuyang chose this path purely because his foundation in music was weak, and he hadn't studied broadcasting much either. He figured acting wouldn't require as many of those skills to be an actor.
Moreover, the art class teachers also felt that he had a good image and was suitable for this line of work.
In mid-December, the art students of Chenyang No. 2 Middle School took the provincial unified examination.
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