Chapter 391: I’m Back


    Trantor: As Studios Editor: As Studios


    The examination of line proficiency has concluded, leaving the final performance test as the highlight.


    In fact, many candidates had already found performance teachers to learn from. There were even many students and artistes from managementpanies who had the same course.


    However, no one knew the questions of the Capital Film Academy.


    Actually, even the teachers only found out about the contents of the drawing of lots this morning to prevent the questions from being leaked.


    When everyone saw the question “Rebirth”, many teachers were speechless.


    In the past few years, all kinds of online dramas had been popr. Indeed, rebirth had be a popr theme. Many online dramas had gained a lot of poprity because of the setting of rebirth.


    However, most teachers still felt that this kind of test was a little unprofessional. It was just that it was a test that catered to the market and was a little difficult to achieve.


    Moreover, during the morning session, candidates who drew the topic of rebirth generally struggled to immerse themselves in the role. Their performances were deemed subpar and challenging to watch.


    When Wen Nian drew Topic 7, the expressions on several teachers’ faces became peculiar, perhaps questioning whether this young girl could convincingly portray the feeling of being reborn.


    As Wen Nian nced at the topic, it felt as though fate were ying a joke on her. Was she supposed to act out her own feelings upon returning to life? She couldn’t help but remember.


    Each exam had a five-minute preparation time. Wen Nian seemed to hear voices from other exam rooms, with people shouting at the top of their lungs, “I’m resurrected! I’ve been reborn!”


    She silently shook her head. The genuine excitement of being reborn could never be expressed in words.


    A teacher asked, “Do you need the cooperation of a teacher on-site?”


    As this type of topked scripted lines and a plot, having someone to cooperate could make it easier. Simple cooperation from a teacher during the exam was allowed.


    After contemting for a moment, Wen Nian nodded, “Could you please call my name at an appropriate time?”


    The teacher was momentarily puzzled. What did she mean by an appropriate time? He looked at Wen Nian with surprise, unsure if she was testing him or being tested herself.


    “I’ll cooperate with you. Is that okay?” Suddenly, the teacher in the middle, wearing a duckbill hat, spoke.


    Wen Nian felt his voice was steady, likely belonging to a middle-aged man. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t recall who this person was.


    Nevertheless, anyone serving as an invigtor here must be an outstanding figure. A simple interaction with her should not pose a problem.


    Wen Nian nodded and then bowed, saying, “Thank you, teacher.”


    She then proceeded to lie down on the floor.


    Observing this action, several nearby teachers craned their necks, eager to see how this talented girl nned to enact the experience of rebirth.


    Wen Niany on the floor, contemting. She thought about the tragic end of her previous life, about the destruction of the Wen family. Suddenly, she opened her eyes.


    At this moment, a few teachers were so frightened that they leaned back.


    Wen Nian’s eyes were already red. She panted heavily and her body kept trembling, like a wild beast struggling on the verge of death.


    Then her eyes went nk. She turned her neck a little stiffly and looked around in disbelief.


    She extended her hand in front of her, astonished as she turned it around, finding it intact. She continued to touch her cheeks, her eyes filled with panic.


    Rising quickly, her haste caused her to stumble, but Wen Nian paid no attention to the pain in her leg. She hurriedly walked to the window, staring wide-eyed at the reflection in the ss.


    Her throat tightened, eyes moistened, teeth tightly biting her lip, yet no sound escaped.


    However, the slight tremor in her body revealed a mix of emotions— excitement, fear, and even a hint of despair.


    Suddenly, a man’s voice rang out, “Wen Nian?”


    Wen Nian abruptly turned her head, looking at the man before her. Tears finally streamed down her face. She tried to call out “Dad” with a hoarse voice but couldn’t produce a sound.


    Yet every teacher present could see from her lip movements that she was calling out “Dad.”


    Wen Nian’s eyes, originally filled with guilt and sorrow, transformed into indescribable joy.


    The subtle changes in her expression energized the surrounding teachers.


    Wen Nian’s eyes were naturally beautiful, and even without a single line of dialogue, they conveyed aplete performance. From the disbelief of rebirth to witnessing the distress and sadness of a loved one, and finally, the joy of realizing the rebirth was real, she portrayed it all vividly.


    In the end, Wen Nian smiled gently and said in a choked voice, “Dad, I’m back..”