Superstars of Tomorrow

Compared with the marking teachers, the music instructors had a better impression of Fang Zhao, and the scores they gave were fair in the retest. They didn't know Fang Zhao, but they believed in Xue Jing and Mo Lang.

The final ranking of the re-examination depends on the comprehensive score, and there is no interview link, because it is unnecessary. Can get to the step of re-examination, can be picked out by the marking teachers, most of them are familiar people, not to mention the interview, even if the identity information of the test paper is hidden, these masters can guess which genre it is about by scanning the test paper Which colleagues taught it.

The interview is of little significance, and this step is gradually omitted.

The first class was also the first time for these masters to observe Fang Zhao up close.

"He is a good seedling and has his own style."

"This time the Galaxy Star Award, this little family was nominated."

"Huh? He is the one who was specially recommended?"

"After you said that, I also remembered that there seems to be someone named Fang Zhao in the special recommendation list."

"Xue Jing didn't mention this to him, did he?"

"Old Xue doesn't mention it, there must be his considerations, let's stop meddling, don't tell Fang Zhao yet."

Fang Zhao who was sitting in the classroom: "..." I've heard it.

The Galaxy Award, the highest honor award in the art world, is one of the few.

The Star Award is a category under the Galaxy Award, which rewards young artists with sufficient artistic contributions, not only music, but also other art-related categories such as painting, dancing, and performing arts.

In the new century, 40 to 50 years old can still be considered young, and most of the stars winners are artists of this age.

Being nominated is not necessarily the final winner, but it is quite rare to be nominated in your twenties.

It's just that Fang Zhao doesn't understand, what does "being specially recommended" mean?

Regardless of commercial value, Fang Zhao is definitely not as good as those artists in their 40s and 50s who have been famous for many years when they only talk about their artistic contributions.

This is equivalent to going through a special channel, or jumping in line, but these academic masters are not disgusted by it, and there must be enough reasons for them to be unable to refute.

The Galaxy Award focuses on contributions rather than commercial use. Even if it is an excellent work, it is impossible to be nominated if there is not enough quantity and accumulation of artistic achievements.

Contribute, especially recommended...

Fang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

"One Hundred Years of Destruction" four movements, Hull virus!

The four movements of "One Hundred Years of Extinction" composed by Fang Zhao opened the door to conquer the Hull virus. Now, four or five years later, with the determination of a more systematic treatment plan, the treatment effect is remarkable, and Ming Ye's recovery is also quite good. Although the words are a little less, and the emotions expressed are not rich enough or strong enough, at least it looks like ordinary people. People don't differ much.

If it was really for this reason that he was nominated for the Star Award for being "specially recommended", then the Hull virus, even if not completely conquered, is definitely not far away from being completely conquered.

Only in this way can the value of the four movements of "A Hundred Years of Destruction" be determined, and these academic masters willingly allow this "special recommendation" of jumping in line!

For five years, the authoritative art organization has been suppressing and making no big moves, so it was put here!

Looking at it this way, it is indeed a major artistic contribution, and it is still cross-border, which is enough for the judges to make an exception.

After trying to understand the key, Fang Zhao was very happy, not because he was nominated for the Star Award, but because there was a solution to this disease that started in the dying century. He did not expect such a contribution when he created it.

In any case, it is a good thing.

Since the masters didn't intend to tell him now, Fang Zhao still pretended not to hear.

After the first day of class was over, when Fang Zhao returned to the dormitory, he saw Yan Biao and Zuo Yu squatting at the door waiting.

Fang Zhao enrolled them in an artist bodyguard training class to let them know the various situations that bodyguards may encounter in the entertainment industry and the various professional coping methods, as well as how other people's bodyguards work.

Regarding this, neither Yan Biao nor Zuo Yu had any objections, and they were also very happy. Fang Zhao was willing to enroll them in classes and let them study, and he definitely wanted to keep them for a long time.

excited! It's great not to get fired!

The two were very active and assured Fang Zhao that they would report back every few days. They came here today to report on their progress.

In the past, Zuo Yu and Yan Biao were too idle. Apart from Fang Zhao's own ability, they were also inexperienced. It would be more efficient for Fang Zhao to handle many things by himself. Now I have attended the training class for a few days, and it is still effective, and I have realized many shortcomings, which is better than their self-study. It is worthy of Huangzhou's professional bodyguard training class, and it is worthy of the high tuition fee.

In order to prove that they were serious in class, the two also took notes, and they checked Fang Zhao together when reporting.

When Fang Zhao came back, Will, who was next door, also came back. Before entering the dormitory, he stared at Fang Zhao for a while, frowning.

After entering the dormitory, Yan Biao couldn't help but said: "Boss, your neighbor..." Is he sick?

Yan Biao didn't say the second half of the sentence. He felt that the person next door looked at Fang Zhao strangely, just like a voyeur. But it is not good to say that a painter is sick based on guesswork, so he stopped after only half a sentence.

"I asked him. He wants to draw me, but he can't draw it for the time being, so he has to observe for a while." Fang Zhao already knew the reason from Will. In fact, he didn't quite understand why Will said he couldn't draw it. He, however, a painter has the ideas of a painter, but occasionally stares at it for a longer time, and Fang Zhao doesn't bother with him about such a trivial matter.

After reporting the work and checking the notes, Yan Biao suddenly asked: "Boss, do you need any assistants? I have a comrade-in-arms who has developed in Huangzhou after retiring from the military. Come on."

Fang Zhao nodded and said, "Tell me."

Yan Biao was overjoyed and explained the situation of that teammate.

"That teammate is called Nanfeng, Nanfeng from the southeast and northwest winds. He used to be a member of the 23rd sentry team and a sharpshooter. Unfortunately, his left eye was injured in an operation. At that time, Baijixing was still a poor place with limited medical conditions. , Delayed treatment, and then retired back to the home planet, received treatment in the military hospital, changed a false eye, and then went to Huangzhou to work hard with the retirement money given by the local government and the army's retirement fee."

Because he has not made great achievements and his military service is not long enough, Nanfeng did not receive much retirement pay. He has worked as a bodyguard for others, and has also been a part-timer in film crews. He is a bit thin and small, but he is flexible. He can talk well, is smart enough, and knows how to get things done. Compared with most people, he has actually done well in recent years.

Last month, Nanfeng used the money he had accumulated over the years to replace his left eye with advanced intelligence. Now that he was in short supply again, he was looking for a new job, but he didn't expect to meet Yan Biao on the street.

Listening to Yan Biao's story about Nanfeng, Fang Zhao had a general understanding: "I don't have class tomorrow afternoon, you can ask him if he has time there, I'll see you."

"Yes, yes! He is idle!" Yan Biao hurriedly said.

"Then tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, at the apartment you rented."

"Ah?" Yan Biao was stunned, "There's no need for the boss to go there in person, I'll bring him over."

"No, I'll go for a walk."

Now that Fang Zhao had made up his mind, Yan Biao didn't say any more. After reporting on today's work and leaving, he notified Nanfeng.

"Thank you Captain!" Nan Feng was very excited.

I met the former sentinel captain on the street, and I was quite sad when I learned that Yan Biao broke his leg in the terrorist attack and was forced to retire. After all, Bai Jixing developed, but they retired due to injuries, which is a pity. But when he learned about Yan Biao's current job, Nanfeng almost knelt down.

He also wants to be such a high-paying salted fish!

However, he also understands that if he really doesn't want to make progress and is willing to be a salted fish, he won't stay for long.

Nanfeng is confident, serving tea and water, driving to cook, walking the dog to feed the rabbits, handling interpersonal relationships, being on call, he is really versatile.

Moreover, from what Yan Biao said, he guessed that Fang Zhao should be easy to get along with, as long as he does his job well, he won't be made things difficult.

"Don't thank me, thank you after you pass the boss's test. Come here early tomorrow, don't make the boss wait." Yan Biao said.

"No, I'm going over now!" Nanfeng was very excited, "I still have a lot of questions to ask you, captain, and I have to ask about the boss's preferences, so I can do things better, captain, my future depends on you!"

"...Okay, come on."

When Nanfeng passed by, he bought a lot of barbecue and some appetizers, and brought a few cans of beer.

"Don't drink wine." Yan Biao said.

Zuo Yu also agreed: "It will be bad if the boss comes here tomorrow and smells like wine."

Being short-tempered, Zuo Yu also mentioned some details that should be paid attention to to this potential colleague, and then asked, "By the way, do you drink well?"

"Hey, don't worry about that! Don't look at my size, but I can hold a lot of alcohol. If I participate in a dinner or something in the future, I can also help the boss block the drink!" Nanfeng said with a smile.

"Your eyeballs are indeed high-end products. They look no different from the original ones." Zuo Yu looked at Nanfeng's new left eye curiously. You can still see the subtle difference when you look up close, but you can't see it from a distance. up.

"Of course, it's more than 10 million. It took me seven years to save enough." Nan Feng was very satisfied with his new eyeballs.

The development of science and technology in the new century has brought benefits to some disabled people, such as Yan Biao's legs and Nanfeng's eyes.

"Can you see through? The kind you can see through the wall?" Zuo Yu asked.

"How can it be! There are restrictions on such functions for civilian use, and I don't want to change to one with so many functions. As long as it keeps my eyesight unaffected, it's enough."

"It's so expensive with few functions?" Zuo Yu was surprised.

"No way, you get what you pay for, and the poor quality will affect this place after a long time of use." Nanfeng pointed to his head, "There is a risk of becoming an idiot."

"Then your new eyeballs have no other additional functions?" Yan Biao asked.

"Of course!" Nanfeng approached, "Look into my eyes!"

Then, the iris color of Nanfeng's left eye gradually changed from white to red, and then to yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple all over again, and then turned into pure black like a ghost.

"Look, Promise Toning!"

Yan Biao: "..."

Zuo Yu opened his mouth, but still felt that silence was better. Yan Biao's team member is really lively.

Nanfeng adjusted his pure black eyeballs back to normal. Seeing Yan Biao sitting there expressionless, he patted his chest: "I'm sure I know better than you how to be an artist's assistant. Don't worry about this captain!"

"No, I'm just reminding you that our boss is a bit different, and we can't look at it according to the standards of other celebrities in the entertainment industry." Yan Biao said.

"How different?" Nanfeng asked.

Yan Biao didn't answer right away, but asked, "Have you read the Yanzhou chapter of Genesis?"

"I just started watching it yesterday. I just saw the fifth season." Nan Feng is not from Yanzhou, and he hasn't watched the Yanzhou chapter before. I watched, I only watched the clip of You Fang Zhao, and I can use it for flattering when the time comes.

"Our boss's single-player combat power is actually the same as that in the play." Yan Biao said.

Nan Feng looked at Zuo Yu with an expression of "you're fucking kidding me".

Zuo Yu nodded seriously, then raised his finger to point at himself, nodded Yan Biao, and finally pointed to Nanfeng, and said to him: "Believe it or not, with bare hands, the boss can still beat the three of us together. Shit."

Nanfeng: trembling.

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