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"That's right, the final is scheduled to be held on Sunday. We received a notice from the school. In order to ensure that the students can go to class the next day, the competition must be finished at least half an hour before the curfew time... Due to the limited time limit, the student union has no choice but to do so. Make this decision."

In the borrowed classroom for rehearsal, the atmosphere was dull.

Yang Yan and Liang Tao sat on the ground, listening to the voice from the hands-free, with unclear expressions.

Lin Siji stood not far from them, with the light behind his back, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.He lowered his head to talk to the person on the phone.

"The final of the drama festival starts at 10 o'clock. There are a total of six participating programs. Each of the reserved time is [-] to [-] minutes. Even if you add the time for the curtain call and the time for award presentation, two and a half hours is more than enough. There is no need to delete one repertoire."

"It is true that the repertoire alone will not exceed the time limit, but after adding the performances of hip-hop clubs and vocal music clubs and planned lucky draws, the time is completely insufficient."

Lin Siji frowned: "The drama festival should have drama as the main character. It would be unfair to cut off the shortlisted dramas in order to make way for other programs."

"What's not fair?" The voice on the other end of the phone raised his voice, "Hip-hop clubs and vocal clubs' assistant performances are scheduled earlier than the final date. As for the lottery draw, that's what the sponsors requested. Can it be changed? And The student union also considers issues completely from the standpoint of the audience. If you were an audience, would you rather watch a boring drama, or watch club students singing and dancing on stage?"

The person on the phone spoke with uncomfortable contempt, Yang Yan's expression turned cold after hearing this, while Liang Tao scolded directly.

"Fuck, what a fool."

"Please pay attention to your words." Lin Siji's face was also not good-looking, "It is very rude to rashly assert that it is 'boring' without having seen the performance."

"Pfft." The person on the other end of the phone sneered, seeming to be offended by what Lin Siji had said, and he said impatiently, "We didn't cut the program randomly, we selected the team with the lowest score in the qualifiers... If your play really has If you look at it well, you won’t take it down, you won’t scratch the line, and you won’t be cut off!”

"It's true that my low score was due to my drama, but since I have already qualified for the finals, there is no reason to backtrack and withdraw my qualifications." Lin Siji said coldly.

"It's really a bit reckless to withdraw the qualification, we admit this, but now we have to make a choice between club performances, sponsor lottery draws, and your programs... Now that the meeting has been held, the result has been settled, you and I can only be useless in this debate."

After hanging up the phone for a while, no one in the rehearsal room spoke.

"Damn it, I just said that the leadership of the student union has cerebral palsy." Liang Tao scolded, breaking the silence.

This time Lin Siji did not refute, but Yang Yan had a dark face, that expression could mean "you are right".

"I'll go find the head of the organization department later." Lin Siji said, "I just asked my roommate to help me contact him, so I'll go talk to him. Let's see if we can move the start of the finals forward by half an hour... ...This matter was just decided by them, and there should be room for reversal."

"If not." Yang Yan finally spoke, looking up at Lin Siji.

Lin Siji lowered his eyes and met his gaze.

"There should be." He slightly bent the corner of his mouth, "No... that's the only way."

The rehearsal room fell into suffocating silence again.

Lin Siji's casual words threw a stone on the hearts of the three of them.

After rehearsing hard for a long time, he was suddenly told that he couldn't perform. Even Liang Tao, who was not active at the beginning, was full of aggrieved and unwilling to face the current scene.

Yang Yan still raised his head, his bangs drooped, and the emotions in his eyes were placed in the sun without any cover.

He stared at Lin Siji, and also stared at a void.

"Row."

He finally nodded and got up.

"We have something to do with Liang Tao in a while, you just tell us the result in a while."

He raised his chin at Liang Tao who was still sitting on the ground, "Let's go."

When Liang Tao walked out of the rehearsal room, he looked confused.

"What's the matter, don't we have no class this afternoon?"

Yang Yan didn't respond to his question, but turned his head to ask: "The brother you met at the party last time, who used the radio to confess to the girl he had a crush on, do you have his contact information?"

"Yes." Liang Tao replied, "What's the matter?"

"Push his WeChat account to me, but I didn't add it."

"...Emotions, I'm with you, this is a personal contact tool, right?" Liang Tao complained, while opening the WeChat operation, "So what are you going to do?"

Yang Yan confirmed the receipt of the business card on his mobile phone, and said without looking up: "Go and treat the cerebral palsy of the leadership of the student union."

Lin Siji met Zhang Mo downstairs in the Department of Editing and Directing.

"The head of the organization department is at 309. I told him about you." Zhang Mo said.

"Thank you." Lin Siji said.

Zhang Mo said, "It's okay, how is your rehearsal going?"

"Very good." Lin Siji said briefly, "It's just that I won't be on stage now."

"Hmm..." Zhang Mo patted him on the shoulder, "The minister is not very talkative...Come on."

The head of the Propaganda Department is Yang Zhao, who is also from the Department of Editing and Directing. Gao Lin Siji was a freshman and is now a senior.

"I'm about to graduate and still have the mind to do something about the student union?" Lin Siji was puzzled.

"I refuse to let go of power." Zhang Mo replied, "But he does have something to do with him. He has done a good job in sponsorship. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made an exception from being a sophomore to a senior."

Lin Siji met Yang Zhao in the last row of classroom 309.

Yang Zhao's appearance was mediocre, a passerby's appearance that would never be found in the crowd, but the directorial department didn't rely on his face for a living, and there were absolutely a few people like Lin Siji who were more handsome behind the scenes than in front of the scenes.

Lin Siji walked to the row in front of 309 and sat down: "Hello Senior Yang, I'm Lin Siji, from the 13th Department of Editing and Directing."

Yang Zhao had professional books on the table, and raised his head slightly upon hearing this.

His eyes are also ordinary, the inner eyelids are a bit swollen, but his eyes are sharp.

"I heard what Zhang Mo said about you." Yang Zhao said, "I'm sorry for the student union's decision to cut your program, but this matter has already been settled, and I have no ability to change it."

Lin Siji paused, and changed the topic: "I know it's because of the consideration of time, I came here to provide a solution for the student union."

"What solution?"

"Adjust the time to start at 07:30. I learned that many school activities in the past, such as singer competitions and creator competitions, started at 07:30 or even [-]:[-], so I think it would be better if the drama festival started half an hour earlier. Very reasonable."

Lin Siji's analysis was clear and logical, but Yang Zhao was unmoved.

"It's a good idea, but it doesn't work in practice." He said, "Our propaganda has already been published. Temporarily changing the statement will cause dissatisfaction among some students, and it will easily damage the reputation of the Organization Department."

"The deletion of plays that were originally on the final list will cause public opinion to fluctuate." Lin Siji refused to budge.

Yang Zhao looked at him and smiled perfunctorily: "To put it bluntly, don't worry about it, junior. Not many people will pay attention to whether a work that has entered the finals will be cut. Your repertoire is actually very insignificant. .”

Lin Siji's expression didn't change: "Insignificant doesn't mean it's reasonable to be fired for no reason."

"It's not for nothing." Yang Zhao said, "You should know about the school's time regulations, and we can't help it...I understand you. After all, the drama festival is a rare opportunity for our choreography students to show their talents. If Being able to win an award is also a bonus project to write on your future resume, but there is no need to regard the theater festival as the only occasion where you can make your mark, there will be many activities in the future, and I missed this time...and the next time."

Lin Siji quietly listened to his words.

"I didn't go to theater festivals to win awards, to be famous, or to add to my résumé."

Yang Zhao smiled again, and he grinned, revealing his crooked teeth.

His smile this time has a strange meaning, full of the gray atmosphere of the undercurrent of society, like the long river of society breaking through the ivory tower, the dark stream flowing out from between the milky white bricks, and the faint smell is suffocating and unpleasant.

"Don't pretend." Yang Zhao smiled connotatively, as if he had come here, "I came from your stage, so I don't know what you're thinking?"

Lin Siji looked at him, and the accumulated irritability rose up little by little.

He wanted to say that he didn't have such a long-term vision. He participated in the theater festival for the "future prospect", but just wrote a script. He wanted more people to see it, and he wanted to be recognized. A little recognition is all right.

He also wanted to say that he is not striving for quick success here. In fact, if he was alone, he might have accepted the fact that the show was cut, but he is not alone now. I really gave up just like that, I really feel guilty for the time they wasted...

He wanted to say a lot, but Yang Zhao couldn't understand, so he didn't want to say anything.

The irritability reached its peak, Lin Siji hadn't been this irritable for a long time.

He emphasized his tone, and said again: "I didn't pretend, it's not for winning an award, I'm just fighting for a qualification that I should have."

Yang Zhao was embarrassed by him, and felt uncomfortable. He put away his smile: "The qualifications to advance to the 6 plays were originally determined by the student union. Now the student union has weighed all parties and finally chose the method with the least loss. I hope you can understand."

Lin Siji was silent.

He looked away, no longer looked at Yang Zhao, but only stared at the table.

There is a worm hole on the yellowed wooden tabletop, the hole is dark and the bottom is invisible.

Lin Siji still wanted to fight for it again, but the words he wanted to say seemed to be swallowed by the worm's eye hole, no matter how much he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

Yang Zhao has already lowered his head and continued to read professional books.

"This matter is a foregone conclusion, please come back, junior."

Lin Siji didn't speak, but he didn't leave either. He was stuck in the penultimate row of seats like a sculpture.

The atmosphere dropped to zero.

"Cough cough."

Two coughs came out of the radio, and the two looked up at the speaker.

"What are you doing... points deducted, are you crazy?" A series of low-pitched voices came eagerly.

"Don't worry about it." Another voice replied in a low voice.

Lin Siji was taken aback.

These two voices...Yang Yanliangtao.

Mike made two sharp wrong sounds, and there was a slight collision sound. After the sound gradually calmed down, Yang Yan's voice came clearly from the radio.

"A piece of hemp rope, a retired soldier, a few bombs and a dilapidated old house. An unknown third-year writer and director, two actors who are trash and genius, can "War and Flowers" be played with such a poor basic configuration? How about a comeback? Sunday night at 07:30, the finals of the drama festival, look forward to it."

Yang Yan's voice is nice, clean and clean, like a stream flowing over gravel, clear and straightforward.

In Liang Tao's words, "Just listening to the voice is a scumbag".

Now Yang Yan's indifferent voice is dyed by radio waves, and surrounds the classroom distortedly. A certain careless tone of voice sweeps across the listener's heart like a cat's tail, making it tickle.

Yang Zhao's face gradually turned black in his words, and he smiled on the surface.

"This is?"

Lin Siji came out of his out-of-control emotions, he breathed out a turbid breath, and took back some points with ease.

He gave Yang Zhao a polite smile back.

"I'm sorry senior, my actor is a little rebellious."