Chapter 50

Jingdong slightly raised his eyebrows. "What's the name of this freshman?"

Zhang Xuefei took out her mobile phone. "I checked it. Her name is Chen Nannan. She has a background at home. The key is that she is already an official actor. Many senior students and sisters of Beijing film are not as good as her. She must be one of the final stars in this joint performance!"

With that, she showed Jingdong her mobile phone.

"You see, she has appeared in two TV dramas. This one is just a small supporting role, and the other one has a lot more supporting roles, which is very powerful."

"Awesome? Isn't this very common?" Jing Dong said.

Zhang Xuefei showed an exaggerated expression on her face, "usually? Sister, we are all school students at our age. Except for those star second generation or those who spend money on resources at home, how many have played TV dramas at our age? Even if we really have this opportunity, we will play a servant girl without lines!"

Jingdong thought, that's true.

Chen Nannan, an artist who has officially made his debut and signed a contract, has a much higher starting line than others.

"I remember that some schools don't allow students to take over the play?" Jing Dong remembers that there are two or three high-level colleges in the capital.

Zhang Xuefei: "Beijing film is OK. As long as you can ensure that your grades don't decline and earn enough credits to graduate, you don't interfere with these."

She took Jing Dong all the way to the activity classroom of the drama club. The students gathered together to discuss the orientation party.

She and Jing Dong have just arrived, and President Zhou Jing has also arrived.

Zhou Jing came back to school late, so Jing Dong met her for the first time. Zhou Jing looks beautiful. Her small melon seed face is a very attractive type. It should have been a lovely face, but the pride on her face drives away the sense of distance.

This arrogance is not pride, but arrogance. There is always a contempt in the eyes. This contempt is aimed at most people, but a few are exceptions.

Jing Zhixu is the exception.

Zhou Jing's contempt will disappear only when she sees Jing Zhixu, and even her chin will be recycled.

"Zhixu, you are here today!" Zhou Jing sees Jing Zhixu's eyes brighten, ignores the others in the activity room, and goes straight to him.

Jing Zhixu frowned slightly and gave a lukewarm 'um'.

Zhou Jing is like a habit. She doesn't care at all. She talks about the performance there.

Zhang Xuefei in the last row of the activity room rolled her eyes, with a typical hot face and a cold ass.

Zhou Jing and Jing Zhixu talked about the conversation. It was mainly because she said the conversation that she returned to the front platform.

"Everyone must have heard about the joint party with Beijing film. Let's make good preparations for the program. At that time, Chen Nan, the flower of Beijing Film and an actor who has officially made his debut, will come to guide."

The club meeting was held during the noon break. Zhou Jing finished what she wanted to express and then ended the meeting.

Zhang Xuefei made a vomit, "do you know the essence of this meeting? This meeting is to express her understanding of Zhou Jing and the excellent Department flower of Beijing film, and because of her face, the Department flower adult will know and come in person? This word is too exaggerated. If it is used on goddess Li Xue, it will be used on an 18 line little actor, which is too flattering."

Jingdong couldn't help laughing. "Didn't you say it was very powerful just now?"

Zhang Xuefei was obviously disgusted.

"I still have classes in the afternoon. I don't have time to prepare the program with you." Jing Dong rejected Zhang Xuefei's proposal just now.

Jing Zhixu stopped and frowned when he saw Jing Dong just now.

"You said you were from the finance department?" Jing Zhixu slightly raised his eyebrow. "We can discuss the topics of the finance department when we have time."

He must debunk Jingdong's lie. It's not a good thing that girls love vanity too much. They are clearly not students of the capital school, but they still pretend to be.