Chapter 369: Why is there homework

Chapter 369

“My surname is Yuan. I'm the teacher in charge of this class and also a movie director. My works include Horns, Fire Line, Dawn etc. I'm very happy to meet you all and hope we can have a pleasant semester together.”

As class began, a middle-aged woman dressed simply and efficiently walked in and immediately introduced herself, which was unsurprisingly followed by gasps from below.

Every time when she starts a new class, her self-introduction always triggers surprise among new faces:

Young, female, sweet-voiced, intellectual; no one would have imagined she is the director of military-themed movies.

And a very successful one at that, with multiple critically-acclaimed and award-winning films.

There are always big scenes and magnificent landscapes resembling paintings in her movies. The fighting scenes are professional and smooth, producing many classic moments. Plus she rarely makes public appearances, so most people stereotypically believe that only middle-aged male directors with rich life experiences can create such works.

She's already used to others' astonishment upon knowing her identity and barely bothers to debunk their stereotypes anymore.

It’s the same case this time. After giving the students some time to whisper among themselves, she continued when the noise gradually died down:

"There are plenty of online commentary on world classic films. It would be a waste of your time if I teach the same content during class.

After each lesson, I will recommend a movie for you to watch and finish within a week. You need to submit a review along with my in-class commentary to my email.

Any format is acceptable - physical copy, digital file, video, audio recording etc."

Teacher Yuan turned on the projector:

"I like to use my own works as examples when teaching, because I'm too familiar with the filming techniques and thoughts behind them. Let's watch Fire Line today, which I'm most satisfied with so far."

Fire Line again...

At the opening scene, Shen Kai in military uniform shows up again. Seeing this, everyone turns to look at Qin Wei's reaction.

History often bears an eerie resemblance.

Qin Wei watched the screen calmly, without any visible emotional ripples.

Luckily Teacher Yuan only played excerpts, focusing her commentary on filming techniques and visual expressions without elaborating much on the plot. It was a fruitful class session.

"...The audience stands in the protagonist's shoes yet also gazes from a higher vantage point the protagonist can't access. They automatically step into the protagonist's position but also turn on the god's perspective. So the audience knows more than the characters..."

As Teacher Yuan finished her last analysis, she ended the class sharply on time.

"That's it for today! Look forward to your assignments. See you next week."

“Once you finish eating, don’t worry about me. Just focus on your own stuff. I’ll load the dishes into the washer myself later and tidy things up. No need to help.”

“Huh?”

Qiao Sixiao was slightly surprised.

“Why are you suddenly so enlightened? You used to ask me to hire housekeeping and throw little tantrums, didn’t you?”

“Pfft! I’ll handle the small chores that I can, so I don’t annoy you as much and can stop worrying about you kicking me out everyday...”

said Qin Wei as she rummaged through the pile of books for her glasses.

Qiao Sixiao shook her head with a smile:

“Do I seem that heartless?”

Qin Wei laughed straight out:

“Have you perhaps forgotten that on a dark windy night, you told me: get out of the car, roll away, it’s time? I kept thinking, how can this good-looking woman have such terrible temper? It was such a trivial thing, yet you abandoned me just like that? The more I thought about it, the sadder I felt. I got abandoned again.”

Qiao Sixiao quickly recalled the incident upon hearing it mentioned. She had been very angry at Qin Wei for regifting a book she had given her, and made her get out of the car.

“But after I saw you trudging for a stretch and eventually getting into a cab at the intersection instead of going straight home...I didn’t abandon you. I just felt you were too nonchalant...” Qiao Sixiao said. Then a doubt struck her mind suddenly:

“But what does ‘again abandoned’ mean?”

Qin Wei lowered her eyes:

“I’m an orphan with no parents...”

“Ah?”

“See, you actually half-believed that?”

Seeing her complicated expression, Qin Wei was happy to have fooled her, and decided to stop teasing. She picked up her pen to continue reading:

“I’ll stop messing with you. There’s freshly brewed flower tea on the balcony table, go try it. I need to do my homework and sleep early tonight. Got a weird class tomorrow.”

“Weird class?”

“Yup~ I'd never have thought math is also categorized as 3-6-9 and so on!”