Compared to the grading teachers, the music instructors had a better impression of Fang Zhao. They had given him fair marks during the second round. They didn't know Fang Zhao well, but they trusted Xue Jing and Mo Lang.
The final ranking of the second round was based on overall scores. There was no need for an interview. To be able to make it to this stage in the second round and be picked out by the marking teachers, most of them were familiar people. Not to mention an interview, even if the identity information of the examinees was hidden, these masters would be able to roughly guess which school and which profession they were taught by with just a glance at the examinees.
There was no point in an interview, so they gradually skipped this step.
The first class was also the first time the masters got to observe Fang Zhao up close.
"He's a good seedling. He has his own style."
"This young man was nominated for the Galaxy Supernova Awards."
"Eh? He was the one who was specially recommended? "
"Now that you mention it, I also remember that there was someone called Fang Zhao on the special recommendation list."
"Xue Jing didn't mention it to him, did he?"
"Old Xue must have his reasons for not bringing it up. Let's not be nosy. Don't tell Fang Zhao yet."
Fang Zhao, sitting in the classroom: "..." I already heard it.
The Galaxy Awards were the highest honor in the art world.
The Supernova Awards were a subcategory of the Galaxy Awards, which rewarded young artists with significant artistic contributions. Not only in music, but also in painting, dance, acting, and other artistic categories.
In the New Era, people in their 40s or 50s were considered young. Most of the Supernova Awards' winners were artists of that age.
Being nominated did not necessarily mean you would win the award, but being nominated in your 20s was quite rare.
But Fang Zhao didn't understand what "specially recommended" meant.
Ignoring commercial value and solely based on artistic contributions, Fang Zhao couldn't compete with artists in their 40s or 50s who had made a name for themselves many years ago. This wasn't something that could be established just by passing exams.
This was equivalent to going through a special channel and cutting the queue, but the academic masters weren't offended. There had to be a reason they couldn't refute.
The Galaxy Awards focused on contribution, not commercial value. Even if it was an outstanding piece, without sufficient quantity and accumulation of artistic achievements, it couldn't be nominated.
Contribution, special recommendation...
Fang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.
The fourth movement of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series, the Hull virus!
The four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series had opened the door to curing the Hull virus. Now, four to five years had passed. With the confirmation of a more systematic treatment plan, Ming Ye's recovery was quite good. Although he didn't speak much and didn't express his emotions strongly enough, at least he didn't look too different from an ordinary person.
If it was because of this "special recommendation" that he'd been nominated for a Supernova Award, then even if he hadn't completely conquered the Hull virus, he wouldn't be far from it.
Only in this way could the value of the four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" be confirmed. Only in this way could these masters willingly allow this "special recommendation."
It had been five years, and the authoritative art institutions had been suppressing their movements. So this was where they were hiding!
Looking at it this way, it could indeed be considered a major artistic contribution. Moreover, it was a crossover, and it was enough for the judges to make an exception.
Fang Zhao was elated, not because he had been nominated for a Supernova Award, but because he had found a cure for a disease that had started during the Period of Destruction. He had not expected to make such a contribution when he had been composing.
No matter what, it was a good thing.
Since the masters had no intention of telling him now, Fang Zhao pretended he hadn't heard.
When Fang Zhao returned to his dormitory after the first day of classes, he saw Yan Biao and Zuo Yu waiting for him at the door.
Fang Zhao had signed them up for an artist bodyguard training class. He wanted them to know the various situations bodyguards could encounter in the entertainment industry and how to deal with them. He wanted them to know how other people's bodyguards worked.
Yan Biao and Zuo Yu had no objections. They were also very happy. If Fang Zhao was willing to sign them up for the class, he would definitely keep them for a long time.
Excited! It was great that they wouldn't be fired.
The two of them were very enthusiastic. They promised Fang Zhao that they would report back every few days. Today, they were there to report on their progress.
Zuo Yu and Yan Biao had been too idle in the past. Fang Zhao was a capable man, but they were also inexperienced. Fang Zhao would have been more efficient in handling a lot of things himself. Now that he had attended the class for a few days, it was effective. He had learned a lot about his shortcomings. It was better than learning on their own. As expected of a professional bodyguard training class in Huangzhou. It was worth the high tuition.
To prove that they were serious in class, the two of them had even made notes for Fang Zhao to check during their reports.
When Fang Zhao returned, Will from next door had returned as well. Before entering the dormitory, he stared at Fang Zhao for a while with a frown.
After entering the dormitory, Yan Biao could not help but ask, "Boss, is your neighbor..." sick?
Yan Biao did not finish his sentence. He felt that the person next door was looking at Fang Zhao with a weird expression, like a peeping tom. But saying that an artist was sick based on guesses was not very good, so he stopped halfway through his sentence.
"I asked him. He wants to draw me, but he can't do it for the time being, so he has to observe him for a period of time." Fang Zhao had already found out the reason from Will. Actually, he did not really understand why Will said he could not draw him. However, an artist had his own way of thinking. It was just that he occasionally stared at him for a longer period of time. Fang Zhao did not care about such a small matter.
After finishing his report and checking his notes, Yan Biao suddenly asked, "Boss, are you looking for an assistant? I have a comrade who has been developing in Huangzhou since he retired. He is more familiar with the entertainment industry. He is lively, attentive, and knows how to get things done. "
Fang Zhao nodded. "Tell me about it."
Yan Biao was overjoyed and explained his comrade's situation.
"That comrade is called Nanfeng. He used to be a member of Outpost 23 and was a sharpshooter. Unfortunately, his left eye was injured during an operation. Back then, planet Baiji was still a poor place, and medical facilities were limited, so treatment was delayed. Later, he returned to Earth and received treatment in a military hospital to get a prosthetic eye. After that, he brought his retirement pay from the local government and the military to Huangzhou to make a living. "
Because he had not made any major contributions and had not served long enough, Nanfeng had not received much in retirement pay. He had been a bodyguard and had also worked as an extra on film sets. He was a little skinny, but he was nimble and could strike up a conversation with the people around him. He was quick-witted and knew how to handle things. Compared to most people, he had been doing pretty well these few years.
Last month, Nanfeng had used the money he had saved over the years to get himself an advanced AI left eye. Now, he was strapped for cash and was looking for a new job. He had not expected to bump into Yan Biao on the street.
Listening to Yan Biao's recount of Nanfeng's situation, Fang Zhao had a general understanding. "I don't have class tomorrow afternoon. Ask him if he has time. I want to meet him."
"Yes, yes, yes! He has nothing better to do! "Yan Biao hurriedly said.
"Then let's meet at 3 p.m. tomorrow at the apartment you rented."
"Ah?" Yan Biao was stunned. "There's no need for Boss to go personally. I'll bring him over."
"No need. I'll go for a walk."
Since Fang Zhao had already decided, Yan Biao did not say anything else. After reporting his work for the day, he left to inform Nanfeng.
"Thank you, Captain!" Nanfeng was especially emotional.
He had met his former outpost captain on the street. He had been rather sad when he had found out that Yan Biao had been forced to retire after breaking his leg in the terrorist attack. After all, planet Baiji had developed, but they had to retire due to injuries. It was a pity. But when he found out about Yan Biao's current job, Nanfeng almost knelt down.
He also wanted to be a salted fish with such a high salary!
However, he also understood that if he really did not think about improving and was willing to be a salted fish, he would not be able to stay for long.
Nanfeng was confident that he could serve tea, drive, cook, walk the dog, feed the rabbit, handle interpersonal relationships, and be available on call. He was pretty versatile.
Furthermore, from what Yan Biao had said, Nanfeng guessed that Fang Zhao was easy to get along with. As long as he did his job well, no one would make things difficult for him.
"Don't thank me. You can thank me after you get past the boss. Come over earlier tomorrow. Don't let the boss wait, "Yan Biao said.
"No, I'll go over now!" Nanfeng was very excited. "I still have many questions to ask you, Captain. I also have to find out what the boss likes. That way, it will be easier to act. Captain, my future depends on you!"
"... Alright, come over then."
Nanfeng had bought quite a lot of barbecued meat and some dishes to go with alcohol. He had also brought a few cans of beer.
"It's better not to drink," Yan Biao said.
Zuo Yu also agreed. "It wouldn't be good if the boss smells alcohol when he comes over tomorrow."
Zuo Yu also reminded this potential colleague of some details that he needed to pay attention to. He then asked, "By the way, is your alcohol tolerance good?"
"Hey, don't worry about that! I might not stand out, but I can hold my liquor well. In the future, I can even help the boss drink if he attends a banquet or something! "Nanfeng chuckled.
"Your eyeball is indeed a high-end product. It looks no different from the original." Zuo Yu looked at Nanfeng's new left eye curiously. He could see the minute differences up close, but not from a distance.
"Of course. It's over ten million. I saved up for seven years." Nanfeng was very satisfied with his new eyeball.
The development of technology in the new century had brought benefits to the disabled, such as Yan Biao's leg and Nanfeng's eye.
"Can you see through the wall? The kind that can see through the wall? "Zuo Yu asked.
"Of course not! There are limitations to these kinds of functions for civilian use. I don't want to exchange for so many functions. It's enough as long as it doesn't affect my vision. "
"Why is it so expensive with so few functions?" Zuo Yu was surprised.
"It can't be helped. You get what you pay for. If you use it for too long, it will affect this place." Nanfeng pointed at his head. "There's a risk of becoming an idiot."
"Then your new eyeball doesn't have any other functions?" Yan Biao asked.
"Of course!" Nanfeng leaned in. "Look at my eyes!"
Afterwards, the color of Nanfeng's left iris gradually changed from white to red, then to yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and finally, it turned into a ghastly black.
"Look, Infinite Color Mixing!"
Yan Biao: "..."
Zuo Yu opened his mouth, but he felt that silence was better. Yan Biao's team member is indeed lively.
Nanfeng adjusted his eyeball back to normal. Seeing Yan Biao sitting there expressionlessly, he patted his chest. "I know how to be an artist's assistant better than you guys. You can rest assured, Captain!"
"No, I just want to remind you that our boss is a little different. You can't judge him according to the standards of other celebrities in the entertainment circle," Yan Biao said.
"How different?" Nanfeng asked.
Yan Biao didn't reply immediately. Instead, he asked, "Have you watched the Yanzhou chapter of 'Founding Era'?"
"I started yesterday. I just got to the fifth season." Nanfeng wasn't from Yanzhou, so he hadn't watched the Yanzhou chapter. He had watched it at the last minute because he wanted to be Fang Zhao's assistant, but he had skipped through it. He had only watched clips of Fang Zhao, so he could use it to curry favor when the time came.
"Our boss's individual battle prowess is actually no different from the one in the series," Yan Biao said.
Nanfeng gave Zuo Yu a "are you kidding me?" look and looked at Zuo Yu for confirmation.
Zuo Yu nodded solemnly. He then raised his hand to point at himself, Yan Biao, and finally Nanfeng. "Do you believe that Boss can beat the shit out of the three of us with our bare hands?" he said to Nanfeng.
Nanfeng: Shivering.
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