Wang Dongyang clenched his fist and looked at a man, furious: "Zhong Wang, what's the matter with you this time?! it's not your level at all! If you really don't want to participate in the competition and give your qualification to others!"

"Zhong Wang, you really let everyone down! Do you know what the Internet says about our Tsinghua University?"

"Do you really deserve the title of director?"

Zhong Wang lowered his head, pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

Indeed, he took part in the competition this time.

From small to large, Zhong Wang is the child of others in the eyes of neighbors.

He was playing when others were playing, and he was still playing when others were forced to study. He took his neighbor's children to the Internet to play games and play crazy everywhere. After one semester, the neighbor's children's grades fell to the bottom, and his grades were still the first in the next grade.

He had a good trip and was admitted to Tsinghua University. He casually chose a major that looked OK and won scholarships every year.

Zhong Wang is a man of the moment and a talent in the Department.

He really doesn't care about this micro film competition. He doesn't look at a small-scale competition at all.

"Yes! You're so proud, you're so awesome, you can get scholarships every year!" Wang Dongyang sneered and recalled the past, "Your grades can be better than me every time. No matter how hard I try, you can easily step on my head! I try my best to find all the stages to prove myself, but you can throw away the opportunities at will!"

"Do you know that I also want to compete?"

"Everyone chose you to participate in the competition. OK, I have no opinion. I'm not as good as you. I recognize it!" Wang Dongyang scolded, and his eyes gradually turned red, "but what about you?"

Wang Dongyang's voice suddenly rose, "you tell me what bad film you made!"

"Do you deserve the trust that your classmates choose you?!"

"If you don't want to compete, give me the chance!"

Wang Dongyang screamed louder and louder.

Wang Dongyang was angry. He attached great importance to the opportunity to show himself. In Zhong Wang's eyes, it was nothing.

It was an insult to him, a great insult.

Yes, his talent is not as good as Zhong Wang. He works hard to collect with diligence. He treats every work of his heart and soul.

From small to large, he tried his best to catch up with Zhong Wang. People who don't understand don't know that kind of despair.

It's like a running race. Others walk and play very easily, even faster than you try your best.

You are so tired that others still stand in front of you with a relaxed look.

Looking at Wang Dongyang's emotion so excited, a classmate next to him wanted to pull his sleeve and whispered, "enough, enough, this is already the case. It's all classmates. Save some face."

Wang Dongyang wiped a handful of tears and scolded enough. His mood gradually recovered. His dark eyes looked at Zhong Wang, with a bitter smile on his lips. His voice seemed to recall: "Zhong Wang, you don't know how much I envy you from childhood."

……

Zhong Wang was silent, and so were the other students present.

Wang Dongyang loves the career of director. They all know that his talent may not be enough, but his diligence and efforts are unmatched by anyone present.