Wang Dongyang clenched his fist and looked at someone furious: "Zhong Wang, what's going on with you this time?! This is not your level at all! If you really don't want to participate in the competition, give up your qualifications. Others are just fine!"

   "Zhong Wang, you really disappointed everyone! Do you know what Tsinghua University is saying on the Internet?"

   "Are you worthy of the title of director?"

  Zhong Wang lowered his head, pursed his lips, unable to speak a word.

   Indeed, it was him who participated in the competition this time.

  Since childhood, Zhong Wang has been a child of someone else's family in the eyes of his neighbors.

He was playing when others were playing, and he was still playing when others were studying hard. He took the neighbor’s children to go online to play games and play games everywhere. After one semester, the neighbor’s children’s grades dropped to the bottom. His grades are still the first in the next grade.

  He was admitted to Tsinghua University with a smooth journey, and chose a profession that seemed to be okay, with scholarships every year.

  Zhong Wang is a man in the department and a gifted man.

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

"Yes! You are so proud, you are awesome, you can get scholarships every year!" Wang Dongyang sneered, recalling the past, "Every time you do you can get better than me, from elementary school to From high school to university, no matter how hard I try, you can easily step on my head! I try my best to find the stage to prove myself, but you can discard the opportunity at will!"

  "Do you know that I want to participate too?!"

   "Everyone has chosen you to participate in the competition. Okay, I have no opinion. I am cooking, I am not as strong as you, I recognize it!" Wang Dongyang cursed and his eyes gradually turned red, "But what about you?"

  Wang Dongyang’s voice suddenly rose, "Tell me what you are so special about. What kind of bad film is this?!"

  "Are you worthy of your classmates choosing your trust?!"

  "If you don’t want to compare, give me the chance!"

  Wang Dongyang shouted hoarse, louder than once.

  Wang Dongyang is angry, his opportunity to show himself so much is nothing in Zhong Wang's eyes.

  This is an insult to him, a great insult.

  Yes, he is not as talented as Zhongwang, so he works hard to make it together with diligence, and he treats each of his works wholeheartedly.

  Since childhood, he tried his best to catch up with Zhong Wang's footsteps. People who don't understand don't know the kind of despair.

  It's like a running race, where others can walk and play with ease, even faster than you try your best.

  You are too tired to die, others still stand in front of you in a relaxed manner.

  Looking at Wang Dongyang's emotions so excited, a classmate next to him wanted to pull his sleeves, and whispered: "Enough is enough, things are already like this, all classmates, save some face."

Wang Dongyang wiped a tear, and had enough cursing. His emotions gradually calmed down. He looked at Zhongwang with dark eyes, with a wry smile on the corners of his lips, and his voice seemed to be reminiscing: "Zhongwang, you don’t even know that since childhood How much I envy you when I grow up."

  ……

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

  Wang Dongyang loves the director career. They all know that his talent may not be enough, but his diligence and hard work are incomparable to anyone present.