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Act 4 "Out of My World" 6

The news that Wang Qingyun God is about to appear in the new work soon passed to Xiangchai's ear through planning.

He has been looking forward to cooperating with Wang Qingyun, but did not expect it to be realized so soon.

Guess: Is Yunda active?

Planning: No, he is three-time busy, and can only guest a supporting role.

Planning: But I can invite a guest guest from cloud sama, our drama is definitely hot!

Planning: Little guess, you have to perform well, our crew has three episodes pointing at you ~~

Guess: Well, I must work hard!

Guess: Recently, the dry voice may be due a few days later ... The recording is not convenient.

Planning: Huh? Is it three yuan busy?

Guess: No.

Guess: I do n’t have any recording equipment. I borrowed it from a school. Recently, vocal classrooms are always occupied. I can only use them for free.

Planning: OK, then you can do it as soon as possible.

Planning is a good talking girl. She knows that Xiang Gui is a student, so she didn't force him to give a dry voice, she only told him to finish the work as soon as possible.

Xiang Guai's finger nodded on the screen and returned a hippie smiley swan emoji.

But if he planned the girl to stand in front of him, he would find that there was no smile on his face, and his expression was indifferent, as if split from the lively boy on the Internet.

Because it is not others who occupy the vocal classroom, but the main creative team of "Out of My World".

At first, only producers and directors came to cast roles. Later, screenwriters and Chinese lyrics also came. They live directly in the hotel opposite the school and appear on campus almost every day. Sometimes I was auditioning in the professional class of the ballet department, sometimes I was discussing problems with the vocal teacher, sometimes I was in the cafeteria ... and another time, Xiang Gu met them downstairs in the dormitory, and the boy stepped down and hurried away.

The main creative team seems to be rooted here. It was originally scheduled to stay for only half a month. However, when the plan was extended indefinitely, the entire month passed.

Huashi is located in the north. The autumn is very short. In the blink of an eye, it is from late summer to late autumn. After a few days, when the ginkgo leaves on the tree have fallen, it is time to go into winter.

The bright seasonal changes also bring an illusion to Xiang Gu, as if the crew has been with him for a lifetime, so long as he covers his ears and does not listen to those gossips, there are countless new news flowing into him. world.

Take Chen Ziran, who is sitting in his back seat. His friends are all over the world, and the news channels are very wide. Every time there is something blowing, he knows all over the world.

Ten minutes into the lesson, Chen Ziran sat on the desk with his buttocks and began to broadcast again: "This casting has brought together all boys from the age of 16 to 18 in the ballet department, adding up to 52 people, but only 26 people signed up. Participate in selection. "

Someone asked why?

"What else is the reason? I feel that rehearsing a musical is a waste of my precious dancing time. To put it bluntly, people are short-minded, and I don't think I can choose it!" Chen Ziran poked his lips and continued, "26 They all passed the initial test, and then all were packed and taken to vocal lessons. "

"Oh ~" Someone continued. "I said why every day when I was studying by myself, the vocal classrooms were closed and not allowed to use it. I dare say that the little swans are using it!"

Xiang Guai's ears moved— "Little Swan" —a word that was so familiar that Wang Qingyun's mouth was full of tenderness and compassion, but he heard it from the other people, but it was only against harmony.

There was no snoring to Guess, and the pages in his hands flipped and rattled.

Chen Ziran in the back row is still talking about it: "As a result of the vocal exam, I took a full fifteen !!!" He covered his stomach and fell on other students, "Who would have thought that the twenty or so little swans were actually out of tune. So many !!! The rest can't remember the lyrics !!! "

Chen Ziran Barabara said endlessly, with a lingering scent of lemon in his tone.

"Cut, the director really doesn't know what to think. They are good at ballet, but this is a musical. The emphasis is on the music ?! Really thought that just going to the ballet department and catching a few ducklings would be more professional than us. He sang better? "He paused suddenly, looking towards the front row, his right hand was raised high, and then fell heavily on Xiang Guai's shoulder, making a crackling sound. "Speaking of which, I can dance ballet and sing well, I have seen one in my life-that is the little prince of my class!"

But as soon as his words fell, he suddenly shook to Guai's shoulder, and politely threw the male student's palm off his shoulder.

He got up, stood still, his hands in his school uniform pockets, his face was extremely calm.

Quiet around.

Xiang Gui didn't match any pair of eyes, and just whispered, "Sorry, I'm going to the toilet." Then he passed the crowd and walked out of the noisy corner of the classroom.

Chen Zi sat blankly sitting cross-legged on the desk and asked, "No ... no, am I not bragging about him? Is my little prince angry?"

Qi Yan twisted her body, sulking, her whole face wrinkled into a bun: "Chen Ziran, why is your mouth so broken!"

Chen Ziran jumped up: "Jin Qi 霁, you scold me and scold me, can you swallow the mouth first and then open the mouth ?! Look at the spray you sprayed, so that my chest is full of oil ideas, you are responsible for washing ? "

...

Xiang Gu's feet seemed to have his own will. When he reacted, he was already standing in front of Teacher Chu Ping's office.

This is the office shared by all the class teachers in the sixth grade of the song and dance major, and the single room of the department head is opposite this large office.

Xiang Guai's right hand stopped in the air, less than one centimeter away from the door panel.

There was a voice in his heart urging him—knock, knock fast, knock on the door, find Teacher Chu, the head of the department, and everyone you can find! Tell them that you want to participate in the selection of "Out of My World"! Tell them that you want to stand on that stage even if your foot is injured!

He didn't know how many times he had watched the musical "Breaking Out of My Life". He knew all the songs in it and could recite all the lyrics without reading the music.

Every time he sees that work, he will be moved by the perseverance of Little Billy. He thinks of his former self and broke into the dance classroom regardless of his parents' obstruction. He begged the teacher to accept him.

He has gone through all the hardships that Little Billy has experienced, and he has also experienced sufferings that Little Billy did not know. If you must choose a little Billy from their school, he is the best candidate!

He can sing loudly, and he can dance gorgeous dance steps on the stage.

His voice and feet will carry his dream, he ...

... he is not a waste.

The blood rushed into my heart, and at the same time my chest, courage, and persistence.

After all, he is a seventeen-year-old boy. He is still adolescent, and his life has just begun. Even if he has encountered such suffering, he has never worn away hope.

He raised his right hand, his fists clenched, but his knuckles dropped slightly--

But he didn't expect that the door of the office was hidden. As soon as he touched it, the door staggered to reveal a gap.

From the gap, it was the voice of the head teacher Chu Ping and the head of the department.

He heard Mr. Chu said, "Is it really impossible to give Xiang Guai a chance? Xiang Guai's sound conditions are good, his progress is fast, and he has ballet skills. Tomorrow morning, the main creative team of" Jump Out of My World "will leave. I want to let Xiang Gua show his face before they leave. "

He heard the head of the department say, "What's the use of just showing your face? If you don't choose it, it will hurt the child even more!"

"But it won't necessarily fall ..."

"Mr. Chu, I know that you are distressed and guessing. But I am also distressed! The principal of the ballet is distressed too! Now the old Liu of the ballet department mentioned the child and still shed tears! But what is the use of our distress? Are you realistic? His case was in black and white, four operations, countless steel nails, exemption from sports exams, half of the first half of the dance class ... this is the reality! "

"But ... but ..."

"No but!" The head of the department sounded like a thunder, dark clouds, and twilight, "Xiang Guai, impossible to be the protagonist of" Out of My World "-although unfortunately, this is the result of unanimous agreement of all teachers. "

After that, the head of the department talked with Chu Ping.

But Xiang Gui couldn't hear anything.

He seems to have become a puppet, a machine, a soul without feelings, neither sadness nor joy.

He seemed to be floating in the air and fell into the abyss.

He has nothing, he is nothing.

He was Xiang Guai, but Xiang Gui was already dead in that car accident.

He is a waste, one who thought he could return to the stage on his own feet, but in fact everyone was looking at his waste with pity.

He actually wanted to fight against fate--but everyone, everyone, everyone, already knew the end of his fate.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't do it.

He will never be the protagonist of "Out of My World".

He couldn't tell all the audience his love on the stage with his own feet.

That used to be a belief that runs through his life.

It was a dream he was proud of, thinking that he would fight for life.

But this dream is broken ...

In the afternoon of that cicada, in a small town in his hometown, under the unmonitored place, under the wheel of the rampaging car.

... he's all over.

He knew that as long as he worked hard and he was willing to pay, he might become the protagonist of a musical someday in the future. That musical won't have any drastic dance moves, just need his feet to fall to the ground, don't jump, run, rotate, stick there quietly and sing the whole drama.

There are many musicals like that.

But those musicals ... all aren't called "Out of My World".

He could never be that boy named Billie Eliot in ballet shoes.

…………

The bell rang twice before class, but Xiang Gu sat on the toilet in the middle of the men's toilet, staring at the spider web on the ceiling.

He doesn't know when he came here.

He thought calmly that it should be the pair of feet that had not been scrapped for the time being, and carried him over.

There was a window next to him. Looking out of the window to Guai, the sky was high, and it was a beautiful scene of late autumn.

unfortunately.

To guess, unfortunately, the window actually has a fence.

The cellphone in his pocket was shaking, constantly shaking, took out a glance to Gua Moran, and found that it was the message from Qi Ji.

Miracle Girl: Xiang Guai, how about you? ? ?

Miracle Girl: Coming back to class soon!

Miracle Girl: This is not a physical education class. Did you go back to your dorm to sleep?

Xiang Gu didn't reply.

He knew that as a friend and as a little gentleman, girls should not be worried about themselves.

But he couldn't care less now.

He thought, go fuck.

The young boy sweared for the first time, but it made him feel very happy.

He didn't want to see anyone's face now. No matter Qi Ji, Chen Ziran, teacher Chu, head of department, teacher Wu Ji, vocal teacher ... he just wanted to spend the day quietly in a place with only oneself.

But at the same time, another voice was telling him.

Let it go-vent all your pain, all your tears, all your regrets and resentments. Tear all the masks and stop being a good humble boy and vent the pain that has been put on your feet thousands of times.

Otherwise ... you might as well jump through that window.

Maybe in the afterlife, you can become a butterfly, a cloud, a flower, or, or a little swan.

In short, don't be a ballet prince anymore.

Hold the phone tightly to Guessing hand, subconsciously pull down, refresh, pull down, refresh.

He seemed to click on Weibo and the address book, but in the end he opened the chat software and found the person's name.

Guess: God, are you there?

Guess: I'm in a bad mood right now.

Guess: Can I talk to you ...?

After half a minute, the phone screen turned on again.

Yiming Qingyun: You say it.

Yiming Qingyun: I am listening.

The author has something to say: Hey, guess.

(I cry, how about you guys!)

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