After I became popular, I ran off with my agent [GL]

She had planned to ask the teacher questions after class, but unexpectedly she had this opportunity.

Professor Cheng shook his head after listening, and replied lightly: "You must not have kept up with the progress of the class. On the 18th, you get up and tell her what the problem is."

No. 18 is a male artist with a background in Chinese opera. Hearing this, he stood up gracefully and replied with a magnetic voice: "In the performance, we must pay attention to the artistic creation of the characters. Indeed, the characters come from life, but the characters that can be popular with the public must not be It is completely copied from life. Our performers can restore the elements of life with actual experiences in the performance, so that the audience can feel the sense of reality, but if they even enter the drama world, they still cannot get rid of the ordinary sense of trivial daily life, so they will not be moved Yes. My answer is over, thank you."

Lu Yidai suddenly realized, and hurriedly opened the notebook to record.

Professor Cheng seemed dissatisfied with the answer, and continued to ask: "Who else is willing to share?"

He gave this class about 10 lessons, but it was far from achieving the teaching effect he expected.

After a full 5 minutes, the class was as silent as before. Cheng Mu had no choice but to close his laptop: "The in-class test is over, so we all open our books. We will start reviewing from the second class. I will take you through the key points."

Filled with joy, Lu Yidai quickly opened the book and listened to Professor Cheng's cool voice.

At the end of a class, she learned a lot and left many questions that were temporarily unclear, so she took the time to mark it.

Ming Yuke and Xiaoyue arrived before get out of class ended, and it was difficult to rush in, so they had to send Lu Yidai WeChat messages over and over again.

However, Lu Yidai was so immersed in her studies that she didn't pay attention to the mobile phone in her bag.

"The door is going to be locked." Cheng Mu knocked on her desk.

Lu Yidai was startled by Jianshi, let out a low cry, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Seeing that it was Professor Cheng, she immediately withdrew her eyes and put on a business smile: "I'm really sorry, I'll go back and disturb Professor Cheng."

Cheng Mu calmed down a little, and looked down at her notes: "When you were watching TV dramas and movies, did you encounter any particularly touching plots? Of course, excitement is fine."

Lu Yidai thought about it for a while, vaguely caught something, and replied vaguely: "I am often deeply moved, even when watching anime, basically when I see characters who have similar experiences to me."

But how do those villains affect people's hearts?She had a new question.

Cheng Mu nodded slightly, and gave her a new assignment: "Then find out those works and read them several times."

Lu Yidai couldn't help frowning, and boldly expressed her thoughts: "The main reason is that I think too much, and the inspiration from the acting before has disappeared, and I can't see the correct instructions."

She thought about asking her friends around her, but she was afraid of being comforted by them in turn. Su Yuqing, who she wanted to ask the most, was also suspected of being a rival in love, and there was almost no one to talk about.

"You have to be clear that any art is not based on short-lived inspiration, what can last forever is the experience and skills that can be followed. To give you a catchphrase, your current problem is that you don't read much, think too much, Do less. Wait until you receive more than 20 roles a year and play them all, and then come back and think about these issues." Cheng Mu finished speaking in one breath, and left gracefully.

Ming Yuke and Xiaoyue outside the door witnessed the whole process, and nodded respectfully to Professor Cheng passing by.

When Ming Yuke walked into the classroom, Lu Yidai was still in the same place, dumbstruck, she raised her hand and waved in front of the other party.

Lu Yidai came back to her senses immediately, stuffed all the items on the table into her bag in a trance, and asked belatedly, "When did you come here?"

As she spoke, she made a list in her mind, intending to sum up all the touching moments.

"It's been half an hour since get out of class ended. But it's good, the building is quiet and safe now." Ming Yuke led the other party out.

Lu Yidai stepped forward to hold the opponent, wanting to use her small stove attribute.

She did not forget to take the paper bag carried by the other party, and took a look inside: "Why do you still eat junk food???"

Ming Yuke felt uncomfortably attached to her, and pulled away a little without any trace, turning a deaf ear to her.

Xiaoyue consciously removed the "we" in that sentence, silently lagged behind a few steps, and watched the excitement behind.

Lu Yidai was silent again, speechless, thinking about a plan to restrict Pingping from entering the fast food restaurant in the future.

She also plans to announce the plan so that everyone can strictly supervise Pingping.

Just as she was dreaming happily, she received a WeChat message from Aunt Li: "Today, I ate a few fried chicken pieces. I made them with the cracked recipe given to me by Miss Ming that day~[with picture].jpg~"

Let her disappear in an instant all the enthusiasm to fight against Pingping.

She quit WeChat, opened Weibo, found the location of Rong Yule at the same table in the hot search, and grabbed Ming Yuke: "Pingping, can I forward this Weibo?"

Ming Yuke looked at the other party's hand, and the photo was the first seven memorial ceremony spontaneously organized by Shang Wei's fans.

She fell into deep thought, fixed in place, and thought for a long time before asking: "Do you want to go to the scene?"

Xiaoyue thinks her two bosses must be crazy...

Chapter 40

The location in the photo is easy to find, it is in a cemetery in the suburbs of S City.

The distance to the destination displayed by the navigation was less than 3KM. Xiaoyue couldn't help it anymore, slowed down the speed, and suggested in a low voice: "There must be a lot of media at the scene, and they can't find a place to park. Why don't we take a look at the side and leave? If Don't worry about my driving skills, so I will switch to Sister Ke at the front, what do you think, Sister Dai?"

Lu Yidai didn't know how things would develop to this point. She had planned to give in and just give a thumbs up, but she didn't expect the other party to be so hardcore.

She swallowed, and was about to interrupt Ming Yuke who was arguing with Zhang Li'an.

Before she stretched out her hand, she saw the other party hang up the phone, and then put on a smile: "It's all here, let's go in and have a look. Xiaoyue, you can stay in the car and wait by the side. If you have any questions, come pick us up."

"No, Pingping, since Sister Li'an disagrees, she must have her considerations, why don't we listen to her? I'll give her a thumbs up, she probably won't talk about us." Lu Yidai withdrew her hand, sincerely looking at each other.

Ming Yuke turned his head and looked out the window. Several cars came out from the direction of the cemetery, and the one in front still had the words "XX News Eye" printed on it.

She sighed, and said in a low voice: "We didn't come here to set up people, to gain popularity, nor to be a saint, to repay grievances with virtue, but just to send the truth. Someone told me that no one wants to see the truth now, Just want to entertain to death, now it's a dead end, let's just be ourselves for once."

She turned her head to Lu Yidai, who was in a daze, and asked softly: "Didn't you just want to express your opinion that day?"

Lu Yidai was poked at the center of the matter, lowered her eyes, and answered vaguely: "Well, um, just like Xiaoyue said, there are too many followers and scumbags, and I always feel that it will be my turn someday... Although Shang Wei is not good at me... It's kind, but it doesn't actually cause any real harm, and I'm not popular in the first place."

When she said these words, all she could think of was the picture of Mingyu Kehu beside her in the past, and her expression became more and more gentle.

"Dai Dai, I've told you before that if I dare to propose this way, I must have thought of a way that is more suitable for your development and will not let you get into trouble." Ming Yuke finished speaking, thinking of the other party's troubles recently, and then He swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Lu Yidai didn't notice the change, nodded, put on the mask and hat, and got off at the back door of the cemetery.

Not long after she walked, she saw a group of people holding black umbrellas in the distance, subconsciously pulling down their hats.

Ming Yuke stretched out his hand to hold the other party, leading her to walk past quickly.

There were a lot of people coming and going at the scene, and many of them were wearing masks in order to get into the media camera by mistake, so it didn't look like the two were different.As they got closer, they slowed down and stood behind the queue.

With her height advantage, Lu Yidai saw clearly the ceremony that the team was carrying out, and they were the only ones who did not hold white flowers.

She was hesitating whether to pull Ming Yuke away, when she heard a girl next to her say to them: "Friends who didn't bring flowers can get them at the front."

Looking at the girl's haggard appearance, she is probably one of Shang Wei's fans.

Lu Yidai and Ming Yuke looked at each other, nodded to the girl at the same time, and walked forward.

Without going through this paragraph, they really don't know how popular Shang Wei is, and the hundreds of people present are quiet and solemn. At first glance, they are members of the well-trained fan support club in the past.

Affected by the atmosphere, they felt more and more heavy, and sent Shang Wei through the last part of the world with respect.

Lu Yidai took off her hat, stuffed it into her coat pocket, took the white jú flower with both hands, and sincerely bowed to the seat of the host.

Before she finished holding the flowers, she heard someone above her head asking in a deep voice, "Who told you to come here?"