Difficult to quit

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There are a total of five acts listed in the script, and during the audition, one or two scenes are randomly selected for the actors to perform.

The scene where the girl was selected happened after Qing Miao left Qingyuan Sect. Qing Yi had already offended his fellow sect because he defended Qing Miao everywhere, not to mention that he was a little beggar without father and mother, who was picked up by Yu Qingmiao and entered the Immortal Sect. But he has a very good foundation, and he works hard at the same time. In terms of cultivation, he has left behind many disciples who started earlier than him, and has long been envied by everyone.

So they secretly accused Qingyi of cheating in the school exam, the master was furious, and punished Qingyi to copy the French books a hundred times, and he was not allowed to come back to class if he couldn't finish the copy.

The scene where the French books were torn up began when Qing Yi finished copying the books.

Zhuang Yi stood there for a few seconds to adjust his emotions, then held the audition script across his chest, pretending to be a copy of the French book, and walked towards the long table step by step.

He staggered, his right leg was stiff and half dragged, and he couldn't help frowning slightly after walking a few steps, but he glanced at the paper in his arms, and couldn't help smiling again, his eyes full of longing.

At this time, Qing Yi had just been beaten by his senior brothers in the back mountain, but he desperately snatched the French book and the rice paper he had copied and kept it in his arms, and was about to show it to his master.

As long as the master has read it, he can continue to go back to class. The fairy gate seems to have opened another door for him. He likes to practice and has been working hard. He dreams that one day he can be like those famous seniors. The sword flies, subdues demons and eliminates demons.

The master of Qingyuanzong who taught spells was a real person in Ming and Qing Dynasties, known for being upright and strict. Because Qingyi worked hard, he had always liked him before.

Zhuang Yi came to the long table with the book in his hand, bowed his head and handed it up, and said respectfully: "Master, this is the French book I copied, please have a look."

Director Chen Ming temporarily acted as a real person in Ming and Qing Dynasties, and reached out to take the script, "Have you copied it a hundred times?"

Zhuang Yi bowed and said, "Yes."

Ming Qing Daoist raised his eyebrows and said displeasedly: "Qingyi, the first day you entered the school, I taught you to be honest, trustworthy, diligent and conscientious; Tell me again, have you copied it a hundred times?"

Qingyi whispered: "The copying is over."

Ming and Qing real people asked: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Qingyi pursed his lips, he didn't cheat at all, but in order to calm his master's anger, he still gritted his teeth and said: "...I know I was wrong."

Only then did the real people of Ming and Qing begin to flip through the papers. Unexpectedly, they became more and more angry, and finally smashed the paper on Qing Yi's face, trembling with anger, "This is the French book you copied?! This is your mistake?! "

Chen Ming made a temporary cameo, and he didn't throw the paper at Zhuang Yi, he just threw the script on the ground.

Zhuang Yi's face was at a loss at first, then he stretched out his hand to press on his face, held down the imaginary rice paper, spread it out in front of his face with slightly trembling hands, stared at the empty palm, then threw his hand away violently as if he had been scalded When he went out, his face immediately turned red.

——When the senior brother beat Qingyi in the back mountain, the French books he copied had been secretly dropped. Qingyi desperately grabbed the paper in his arms to protect it. Only the first few pages were still copied by him, and the back was full of paintings. A palace map full of all kinds of dirty pictures.

Zhuang Yi still didn't believe it, knelt down on the ground and picked up a piece of "paper" out of thin air, and threw it away again after reading it.

Chen Ming read the lines, "Naughty beast! You dare to bring me such, such obscene things, get out, get out with your dirty things!"

Then he stretched out his hand to tear the book again.

——Ming Qing Daoist got so angry that he tore Qing Yi's original French books into pieces.

Zhuang Yi turned a deaf ear, and kept groping with his hands on the empty floor, as if there were really hundreds of sheets of rice paper scattered there, but it wasn't his, it wasn't written by him, he wanted to find the one hundred copies of rice paper he copied. He submitted the books to the master to prove that he had copied the book seriously. After reading it, the master would definitely agree with him to come back to class.

The floor was smooth and clean, and there was only a script on it. A stack of A4 papers was neatly bound, right in front of him, but Zhuang Yi seemed to see debris all over the floor.

It wasn't the map of the harem that was thrown on the ground by the master's anger, but Zhuang Yi's own homework, which was torn into pieces and scattered on the ground.

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That was after Li Qinghai left.

The rumors in the school became more and more popular, saying that he was a homosexual and a pervert. Combined with the sense of justice and exclusivity of adolescents who had nowhere to rest, many people began to run on him and bully him. Boys who got close to him would be rejected Infected with the disease of liking the same sex, girls will be pointed at by others.

Gradually, he was isolated by the whole school. No one talked to him, and many people were even reluctant to touch him for fear of being "infected".

Wang Meng and Song Xueqian of No. [-] Middle School guarded him, and no one in the school dared to blatantly trouble him, but the teasing and pranks behind his back never stopped, and became more and more serious.

His exercise book was torn up, and it would take a few days for the new book to arrive. He wanted to borrow it from his classmates to make a copy, but after asking all over the class, no one lent it to him. In the end, it was his former deskmate He Zhizhi who secretly gave away his exercise book Stuffed it to him.

Zhuang Yi carried the exercise book and ran all the way to the printing room to make copies, then ran all the way back, and quietly returned the exercise book to He Zhizhi.

He stayed up all night to finish his homework, and he could hand in his homework on time the next day, but the class representative thought his things were "dirty" and refused to accept his homework, so he had to take it to the teacher himself, and happened to have a question to think about. Asked, even took the textbook together.

Just as Zhuang Yi walked to the door of the office, Teacher Zhang Ming's loud voice came out from the concealed door.

"Don't mention it, this child is abnormal, can he still learn well?"

Someone persuaded her, "Didn't he still take the first place in the class last year? It is inevitable for children to have a little deviation in their thinking..."

"Is he deviant? He's a pervert!" Zhang Ming raised his voice and interrupted the other party, "What's the matter if a man likes a man? It's against the principles of ethics. You don't even want to lose your face!"

Zhuang Yi stood stiffly at the door, the hand knocking on the door stopped in mid-air, unable to fall any further.

Because he has good grades and is well-behaved, Zhang Ming, the homeroom teacher who used to always be kind to him, called him "corrupting the atmosphere" and "shameless thing". It enveloped him like a cloth, airtight.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't have the courage to rush in to argue with Zhang Ming, nor was he willing to explain himself in front of the whole school.

He was only 15 years old at that time, just a stubborn and weak child, he really liked Li Qinghai, he didn't want to deny it.

He can only choose to escape.

Zhuang Yi clutched the copied exercise books and textbooks, and was about to turn around and go back to the classroom.

Who knew that at this time, the door of the office was suddenly opened from the inside. The teacher who opened the door looked at Zhuang Yi at the door and said awkwardly, "Uh, Zhuang Yi, are you here to see Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Ming's loud voice came to an abrupt end.

Zhuang Yi was in a dilemma, so he had to whisper, "I'll hand in the homework."

Zhang Ming said ferociously inside: "Why don't you come in after handing in your homework, what are you doing standing at the door?"

Zhuang Yi gave way to the teacher who opened the door, walked over and silently put his homework on Zhang Ming's desk.

Zhang Ming believed that Zhuang Yi must have eavesdropped at the door on purpose. She was guilty and angry, and her tone was bluffing fiercely, "What are you doing holding the textbook?"

At this time, Zhuang Yi just wanted to leave quickly, and he didn't want to ask any questions, so he said, "Nothing."

Zhang Ming was even more unhappy when he heard this, and felt that Zhuang Yi must be scolding her in his heart, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the textbook that Zhuang Yi was holding. Have you memorized them all by heart? Have you done all the homework after class? Wouldn’t you be proud if you got first place in the exam?”

Zhuang Yi lowered his head and didn't speak.

He has always been a serious student. The key points in the book are clearly marked, and the exercises are done neatly. Look more and more angry.

"What are these!" She slapped the book on the table with a "slap", poked it and questioned Zhuang Yi, "What dirty things did you write in my textbook! You still have to be shameless!!"

Zhuang Yi felt a chill in his heart when he looked over.

The boys in the class didn't dare to beat him up, so they scribbled on his book secretly. After he found out, he used tape and correction fluid to stick it off, but they didn't know when they quietly drew a new one. of.

The man's naked organs, all kinds of dirty words and pictures, appeared impressively on his physics book covered with correction fluid.

"It's not me..." Before Zhuang Yi could finish his sentence, Zhang Ming had already slapped his face in the face, his left ear buzzed, and half of his face suddenly swelled up.

"Smelly shameless! Shameless!" Zhang Ming was so furious that he stretched out his hand and tore his book into four pieces, and slammed it on his face!

"Get out! Don't come to my class in the future, I don't have a perverted student like you!" Zhang Ming seemed to have finally found evidence for his assertion just now, You grabbed the copied exercise book and tore it to pieces, "What homework are you still doing, huh? Drop out of school early and go home and get a man!"

Snow-white pieces of paper fluttered one after another, Zhuang Yi was fascinated.

He squatted down, silently picked up the scattered textbooks, ignored the fragmented exercise books, and went out with the papers in his arms.

Class was already over, but he didn't want to go back to the classroom, so he walked to the playground with a bunch of shredded papers in his arms, and sat down in front of the steps.

He felt the left side of his cheek was very hot, he stretched out his hand to touch it, but it felt cold.

"Why are you crying?" Zhuang Yi scolded himself in a low voice, "What's so good about crying?"

The textbooks are not torn too shredded, they can be used after being glued together.

Compared with the slaps he received before, this slap really didn't hurt too much.

But the tears kept falling, just like not wanting money.

Just because you are always crying, always crying, Brother Qinghai doesn't like you, so he doesn't want you anymore, do you know that?

"Snapped".

He reached out and slapped himself lightly.

"Don't cry." Zhuang Yi said to himself.

"Snapped".He increased his strength.

"Don't cry."

"Snapped!"

"You are not allowed to cry!"

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

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In the audition room.

The girl sitting in the corner suddenly stood up with a "thump".

However, no one in the room noticed her gaffe, and everyone's eyes were on the young man in the middle of the room.

A drop of water hit the ground with a "snap", splashing into a scattered flower.

But there was no second drop, the young man bit his lip firmly, not to let the tears fall again, he wanted to pick out the fragments of the original French book from the papers that didn't exist all over the floor, and then he gave up and took those The poor fragment was thrown back again.

He raised his head and said softly, "This is not a French book I copied."

Looking at him with such sad and stubborn eyes, Chen Ming seemed to be hit on the head by something, and he froze on the spot for a moment.

Originally, the Ming and Qing real people still had lines here, but he had forgotten it.

Zhuang Yi didn't wait for his reply, and smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "...I didn't cheat."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out, he forgot that Qingyi was still limping at this time, and his right leg was no longer dragging, but no one in the room cared about this detail anymore.

Everyone understood that Qingyi belonged to him.

It's not like no one has tried this scene before him. Faced with being misunderstood and tearing up the book, some people went crazy, some wailed, some were indifferent, and some were sad.

——But what Zhuang Yi showed was gradual, cumulative, and hopeless.

This was one of the straws that crushed Qingyi's faith and pushed him to fall into the devil, not the last one, but its weight cannot be ignored.

True despair is the accumulation of bits and pieces.

It is countless times of struggle, and countless times of being pressed and destroyed.

Zhuang Yi understood this feeling.

No one is more suitable for Qingyi than him.

The author has something to say: I am so sad to write this chapter

The significance of taking this drama is to dig out Zhuang Yi's deepest wound and then heal it