Son of the Bone

When Teacher Qin finished introducing the guests to the students with a smile, many of them turned pale with fright, for fear that they would mess up the scene, and two young girls who were not strong enough had red eyes.

This is a major event related to their future. Who wouldn't want to be photographed by these companies in their first year of freshman year and directly go to make movies and TV series?Even if it's just a supporting role!

Qi Lin didn't want to, and he knew Jiang Jue didn't want to either.

They are all second- and third-tier companies. There are two of them who have toasted themselves before, so there is no need to take it too seriously.

Jiang Jue was able to play the leading role in the country's top-notch theater in his teens, and he had no shortage of abilities and resources. Besides—he wanted to talk to his own father later about whether he could get Jiang Jue to be signed by the SPF. Others don't even have to compete with themselves.

So classmate Xiao Qi was surprisingly calm about this matter, and kindly comforted those classmates who got nervous in an instant.

The two people in the 440 dormitory, among the chaotic and chattering crowd, were surprisingly peaceful.

Qin Yizhu looked at the two princes and smiled playfully.

It's only been two months since school started, and everyone has only learned a little bit, and it's a little difficult to perform a three-to-five-minute sketch.

Whether it's scheduling, lines, or movements, it takes a long time to rehearse and adapt to a complete set. Some students don't even know where to put their hands when they see several big sunglasses staring at them.

In fact, those six or seven people came here to see the excitement, mainly to see the appearance.

This is an increasingly impetuous era.

A person with good looks and high topicality, even if he is a double in a TV series from the beginning to the end, there will be a large group of fans scrambling to help dispel rumors and fight gangsters, for fear that outsiders will say a bad word.

And TV dramas and movies are becoming more and more commercialized, enough blood and entertainment are enough. If you really make logical and in-depth movies like "Mind Labyrinth" and "Blind Mountain", it is the blessing of the Buddha that the box office can return to its original value. .

In the era when the fan economy is booming, who wants to have trouble with money?

How much are feelings and depth worth?

Pairs of eyes stared at the pretty faces of those boys and girls, showing different expressions.

It wasn't until Qi Lin and Jiang Jue came on stage that the people who were a little tired just now were cheered up.

Both of them changed into rented costumes, obviously uniforms of different ranks.

As soon as the officer stepped onto the stage, the muffled sound of riding boots echoed, delineating a clear sense of the times.

The young man looked indifferent, holding a cane with a straight back, and he looked like he was from the army and trained.

He glanced at the chair before sitting down, obviously not too satisfied.

With the opening of the play, the noisy sound of the stage followed, and a small staff member with a slightly stooped figure rushed up with a bowed body and small steps. He bumped into many people along the way and apologized repeatedly. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"Qi Lin is so cute..."

"He looks great in such a dirty costume."

"Shh, be quiet."

The clerk was watching the play, and suddenly sneezed on the old man, and before he could cover it with his hand, all the saliva was sprayed out.

The general sitting in front was stunned for a moment, took out a handkerchief to wipe his neck and hair in displeasure, and continued to focus on the stage, obviously not wanting to be disturbed.

But the clerk turned his head to look at the epaulets, and covered his mouth again for fear of exclaiming.

His expression became depressed and frightened, he began to confirm the epaulettes over and over again, and finally couldn't help but leaned close to the general's ear and apologized in a low voice.

The general was concentrating on watching the play, when he was approached by the cold ear to apologize, even the hot breath was sprayed on his face, and he almost jumped out of the chair.

The audience burst into laughter.

Everyone became more and more absorbed in watching, and even forgot to comment on Qi Lin and Jiang Jue's appearance and clothes, and all focused on the progress of the plot.

The general was annoyed so much on different occasions, but he didn't expect that psychopath to come back on the third day——

"I disturbed your lord yesterday," the clerk stuck to the side like a slug, muttering in a vague voice, "I'm not joking as you said. I came to apologize to you, because when I sneezed splashed you, my lord."

"When it comes to joking, I have never thought about it. Do you dare to make a joke?" He spoke urgently and quickly, because he was eager to prove himself, he even moved a little closer to the general, and his voice also raised his voice: "If we Just kidding, in that case, there would be no respect for adults at all, and it would be impossible to talk about—”

The general made all kinds of gestures to interrupt, and his face became more and more livid, even though he was obviously born like this, he couldn't stop the staff from talking.

His wrist trembled from anger, he pointed at the door as if driving a gadfly, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

This roar was so full of anger that it shook people back, real anger burst out instantly, and even released all the depression that had been progressive in the three acts just now!

"Okay!" The audience applauded without fear of a serious incident. Everyone was tired of this long-winded and psychotic clerk, and wished that he would die farther away.

The clerk was startled, looked at the general and trembled, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "What, my lord?"

Annoyed by him, the general stomped his feet violently, resisting the urge to beat him and gritted his teeth: "Get out! Get out! Go!!"

The clerk walked home trembling as if he had lost his soul, and collapsed on the ground without taking off his uniform, his eyes were blank and he had no energy.

Then he died.

Several students stood up and applauded at the same time, and even whistles and cheers spread in the classroom.

The disgraced Qi Lin who had passed away was helped up by Jiang Jue, and the two smiled and bowed to the stage, and retreated together.

"I really understand why you let me choose randomly." Qi Lin tore off the wig and hat together as soon as he stepped off the stage, and said impatiently: "You were the protagonist just now! I'm here to accompany you! You marvelous!"

Before Jiang Jue could react, he was suddenly hugged tightly by a bear, and then loosened suddenly.

Qi Lin helped him take off his sultry hat, and began to take off his uniform in the background: "I really think you came out of the army, just that look - I was almost scared to tears when you were fierce, you know that!"

Jiang Jue was so teased that he burst out laughing, and began to help him untie the buttons that were hooked together.

Qi Lin opened his hands and let him help to unbutton the buttons. After looking at the empty backstage, he whispered, "Say, how should I thank you?"

Jiang Jue paused, helped him take off his coat, and also opened his hands to let him unbutton it for him.

"Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

"You've helped me for so long and taught me so many things, but I don't even know how to thank you." Qi Lin sighed in frustration, and said sullenly, "You don't lack anything."

If this is another major, or other students, it will be much easier to say.

Take your buddy to rank up, go to a hotel for a luxurious dinner, or take him out on a private jet.

But both of them are classmates in the acting department——

Not to mention treating Jiang Jue to a big meal, he doesn't even dare to move his chopsticks when he goes to socialize.

Are you kidding, the performance class checks the weight and waistline once a week, the gym and the playground are full of people every day, okay?

To eat two chopsticks is delicious, you have to go out and run four times, and only when you are an enemy will you give away snacks!

If it was other students, it would be very kind to send some small resources from the company and introduce them to be supporting roles in TV dramas.

The problem was that Jiang Jue was clearly not an ordinary person.

Qi Lin grew up in the circle of celebrities, and his sense of smell for certain things couldn't be more acute.

He is definitely not from an ordinary family background.

Jiang Jue was obviously stunned when he heard these six words, even his riding boots almost caught his ankles.

He wouldn't see himself at the Fashion Week dinner, would he? !

He - found out?

"what are you thinking?"

When he spoke, he tried his best to suppress his guilty conscience, his voice was moist and trembling slightly.

"I have been in this circle since I was a child, so I can judge very well." Qi Lin was obviously not too surprised, pointing to his inner clothes: "Your clothes have no trademark or LOGO, obviously they are customized by a special tailor."

Jiang Jue blinked and subconsciously held his breath.

"There are clear life and career plans, and professional abilities beyond ordinary people."

"There are also conversational postures, and familiarity with different styles of suits and leather shoes." Qi Lin touched his chin, without any hesitation in his tone: "They are all wearing trendy brands and AJ, and you are wearing goat leather Oxford shoes, the same It's also handmade, right?"

His father used to ask a tailor to help him make two similar pairs, but he thought the style was too old-fashioned and threw it at home for ashes.

"You brat doesn't know what style is." Mr. Qi commented at the time: "Superficial!"

"I'm very knowledgeable," the superficial classmate Xiao Qi laughed and said, "Well, when you perform in November, I'll go backstage and send you a flower basket."

Jiang Jue followed him and folded all the props back into the basket. Seeing a classmate walking in with a smile, he said in a low voice, "Actually, you have repaid me a lot."

"Is there?" Qi Lin leaned close to him and blinked: "Are you also impressed by my handsomeness? I feel hungry just looking at my face every day?"

Can this idiot be more serious.

"No, first, I don't see your face every day."

Jiang Jue paused, and his expression became more serious.

"Second, you are actually a material library for... activities."

I will go out with you for a day, and when I come back, I can quietly write four or five pages of notes.

Qi Lin was stunned for a long time, and went through his words again in his mind.

"--what???"