Son of the Bone
Chapter 2
On the night of check-in, we will gather to go to classroom C42 in Building 302 for a meeting.
There are only 50 people in the acting department, which are divided into two drama, film and television performance classes, with a mix of men and women.
Qi Lin noticed that his roommate went straight to the classroom after eating, put on a mask and hat by himself, took the phone key and went out.
Along the way, there are practitioners everywhere.
Next to the lawn and the statue, there are seniors sitting or standing loudly practicing tongue twisters and even cross talk Guankou, and there are small groups of people practicing their body.
As for those who walk in groups and discuss stage design and plot structure enthusiastically, they are probably students from the screenwriting or directing department.
People were busy and focused on themselves, and not many passers-by noticed his existence.
I heard that Shi Theater has always been very strict.
Qi Lin was looking for where Building 42 was, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
The performance department has four basic skills, namely vocal music, lines, body and performance.
When he woke up at six o'clock in the morning two days ago in a nearby hotel, he saw a lot of people in the school doing morning exercises with super serious reciting and leg pressing——
I didn't expect...there were so many people overtime at night.
The door of 302 was open, and everyone was laughing and laughing, but when Qi Lin appeared, everyone fell silent again.
"Hi?" Qi Lin took off his mask, and immediately saw Jiang Jue who was sitting on the left side with his head down reading a book, and sat behind him under all kinds of gazes.
Some little girls couldn't help but come over to talk to them, and they watched someone want to show their autographs again.
At this moment, a woman in a smoke-colored cheongsam embroidered with twine branch lotuses walked in quickly on high heels.
"Quiet."
"return."
She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the crowd to confirm that everyone was here, and said conveniently: "I am your head teacher, Qin Yizhu, and I will also be your acting teacher."
"It's not easy to get into the acting department, isn't it?"
Teacher Qin leaned forward slightly, and suddenly laughed: "Every year, there are people who want to come in, want to be the second Yu Ren, Song Junjiang Yanzhi, everyone thinks they are dragons and phoenixes, huh? "
"Listen," she said without any tact, "you are nothing now."
"The high scores of the four main courses, whether a final report performance can be completed, whether there is a producer's interest before graduation-all these are just the starting point."
And some people, I'm afraid they can't even touch the starting point, and they are complacent and content with the status quo after only getting the qualifications for the competition.
Qin Yizhu's eyes fell on the faces of Jiang Jue and Qi Lin, and he moved away briskly after only staying for two seconds, speaking quickly: "Introduce yourself first, then start to select the squad leader and other cadres, and I will Let’s talk about morning work and work attendance.”
really!
Qi Lin had communicated with the seniors he was familiar with a long time ago, and learned that he would gather at [-] o'clock every morning, and he had to practice until [-]:[-] before going to exercise for breakfast, and then start class after finishing!
Since his debut, his biological rhythm has been messed up like a dog.
On weekdays, the schedule of announcements is tight. During the preparation period for new songs, when you have to rush to change the tune and go to the recording studio, you may not be able to rest for dozens of hours, and most of them are supported by caffeine.
When it comes to vacation, day and night will be turned upside down because of the all-night liver game, which is not much better.
Now it is really difficult for him to turn on the old age clock...
Although everyone entered the school according to their own abilities, they all smiled a little bit greenly when they stood on the stage.
Many people deliberately showed off their special skills when introducing themselves, and several of them sang very well.
Whenever someone sang, someone began to look at Qi Lin and whisper, and even observed the expression on his face.
Qi Lin actually wanted to keep a dark face.
To be sung loudly in your own class is as shameful as reading a diary in public, okay?
And it's really embarrassing for that male student to sing out of tune!
Although [-] bullet screens passed in his heart, there was still a business-like smile on his face, as if he was as immobile as a Buddha.
When it was Jiang Jue's turn, Qi Lin took a special look at everyone's reactions, only to find that everyone was still staring at him, and many of them were secretly taking pictures.
The skinny and fair-skinned boy walked to the front of the stage, bowed slightly, and said, "Hello, everyone. I'm Jiang Jue. I'm from Shidu No. [-] Middle School. I like drama, thank you."
Qin Yizhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and found that these young people were still looking at the little star, and none of them paid attention to Jiang Jue's pronunciation.
I don't know that his identity is normal. After all, he has been hiding it for so many years, and he was called by the principal to talk to him just before school started.
However, his words came out with a perfect accent, and none of the words had extra consonants, and his voice was upright, and the preface and the end of the words were handled cleanly and clearly, and an insider would know the weight when they heard it.
"Don't go down yet," she said with a slight tilt of her head and a smile, "let's put on a show."
The students next to him immediately booed: "Come one! Come one!"
Qi Lin's eyes lit up, thinking that this time it would be interesting.
Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, thinking that Teacher Qin might have seen his performance in the theater, so he just nodded and asked politely, "What do you want to hear, teacher?"
"Hmm... come to Duan Guankou?" Qin Yizhu spoke slowly, and directly changed his tone: "Oh, where do you still cook Laba porridge?"
The next second, Jiang Jue smiled, and simultaneously changed into a twisted Tianjin accent, and continued fluently and clearly: "Of course I will give up some porridge and rice, and take it home to cook porridge."
The line was inexplicable, but it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even the little girl who was texting frantically under the desk just now because of Qi Lin's photo was stunned, and looked up to see what they were talking about.
Qin Yizhu responded again, and asked, "Oh! What's in this porridge?"
"One serving of rice beans."
"Ah."
"A full portion of porridge, one catty of millet, one liter of soybeans, half a catty of glutinous rice, half a catty of beans, half a catty of barley, five catties of jujubes, three catties of chestnuts, half a catty of preserved peaches—"
Just like reporting the name of the dish, I started to recite the excerpts from the cross talk classic "Opening the Congee Factory" in a complete set!
This guankou is what cross talk actors practice to speak sharply, but the more complex the syllables, the faster the speed of speech is required, and the difficulty can be imagined!
At the beginning, Jiang Jue spoke without haste, his words were sonorous and forceful, obviously he had a clear memory and he memorized every word perfectly!
"Two taels of gold cake, half a catty of rock sugar, three catties of brown sugar, five catties of white sugar, two taels of rose honey, one with a high fragrance, and a 23 sacrificial stove for one—"
Qin Yizhu had prepared a long time ago, and immediately followed that accent, making it quite smooth.
"What else do you give up for the New Year?"
"Five boxes of honey offering eight inches wide and five feet high."
"Oh!"
"Twenty-five Yuanzi apples form one class."
"Yo!"
"25 red cakes, three bowls for God's Old Buddha offering, Heaven and Earth offering, and Stove King offering? Three bowls for the ancestral hall, 25 Daqianchun oranges for one hall, and five bowls for white honey—"
Jiang Jue's speech speed also became faster and faster, his voice was clear and clear, and his breath was terrifyingly steady.
What is even more surprising is that Mr. Qin was able to seamlessly match his fast and slow speech speed, and the rhythm of a few syllables completely brought up the sense of rhythm!
The voices of both of them are crisp and bright, so bright that everyone in every corner of the classroom can hear them refreshingly and comfortably!
After reading this set, everyone applauded loudly and cheered!
"it is good!!!"
"pretty!!"
This classmate cheated! !You can memorize clearly after such a long time!
Qi Lin sat behind and clapped his hands, the more he thought about it, the more incredible he felt.
It is impossible for Mr. Qin to practice a session privately with him, obviously he picked a session on a whim——
Isn't Jiang definitely a drama actor? !
Many people could also clearly see that Jiang Jue was calm and unafraid on stage, obviously not an ability that ordinary teachers can cultivate.
Although it is said that after entering the acting department, no matter whether it is daily practice or class, you must be open and not shy, but there are not many people who can really do it.
After this trip, some impetuous people just now saw the gap, and put away their mobile phones nonchalantly, with unnatural expressions on their faces.
It's so far away from others just after entering school, how can I have the nerve to continue playing.
Teacher Qin waved his hand with a smile, indicating that he could go down, read the list and said, "Next, Qi Lin."
This time the applause and whistle sounded, and the excitement was like a small concert.
Qi Lin glanced at Jiang Jue who had returned, got up and went to the podium.
Although he was born as a singer, his body and manners have been trained quite well.
His back and neck were straight and his gaze was like a torch, without any trace of obscenity.
"Hi everyone, I'm Qi Lin," he laughed: "Everyone knows me, please give me your advice in the future."
"Sing one!"
"God Qi sing a song!"
"Come one, come one!"
Qi Lin was also very face-saving, and sang a short paragraph in front of a bunch of mobile phone cameras, and then bowed in the direction of the teacher, without staying for too long.
In case of being popularly searched by fans again, there will be tens of thousands of insults and car accident pictures in the private mailbox in an instant.
It is only on the Internet that hostility and viciousness can be displayed so thoroughly.
Before entering school, Mr. Qin had already been invited to the dinner.
"If you want to act well in the future, you will naturally have to accumulate life experience, but it will be quite difficult for you." The teacher exchanged glances with other teachers, and said with a helpless smile: "Being famous at a young age is not a good thing. Now you may have to go wherever you go." Being attacked by long guns and short cannons."
"When you come to study in the theater, it can be regarded as temporarily repaying your ordinary life for a few years."
Neither of them participated in the subsequent class committee selection, but Qi Lin knew why Jiang Jue couldn't come.
At that time, theater classes were usually scheduled in the morning, so he would have to choose the afternoon and evening for rehearsals in the future.
After all the troubles were finally over, everyone went back to the dormitory in pairs.
Qi Lin let many people walk and chat around him, and looked at Jiang Jue's back without any trace.
Qi Changyu stood tall like a crane, his muscles, skin and bones were thick and thick, which was really photogenic.
After returning to 404, Qi Lin thought about it, and tried to show a friendly and natural expression: "Jiang Jue, how about we check each other's Weibo?"
The stuffy jar was about to wash up, shook his head and said, "I don't play Weibo."
"Then...INS? TWITTER?"
"No," Jiang Jue said patiently, "I don't play social platforms, and I rarely go online."
In this era, there are still people who don't play mobile phones or surf the Internet? ?
Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and finally belatedly understood why this person was so relaxed in front of him.
He—maybe—really doesn't know how popular the word "Qi Lin" is in the entertainment industry.
A drama actor like this needs to spend a lot of time on silent theater learning and acting for several years.
That way of showing favor is completely useless.
He took another deep breath and called Jiang Jue again.
"It's actually like this," he said softly, "I want to discuss something with you."
The boy looked at him, blinked and said, "What?"
"Is it convenient for you to make up my lessons at night?" Qi Lin took a deep breath and smiled wryly.
"On the surface, I seem to be very popular."
"Many were people, waiting to see me fall hard."
His fame is not only because of the two albums with unique style, the cute and happy boy image in variety shows, but also because of his face.
The warm and clean feeling like a unicorn has always attracted countless fans of girlfriends, sisters and mothers.
But when he entered the theater, the aura packaged by the company and his talent in music creation were meaningless.
In the future, when you do early work, arrange sketches, and do final reports with everyone, you will be clumsy if you don’t know it, or you won’t.
He has been busy with new albums and concerts in the past year, and he learned some acting skills in a hurry for the art exam.
From the official start of school tomorrow, he must work several times harder than others to make up for his weak foundation and professional ability, and to stand on a higher ground.
——Never lose.
There are only 50 people in the acting department, which are divided into two drama, film and television performance classes, with a mix of men and women.
Qi Lin noticed that his roommate went straight to the classroom after eating, put on a mask and hat by himself, took the phone key and went out.
Along the way, there are practitioners everywhere.
Next to the lawn and the statue, there are seniors sitting or standing loudly practicing tongue twisters and even cross talk Guankou, and there are small groups of people practicing their body.
As for those who walk in groups and discuss stage design and plot structure enthusiastically, they are probably students from the screenwriting or directing department.
People were busy and focused on themselves, and not many passers-by noticed his existence.
I heard that Shi Theater has always been very strict.
Qi Lin was looking for where Building 42 was, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
The performance department has four basic skills, namely vocal music, lines, body and performance.
When he woke up at six o'clock in the morning two days ago in a nearby hotel, he saw a lot of people in the school doing morning exercises with super serious reciting and leg pressing——
I didn't expect...there were so many people overtime at night.
The door of 302 was open, and everyone was laughing and laughing, but when Qi Lin appeared, everyone fell silent again.
"Hi?" Qi Lin took off his mask, and immediately saw Jiang Jue who was sitting on the left side with his head down reading a book, and sat behind him under all kinds of gazes.
Some little girls couldn't help but come over to talk to them, and they watched someone want to show their autographs again.
At this moment, a woman in a smoke-colored cheongsam embroidered with twine branch lotuses walked in quickly on high heels.
"Quiet."
"return."
She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the crowd to confirm that everyone was here, and said conveniently: "I am your head teacher, Qin Yizhu, and I will also be your acting teacher."
"It's not easy to get into the acting department, isn't it?"
Teacher Qin leaned forward slightly, and suddenly laughed: "Every year, there are people who want to come in, want to be the second Yu Ren, Song Junjiang Yanzhi, everyone thinks they are dragons and phoenixes, huh? "
"Listen," she said without any tact, "you are nothing now."
"The high scores of the four main courses, whether a final report performance can be completed, whether there is a producer's interest before graduation-all these are just the starting point."
And some people, I'm afraid they can't even touch the starting point, and they are complacent and content with the status quo after only getting the qualifications for the competition.
Qin Yizhu's eyes fell on the faces of Jiang Jue and Qi Lin, and he moved away briskly after only staying for two seconds, speaking quickly: "Introduce yourself first, then start to select the squad leader and other cadres, and I will Let’s talk about morning work and work attendance.”
really!
Qi Lin had communicated with the seniors he was familiar with a long time ago, and learned that he would gather at [-] o'clock every morning, and he had to practice until [-]:[-] before going to exercise for breakfast, and then start class after finishing!
Since his debut, his biological rhythm has been messed up like a dog.
On weekdays, the schedule of announcements is tight. During the preparation period for new songs, when you have to rush to change the tune and go to the recording studio, you may not be able to rest for dozens of hours, and most of them are supported by caffeine.
When it comes to vacation, day and night will be turned upside down because of the all-night liver game, which is not much better.
Now it is really difficult for him to turn on the old age clock...
Although everyone entered the school according to their own abilities, they all smiled a little bit greenly when they stood on the stage.
Many people deliberately showed off their special skills when introducing themselves, and several of them sang very well.
Whenever someone sang, someone began to look at Qi Lin and whisper, and even observed the expression on his face.
Qi Lin actually wanted to keep a dark face.
To be sung loudly in your own class is as shameful as reading a diary in public, okay?
And it's really embarrassing for that male student to sing out of tune!
Although [-] bullet screens passed in his heart, there was still a business-like smile on his face, as if he was as immobile as a Buddha.
When it was Jiang Jue's turn, Qi Lin took a special look at everyone's reactions, only to find that everyone was still staring at him, and many of them were secretly taking pictures.
The skinny and fair-skinned boy walked to the front of the stage, bowed slightly, and said, "Hello, everyone. I'm Jiang Jue. I'm from Shidu No. [-] Middle School. I like drama, thank you."
Qin Yizhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and found that these young people were still looking at the little star, and none of them paid attention to Jiang Jue's pronunciation.
I don't know that his identity is normal. After all, he has been hiding it for so many years, and he was called by the principal to talk to him just before school started.
However, his words came out with a perfect accent, and none of the words had extra consonants, and his voice was upright, and the preface and the end of the words were handled cleanly and clearly, and an insider would know the weight when they heard it.
"Don't go down yet," she said with a slight tilt of her head and a smile, "let's put on a show."
The students next to him immediately booed: "Come one! Come one!"
Qi Lin's eyes lit up, thinking that this time it would be interesting.
Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, thinking that Teacher Qin might have seen his performance in the theater, so he just nodded and asked politely, "What do you want to hear, teacher?"
"Hmm... come to Duan Guankou?" Qin Yizhu spoke slowly, and directly changed his tone: "Oh, where do you still cook Laba porridge?"
The next second, Jiang Jue smiled, and simultaneously changed into a twisted Tianjin accent, and continued fluently and clearly: "Of course I will give up some porridge and rice, and take it home to cook porridge."
The line was inexplicable, but it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even the little girl who was texting frantically under the desk just now because of Qi Lin's photo was stunned, and looked up to see what they were talking about.
Qin Yizhu responded again, and asked, "Oh! What's in this porridge?"
"One serving of rice beans."
"Ah."
"A full portion of porridge, one catty of millet, one liter of soybeans, half a catty of glutinous rice, half a catty of beans, half a catty of barley, five catties of jujubes, three catties of chestnuts, half a catty of preserved peaches—"
Just like reporting the name of the dish, I started to recite the excerpts from the cross talk classic "Opening the Congee Factory" in a complete set!
This guankou is what cross talk actors practice to speak sharply, but the more complex the syllables, the faster the speed of speech is required, and the difficulty can be imagined!
At the beginning, Jiang Jue spoke without haste, his words were sonorous and forceful, obviously he had a clear memory and he memorized every word perfectly!
"Two taels of gold cake, half a catty of rock sugar, three catties of brown sugar, five catties of white sugar, two taels of rose honey, one with a high fragrance, and a 23 sacrificial stove for one—"
Qin Yizhu had prepared a long time ago, and immediately followed that accent, making it quite smooth.
"What else do you give up for the New Year?"
"Five boxes of honey offering eight inches wide and five feet high."
"Oh!"
"Twenty-five Yuanzi apples form one class."
"Yo!"
"25 red cakes, three bowls for God's Old Buddha offering, Heaven and Earth offering, and Stove King offering? Three bowls for the ancestral hall, 25 Daqianchun oranges for one hall, and five bowls for white honey—"
Jiang Jue's speech speed also became faster and faster, his voice was clear and clear, and his breath was terrifyingly steady.
What is even more surprising is that Mr. Qin was able to seamlessly match his fast and slow speech speed, and the rhythm of a few syllables completely brought up the sense of rhythm!
The voices of both of them are crisp and bright, so bright that everyone in every corner of the classroom can hear them refreshingly and comfortably!
After reading this set, everyone applauded loudly and cheered!
"it is good!!!"
"pretty!!"
This classmate cheated! !You can memorize clearly after such a long time!
Qi Lin sat behind and clapped his hands, the more he thought about it, the more incredible he felt.
It is impossible for Mr. Qin to practice a session privately with him, obviously he picked a session on a whim——
Isn't Jiang definitely a drama actor? !
Many people could also clearly see that Jiang Jue was calm and unafraid on stage, obviously not an ability that ordinary teachers can cultivate.
Although it is said that after entering the acting department, no matter whether it is daily practice or class, you must be open and not shy, but there are not many people who can really do it.
After this trip, some impetuous people just now saw the gap, and put away their mobile phones nonchalantly, with unnatural expressions on their faces.
It's so far away from others just after entering school, how can I have the nerve to continue playing.
Teacher Qin waved his hand with a smile, indicating that he could go down, read the list and said, "Next, Qi Lin."
This time the applause and whistle sounded, and the excitement was like a small concert.
Qi Lin glanced at Jiang Jue who had returned, got up and went to the podium.
Although he was born as a singer, his body and manners have been trained quite well.
His back and neck were straight and his gaze was like a torch, without any trace of obscenity.
"Hi everyone, I'm Qi Lin," he laughed: "Everyone knows me, please give me your advice in the future."
"Sing one!"
"God Qi sing a song!"
"Come one, come one!"
Qi Lin was also very face-saving, and sang a short paragraph in front of a bunch of mobile phone cameras, and then bowed in the direction of the teacher, without staying for too long.
In case of being popularly searched by fans again, there will be tens of thousands of insults and car accident pictures in the private mailbox in an instant.
It is only on the Internet that hostility and viciousness can be displayed so thoroughly.
Before entering school, Mr. Qin had already been invited to the dinner.
"If you want to act well in the future, you will naturally have to accumulate life experience, but it will be quite difficult for you." The teacher exchanged glances with other teachers, and said with a helpless smile: "Being famous at a young age is not a good thing. Now you may have to go wherever you go." Being attacked by long guns and short cannons."
"When you come to study in the theater, it can be regarded as temporarily repaying your ordinary life for a few years."
Neither of them participated in the subsequent class committee selection, but Qi Lin knew why Jiang Jue couldn't come.
At that time, theater classes were usually scheduled in the morning, so he would have to choose the afternoon and evening for rehearsals in the future.
After all the troubles were finally over, everyone went back to the dormitory in pairs.
Qi Lin let many people walk and chat around him, and looked at Jiang Jue's back without any trace.
Qi Changyu stood tall like a crane, his muscles, skin and bones were thick and thick, which was really photogenic.
After returning to 404, Qi Lin thought about it, and tried to show a friendly and natural expression: "Jiang Jue, how about we check each other's Weibo?"
The stuffy jar was about to wash up, shook his head and said, "I don't play Weibo."
"Then...INS? TWITTER?"
"No," Jiang Jue said patiently, "I don't play social platforms, and I rarely go online."
In this era, there are still people who don't play mobile phones or surf the Internet? ?
Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and finally belatedly understood why this person was so relaxed in front of him.
He—maybe—really doesn't know how popular the word "Qi Lin" is in the entertainment industry.
A drama actor like this needs to spend a lot of time on silent theater learning and acting for several years.
That way of showing favor is completely useless.
He took another deep breath and called Jiang Jue again.
"It's actually like this," he said softly, "I want to discuss something with you."
The boy looked at him, blinked and said, "What?"
"Is it convenient for you to make up my lessons at night?" Qi Lin took a deep breath and smiled wryly.
"On the surface, I seem to be very popular."
"Many were people, waiting to see me fall hard."
His fame is not only because of the two albums with unique style, the cute and happy boy image in variety shows, but also because of his face.
The warm and clean feeling like a unicorn has always attracted countless fans of girlfriends, sisters and mothers.
But when he entered the theater, the aura packaged by the company and his talent in music creation were meaningless.
In the future, when you do early work, arrange sketches, and do final reports with everyone, you will be clumsy if you don’t know it, or you won’t.
He has been busy with new albums and concerts in the past year, and he learned some acting skills in a hurry for the art exam.
From the official start of school tomorrow, he must work several times harder than others to make up for his weak foundation and professional ability, and to stand on a higher ground.
——Never lose.
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