Jiang Jue was woken up by the sound of brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth.

He got up and looked at the time, it was five twenty-five in the morning.

The big boy was already dressed neatly, and even his hair was smeared to give it a decent look.

Jiang Jue himself didn't understand the weight of the words traffic star, but he gradually began to understand why so many people like him - the gifts that he likes to the door can never be cleaned up, and there are always people trying to knock on the door to say hello.

The existence of idols is to shine brightly.

Even on a campus where there are not many audiences, but there are sneak shots and recordings at any time, Qi Lin is like a vendor who wipes apples clean, managing himself all the time.

He prepares all his homework in advance, no matter whether it is morning work or evening self-study, he must pay attention to different styles of clothes, and the curvature of his smile should not make his cheeks too swollen, but also make people have enough intimacy.

Living with such a motivated person, there will always be an urge to make progress.

"Hi, good morning," Qi Lin reconfirmed his expression management in the mirror. After cleaning the water stains on the sink, he walked to Jiang Jue's side and said in a little embarrassment, "I still want to get the book in advance. Go and practice for a while, let's go first."

"Bring water," Jiang Jue subconsciously said, "The thermos should be warm."

Qi Lin paused, and suddenly remembered that there was no assistant by his side.

He turned back in a hurry, trying to find his things in a pile of sundries: "It seems that I haven't had time to buy it since school starts..."

Usually when I’m not recording songs, I’m always drinking iced drinks.

Jiang Jue rolled over and got out of bed, looked up at the messy quilt on the upper floor, stepped on his slippers and searched for a moment in the corner where gifts were piled up.

"Here, warm it up before using it."

He turned to look at Qi Lin, who slowly took the thermos gift box, his eyes still looking at the pink and blue bear pajamas.

At first glance, it is made of soft pure cotton, with little brown bears printed on the buttons and hem, and two bear ears on the hat!

Such a dull and serious roommate wearing such pajamas, the contrast is a bit big.

"Pfft, your clothes are so cute." Qi Lin couldn't help but reached out and touched the bear's ears, and reflexively said, "I didn't mean to make fun of you."

Jiang Jue nodded, not feeling ashamed: "My mother picked it out, it's very warm."

"I'll go to the lawn of the 12th teaching building to practice morning exercises first." Qi Lin quickly put the cup into his bag, and waved his hand with a smile: "See you, Teacher Jiang."

In the early morning of September, there is always a slight white mist, and the singing of birds is hidden between the shade of trees and the eaves of buildings, like bells coming with the wind.

Twenty-five students did not arrive on time, and two or three of them obviously did not adapt to this kind of life, and they did not arrive until 25:[-].

The assistant teacher looked very young. After briefly explaining the general practice method, he began to lead them to practice the morning exercises.

Different from the neat and uniform self-study in high school, when everyone read the tongue twisters in the books, they were scattered and weak, obviously without much experience.

More people did not focus on their own words, but winked and looked at each other, or observed Qi Lin on the right side of the team.

"——It's all over, and the soldiers have rushed to the north slope!"

His voice was loud and coherent, and he had even memorized all the tongue-twisters. He followed the assistant teacher and recited the tongue twisters loudly while pressing his legs.

A few people can keep up with their rhythm and speech rate, and everyone else sits back and reads the jokes.

"—Take the lead, be afraid, touch the cannon, fight the cannon!"

The teaching assistant girl wasn't aggressive enough that someone started whispering.

"It's so embarrassing... to say such a thing so loudly."

"Yeah, Qi Shen really doesn't have the burden of being an idol, and he's not afraid of fans being disillusioned."

Jiang Jue has long been used to waking up every morning to practice lines and forms, and only stretches his body and stretches his ligaments with the assistant teacher, without much sense of presence.

When he was resting and drinking water, he only turned his eyes to the side for a few seconds, looking at the new roommate who was full of vitality and had a clean smile.

It's not bad, obviously I've been learning how to control my breath.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone gathered again to disband, but Assistant Professor Zhou took out a record book from nowhere.

"Then let me report the results of the first day's morning work."

Wait - grades? !

The faces of a group of young people turned pale in an instant.

"Wen Hang—ninety points."

"Sun Yingying—[-] points."

"Guan Yuanzhi - 65 points."

Today—isn't today the first day!

The teacher hasn't taught us anything yet, so we're starting to score, right?

Hey, Assistant Professor Zhou, you didn't even tell us in advance when you scored!

Assistant Professor Zhou is still the good-natured guy who is easy to talk to, but there is no tact when scoring, and three or four scores are lower than forty in a row.

"Jiang Jue—95."

"Qi Lin—eighty."

She raised her head, glanced casually at the faces of the students, waved her hand and said, "If there is no problem, let's dismiss and rest."

"Teacher! Why did you start scoring all of a sudden!" The girl's voice sounded a little crying.

"Well, the total score will be included in the final grade, accounting for 15.00%."

As soon as these words came out, there was even more uproar below.

"But we don't know how to—"

"That's right, we're not ready yet, you're just starting to score..."

Assistant Professor Zhou put the ballpoint pen back in place, looked down at the news on the phone, and said slowly: "In the future, a director will ask you to make a movie, remember to say so confidently that I can't."

"Okay, let's go."

Qi Lin was packing his things and looking at his mobile phone. In this hour, his manager, Uncle Fan, made five calls.

He waved goodbye to his classmates from afar, and put on a Bluetooth headset while walking.

"Uncle Fan? So early?"

"It can be regarded as the ancestor who answered the phone—" Fan Yun almost sprayed saliva on his face on the other end of the phone: "If you don't answer again, I will really drive to the school to find you!"

"Okay, take me to the Hilton for breakfast." Qi Lin played with his meal card, looked at the crowds flocking to the cafeteria in the distance, and said slowly: "Tell me, is it a temporary announcement, or is there another big variety show that wants me go."

Even if he stood there alone, he still had a cute and clean smile.

Anyone who is hiding in the dark can take a picture and directly use it as a screen saver.

But the cynicism in the tone doesn't seem to be similar to this skin.

"Neither of them." Fan Yun changed his usual indecent tone, took a deep breath, and said, "Listen, you little bastard, you always wanted to act, so you came to the theater to learn how to act."

"I helped you get an audition spot, which will be in November this year."

"This resource is too big, I can't grab it for you, it's entirely up to you to get it or not."

"In the past few months, you have to study hard at school for me!"

"Hey, Uncle Fan, this doesn't look like what you can say." Qi Lin lowered his eyes and said lazily: "Versace Dior Jaeger-LeCoultre's Asian endorsement has already been taken, and people outside are rumoring that I am the benefactor who slept all the way." Higher-ups, what resources do we have that we can't secure?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds before speaking six words.

Qi Lin almost fell directly on the shallow steps beside the lawn.

He hurried forward a few steps like stepping on a balance beam, and subconsciously held the Bluetooth headset next to his ear with his fingertips, with a disbelief on his face that he couldn't hold it down: "You - say it again?!"

"Both leading roles have been confirmed. The director chose Baptiste, the former judge of the French Palme d'Or, for the one in "Green Rose"." Fan Yun said emphatically with a headache: "If you mess up this money Now, let’s not talk about transformation or not, the originally planned New Year’s variety show must go.”

"I'm learning. I was making up lessons yesterday. Believe me, I'm a real onmyoji!" Qi Lin lowered his voice abruptly. He was happy and panicked, but the expression on his face regained his composure, and he forcibly pressed everything down. .

Until he finished eating a pancake, his hands were shaking slightly.

After everyone changed their clothes, they reappeared in the dance classroom of the body class.

There are four major professional courses in the acting class, which are acting, body, lines, and vocal music. All four are indispensable if you want to graduate smoothly.

Nearly half of the students have no dance foundation, and some people only completed a set of radio gymnastics when they came to the art test.

So when Teacher Ping led them to stretch their legs, the whole classroom was full of howling ghosts and wolves, and even the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the four curtains reflected all kinds of extremely distorted expressions.

Girls who can dance are not much better off.

Compared with the street dance of dazzling skills, here only talk about the real leg press and various basic skills.

Some people burst into tears when they were pressed so hard.

Teacher Ping is a male teacher.

Bearded, 1.9 meters, a male figure teacher in tights.

So when he split a fork casually in front of everyone, the faces of most of the male students were green.

"During these four years, you have to complete basic physical training, as well as elementary rhythmic gymnastics and rhythmic gymnastics." When Pingjin spoke, the beard on his face moved along with it.

But no one could laugh. They were all sitting on the ground, pushing their toes with all their strength, and there was a hissing sound caused by pain from time to time.

"I will teach you ballet positions, waltz combinations, etc.," Pingjin said while pressing down on the classmate who was trying to bend his legs, and the latter almost cried out in pain: "The New Year's Eve party is of course very interesting, but remember , you learn this in order to be able to control your body to the greatest extent during theatrical performances."

Jiang Jue lay on his lap quite docilely as if he had been ironed.

He was slightly distracted by listening, and only looked sideways at Qi Lin who couldn't help whispering.

The latter obviously has excellent physical skills. He has practiced dancing for nearly 12 years since he was a child, and his waist, limbs and legs are as flexible as joint dolls. Last year, he sang and danced for an hour and a half at a concert, and now stretching his legs is like playing.

Jiang Jue tried to block out the bearded teacher's thoughts, and continued to maintain standard body movements to hear clearly what he was thinking.

"...The stone lion ate the 44 dead persimmons behind the mountain...."

Qi Lin crossed his legs and was halfway through reading, and caught off guard Jiang Jue's eyes: "...the astringent persimmon of the tree."

The two looked at each other, and the scene was a little awkward.

"Okay! It's time! Get up and run around here!" Pingjin shouted loudly: "Get your whole body active! Don't be lazy!"

Jiang Jue ran beside Qi Lin and whispered, "It's useless for you to behave like this."

"But I'm almost getting it right," Qi Lin also lowered his voice and defended, "I was right in every word just now."

"It's not just about reciting smoothly." Jiang Jue glanced at whose movements Mr. Ping was observing, and quickened his pace: "I'll teach you tonight."

Pingjin watched the group of students panting and running around, and his eyes suddenly fixed on Jiang Jue, who was speaking in a low voice.

How did he look—so much like his old friend?

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