Son of the Bone

The acting class is the part that everyone is most looking forward to and eager to try.

Comparing to physical inadequacy, clumsiness in vocal music and stuck throat, and line training that is more and more like poetry recitation class, it is performance that people can never forget.

——Although Qin Yizhu has already begun to be called the old witch.

Mr. Qin has been in Shi Theater for almost 20 years and has trained many outstanding students.

Her high professional level is really high, and her fierceness is also really fierce.

But—this is a show!

How many people yearn for this class.

If you learn how to act, you can turn decay into magic, and you can create all kinds of charming villains who can overwhelm the guests. If you have different talents, you will be auditioned or even filmed in this school year report performance!

During the art test, almost everyone, even if they were not specifically instructed by the teacher, read some books on acting, and those who were rich naturally asked the teacher to give advice.

Even when Qin Yizhu walked into the classroom quickly, the slightly fanatical expressions in the eyes of most people did not put away.

The teacher stood still in front of the podium, neither opening PPT nor writing on the blackboard.

She glanced at all the students, and finally said: "You are the seventh batch of students I lead."

"That means, before you guys, I've seen all kinds of trouble."

She randomly pulled a chair and sat next to the podium, her tone was flat: "According to the syllabus, you should start by learning about animals, first forget your social labels and identity labels, and do subtraction."

Do · subtract · method.

Qi Lin was afraid of missing every word she said, and was anxious while listening.

But if you study animals, you won't be able to catch up with the audition——

You can't have a gorilla courtship chest-beating in front of that French director, can you?

"But you don't bother to do such things."

Qin Yizhu smiled, crossed his hands, and said lazily, "You have more or less taken acting classes outside of school, and you are neither interested in learning about the history of Western drama, nor have you the patience to read all the scripts of "King Lear" .”

She said these few words quite lightly, but gradually some students faded away from their expressions just now, showing a slightly panicked expression.

The fact is that most young people in their twenties always have a kind of self-confidence in their abilities and vision.

This kind of arrogant temperament can be said to be a youthful spirit, and it can also be said to be the stupidity revealed by too little cognition.

After Qin Yizhu finished these few words, some people coughed twice because of discomfort, obviously they were hit by some inner thoughts.

"I won't talk about that anymore." She leaned forward slightly and looked at these young people with childish faces: "Don't you all want to act? Then act."

Qi Lin panicked, and subconsciously looked at Jiang Jue who was sitting next to him, but the other party was listening intently with his chin propped up, and didn't respond at all.

"Performance, whether it is the so-called experiential school, method school, or expression school, is inseparable from real experience." Qin Yizhu gradually smiled, and said slowly: "Naturally, you have never been a boss, nor have you ever been a dancer , it’s better to play the role of husband and wife arguing.”

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. Even if your parents respect each other like guests, you should have seen relatives and neighbors bickering.

She casually took the roster handed over by the class monitor, and said casually: "Zhang Ke'er, Sheng Tianshuo, you two come up and perform."

The boys and girls who were called out froze for a moment, almost full of hesitation when they got up.

"Not willing?" Qin Yizhu raised his chin: "Then let's start the theory class directly?"

As soon as they heard the word theory, almost all the students showed expressions of resistance.

Zhang Ke'er, who was drawn, was heartbroken, and walked up to the podium quickly, exposing it in front of all the students.

At this moment, she saw so many pairs of scrutinizing eyes that she took a slight step back.

"Adapting to the feeling of being exposed is the first lesson you have to learn. 』

Qi Lin suddenly felt that something had been hit in his head, and he glanced at Jiang Jue again.

And Jiang Jue still maintained that posture, observing every move of Zhang Ke'er.

and many more.

Could it be that Jiang Jue is not observing this female classmate, but...recording and learning all the instinctive reactions of her character?

Is he Methodist?

Qi Lin shook his head and forced himself to look at Zhang Ke'er.

Almost all the girls who can enter the acting department are tall and good-looking.

Sheng Tianshuo stood in front of this girl exuding a youthful air, and was a little embarrassed to look directly into her eyes.

The students who watched the excitement in the audience and didn't think it was a big deal immediately applauded, faintly urging the two of them to quarrel.

More and more eyes began to express evaluation, examination, negation, and encouragement.

It's like a camera with a red light.

"You—you tell me!" Zhang Ke'er took a sudden step back, pointed at Sheng Tianshuo's nose and said, "Who is that vixen?!"

Her voice was especially sharp because of the tension, and it was a little out of tune.

"I don't, I don't know her," Sheng Tianshuo raised his hands subconsciously, swaying from side to side: "Honey——"

When the call came out, many audience members immediately started laughing.

Sheng Tianshuo glanced at the audience, bit the bullet and continued to improvise: "I just had a meal with her, that's just entertainment."

"I'll believe it, this is not the first time!" Zhang Ke'er yelled resolutely, even her eyes turned slightly red: "If you have nothing to do with her, delete her phone and WeChat! You can delete it for me !"

Sheng Tianshuo didn't know what to do next, so he just put the blackboard eraser into her hand as a gesture: "Delete it! Delete it as you like!"

The laughter in the audience was getting louder and louder, and those eyes felt like needles.

Zhang Ke'er took the blackboard eraser, but was at a loss, and only paused for three seconds in embarrassment.

She couldn't continue this scene, and she couldn't make up any more words in her mind.

"Okay, let's go down." Qin Yizhu waved the ballpoint pen and jotted down his usual grades.

The two came back to their senses, bowed quickly, and hurried back to their seats.

"Okay, start preparing for the next couple." Qin Yizhu took over the list again and began to look at the new candidates: "Fang Chengran, Chen Lu."

Only then did the people watching the show realize that it was not over yet, and that they could become the one being watched at any time.

"Who will comment on how the two of them performed?"

Several students stood up one after another, and said a few words with mixed opinions.

As different points of view were put forward, there was a faint discussion in the audience.

"Well, let me ask you." Qin Yizhu turned the ballpoint pen and asked, "Are the two of them acting as a husband and wife, or a couple?"

The students fell silent for a moment.

"Is there a difference?"

Zhang Ke'er's face instantly turned embarrassing, and she pretended to be reading a book embarrassingly.

Jiang Jue tilted his head thinking about the problem, only felt a movement under his arm, it was a small note.

He glanced at the teacher who was analyzing the problem not far away, and then at the deskmate who was sitting upright and listening attentively.

"Did you create your own characters and create conflicting points?"Do you have any tricks to share...』

One after another, two groups of students came to the stage to perform impromptu performances. Jiang Jue thought for a while, bowed his head and wrote four words in a hurry, then pushed the note back.

Qi Lin already had a vague sense of despair in his heart.

I can't even act well in such a small quarrel, and I still go to some kind of audition, I am crazy.

The note was pushed back, and he quietly took it under the table and glanced at it.

"Instinct"

What's the difference between you saying nothing?

Whoever acted was not a real substitute...

Qin Yizhu twirled his pen again, and began to record the time points: "Are the two of them acting as husband and wife, or enemies?"

"Is there a difference?"

Yes, you have to feel like a husband and wife, but what the hell is it like to be a husband and wife? I have never been married? !

It's all mandatory to quarrel, if the quarrel is not too fierce, and if the quarrel is too fierce, it is said that the enemy is collecting debts, can it still be okay?

As soon as Teacher Qin released his pen, Yiyi's eyes began to scan the students present again.

Some people shrunk their necks unconsciously, apparently not wanting to be carried up by her.

"Jiang Jue."

"Qi Lin."

"You two come up and play."

As soon as Qi Lin's name was called, those huddled little heads popped up instantly, and the applause instantly surged like thunder, and some people wanted to take out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures, but when they saw Teacher Qin's eyes, they put the phone back .

Qi Lin thought to himself that he was really afraid of something, but with a natural smile on his face, he just got up calmly and got on the stage.

It looks calm, but in fact, I have already started thinking about how to pretend to faint or have a stomachache.

No - pretend to faint in front of the acting teacher, don't die.

At the same time, Jiang Jue stood opposite him.

"Wait," Qi Lin said subconsciously, "Who will play the husband?"

Immediately there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Jiang Jue stared at him with no emotion in his eyes.

"Then I'll do it." Qi Lin instinctively resists female characters, and doesn't want to behave like a girl.

As a singer and idol, he always has to wear some eye makeup and lip makeup on shows these years.

And the sunspots caught a few unnatural things, and started to smear and attack wantonly. Every vicious comment did not forget Aite more than ten times.

He was still resisting these related things in his heart.

"Okay, let's start." Qin Yizhu patted the table, as if the director was hitting the board.

The next second, Jiang Jue took a few pieces of chalk and began to break them on the podium without saying a word.

Breaking off verse by verse, nothing was said.

Because of the drooping of his head, his expression was slightly covered by shadows, and it was not clear.

What is this for?Are you breaking string beans?Qi Lin instinctively walked two steps into him, trying to see his expression clearly.

"Speak..." he lowered his voice.

"No, you talk."

The man still stood there motionless, as if he hadn't heard his words at all.

Qi Lin was in a hurry, and directly raised his hand to tug on his sleeve, but the other party pulled the sleeve back suddenly, not even wanting to look at him.

"Hey, what's the matter, can you just say it?!" Qi Lin raised his voice subconsciously: "What do you want to do?!"

The man looked towards the distant room for an instant, and made a silent movement as if warning.

He was listening to see if the child had been woken up.

Qi Lin was confused, he couldn't understand what this person was thinking at all, he instinctively wanted to please him, but he didn't even know what mistake he had made, so he just grabbed the other person's hand and said in a deep voice again : "We have something to talk about, don't make yourself angry with me, we can do anything—"

The man overturned the things in his hand, and directly raised his wrist to get rid of him, the anger and disappointment in his eyes were clearly visible, but he couldn't get rid of Qi Lin's hand at all.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong." Qi Lin clenched his wrist and refused to let go, for fear that he would lose even the last bit of actual contact.

He didn't want to let the trouble get worse, so he tried his best to calm down: "It won't be like this in the future, I promise, can you speak well, I beg you—"

The man looked in the direction of the bedroom, and Qi Lin suppressed the raised voice in an instant. He frowned and felt that his voice was hoarse.

He just wanted to let this matter pass quickly, regardless of who was wrong and where, anyway, this stalemate could not continue, and it would hurt each other if they really quarreled.

But that person is too stubborn, so strange from his eyes to his defensive posture, he even refuses to let himself get close to him, and he still wants to break free from his hand.

"Wife," he looked into those forbearing and aggrieved eyes, sighed a long time, and subconsciously began to show weakness: "I'm really tired today, let's stop arguing, okay?"

This call from my wife was soft and soft, which made people feel instantly soft-hearted.

In the next second, the applause suddenly dispersed like lights!

"awesome!!"

"Oh my god, it's so crispy, my wife..."

"Did someone record it?!"

"It's recorded, it's recorded!"

Suddenly there was more enthusiastic applause from the audience, which suddenly pulled Qi Lin out of the scene.

"I didn't expect Qi Shen to be so talented in acting, he's really versatile!"

Jiang Jue put down half of the chalk that had been crushed into powder in his hand, bowed slightly and stepped off the stage.

Qi Lin stood on the stage, stunned by the applause for a long time, hurriedly looked at Teacher Qin and bowed, and then rushed down.

He didn't even think about how he got into the show, what he said just now, he only held Jiang Jue's wrist at the moment he sat down, and touched his palm subconsciously.

At this moment, he didn't even remember that he was an idol who needed to pay attention to all his actions, and he hadn't completely come out of that preset situation.

That feeling of distress and panic is still entrenched in my heart.

Under the clear light, in the palm stained with chalk dust, the nails were hard and deep, just like the eyes that were restrained and extremely disappointed just now.

Even if he saw this look in his eyes again, he would subconsciously want to please this person and make him even a little bit happier.

Qi Lin took a deep breath for a moment, choked on the chalk dust and sneezed, and finally got out of the play.

The students at the front, back, left, and left tables couldn't help but lean over and praised him for being so expressive and so natural on stage.

"I was so anxious to watch just now, Qi Lin, you fried chicken!"

Qi Lin took out a tissue and handed it to Jiang Jue to wipe off the chalk dust that had been pinched between his nails, and couldn't help but tap his head.

——What happened just now? !