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In the dimly lit classroom, in the projection in front of the podium, the best picture winning works of the 99th Academy Awards are being played.

The story has come to an end.

A long shot from far to near, the male protagonist stands alone on the balcony, smoking a cigarette silently, no one knows what he is thinking...

Jiang Xiannian sat in the first row, sobbing came from behind him.

At first, it was just a little bit, and gradually, when the heroine appeared, it was woven into pieces, from vague to clear, with the rustle of wiping tears and snot with paper.

I don't know who patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Is there any paper?"

Jiang Xiannian responded, paying attention to the heroine's use of body movements when she was showing despair, without looking back, she just handed over the tissue.

In Jia's ear, a slightly distorted "Thank you."

Ten minutes after the film ended, the instructor opened the curtains.

The light came in, and Jiang Xiannian raised his eyes.

Standing in front of the podium, a middle-aged man in a royal blue suit with meticulously combed hair is Han Yi, the instructor of the 19th grade acting class.

Han Yi put his hands on the podium, his facial expression looked a little excited:

"Students, your emotions fluctuated a lot in the stands just now."

"I'm very pleased."

The voice paused, and Han Yi looked around: "All of you here, some of you are 19, some are 20, some are 21 this year, your life can be said to have just started, and the years to come are still very long, I hope you can always maintain This ability."

"When you hear a song, you are moved by the emotional melody; when you see a story, you are touched by the life of the characters."

"Either I feel angry and mournful, or I feel uncomfortable in my heart, or I toss and turn in bed at night, unable to calm down."

"You cry, you laugh, your ability to cry without being dominated by emotions you control."

As he listened, Jiang Xiannian felt his eyes fall on his face.

Very peaceful, like a kind elder:

"Skills are certainly important, but the narration that is felt from the heart and contains true feelings has the most direct power to hit people's hearts."

"To hear, to see, to experience, to feel."

Han Yi shook his head slowly, seeming to speak earnestly: "Don't lose sight of the basics."

Freshmen in the performance class mainly study the theoretical study related to performing arts and a series of film and television appreciation courses, which lay the foundation for the practical courses in the future.

From the first semester of the sophomore year, he began to participate in different forms of performances such as dramas, stage plays, musicals, and cross talks.

When the class was about to end, Han Yi assigned a mid-term homework: "Free combination, three to five people, and a play that is usually controlled at three to ten minutes. The script is selected from the textbook. You have ten days of rehearsal time."

"Before tomorrow, determine the script and participants, and the team leader will report the statistical list to the party secretary."

After the class ended, Jiang Xiannian walked out with the crowd after class.

I don't know if it's okay to do the mid-term assignment alone?

He can learn stand-up comedy.

Jiang Xiannian took out his mobile phone and wanted to open Han Yi's WeChat, passing by the corner, he found that several people in the dormitory seemed to be waiting for him.

Seeing him approaching, Li Minyu enthusiastically took two steps forward. Subconsciously, he wanted to grab his shoulders, lifted them into the air, then turned around and touched his neck: "Xiannian, let's rehearse together in the dormitory, not too much, not too much." Less, exactly five people."

Jiang Xiannian glanced at the other three people beside Li Minyu.

Before he could open his mouth, Shen Xingwang pursed his lips with a tugging expression: "It's fine if you don't want to..."

Jiang Xiannian: "Okay."

Shen Xingwang immediately asked, "Are you willing or not?"

After finishing speaking, he cleared his throat again, looked down and looked left and right: "I don't particularly want to be with you."

Beside Shen Xingwang, a little gray-haired man with grandma pressed his shoulders hard, and said to Jiang Xiannian: "Don't listen to his nonsense, Shen Xingwang has to listen to what he said in reverse."

Jiang Xiannian nodded, indicating that he had made a note of it.

"Are you a worm in Dad's stomach? Know me so well?"

Shen Xing retorted unconvinced, and "Grandma Hui" was not to be outdone.

With overwhelming strength, Li Minyu clamped the two of them with his shoulders from left to right, and at the same time stretched out his hand to Jiang Xianjian, and said with a smile: "Welcome Xiannian to join us."

Jiang Xiannian simply shook his hand.

Going back to the dormitory is naturally a way, Li Minyu said as he walked, and asked Jiang Xiannian and other people's opinions from time to time.

Before he knew it, Jiang Xiannian and the others came together.

Li Minyu seemed to like to talk a lot. During the long journey, Jiang Xiannian knew the names of his and Shen Xingwang's other two roommates.

The one with gray hair is Xu Ziyou, and the one with white skin like a vampire is Chang Qing.

I also heard Li Minyu talk about his family members and two twin brothers.

"Look, these two are my younger brothers."

Li Minyu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found the photo album and pointed it out to Jiang Xiannian. Xu Ziyou was next to him. When he heard this, he touched his arm: "I know why Brother Li is so like an old lady who babbles endlessly. right?"

It feels strange to walk with other people.

Jiang Xiannian turned his head slightly, glanced at the shoulder next to his arm and then looked away.

The discussion ended at 11:30, and Jiang Xiannian left the dormitory.

After reporting on the meal situation in the morning, Ji Baicen asked him to come to the north gate of the school at [-] noon.

Jiang Xiannian arrived on time, and as soon as he left the school, Ji Baicen's car drove over.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Jiang Xiannian tentatively adjusted the seat.

But maybe a supercar is really not suitable for the car. No matter how he adjusts it, he still feels that there is not enough space.

Jiang Xiannian cast his eyes on Ji Baicen's legs, and couldn't help frowning.

His legs were already very long, and Ji Baicen's were even longer than his.

I'm afraid he sat on Ji Baicen's body, and there was not enough space in the car for them to carry out some activities.

Jiang Xiannian touched the newly bought box of covers in his pocket, feeling a little worried.

It seems inevitable to be injured.

I hope it will not affect the next rehearsal.

Ji Baicen didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes fell on Jiang Xiannian through the rearview mirror of the car.

The sun slanted down, dyeing the short black hair with a touch of gold, making her look as cute as possible.

Ji Baicen's eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts wandered, recalling the first time he met Jiang Xiannian.

The first time I saw Jiang Xiannian was half a year ago.

After playing ball with a bunch of friends, he walked towards the dormitory noisily, and with a casual glance, he saw Jiang Xiannian under the tree.

The thin boy was raising his hand to catch a leaf. He didn't know what to think of, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sunlight fell on his face through the gaps between the branches and leaves, as beautiful as an angel who accidentally fell into the mortal world.

Even in the playground where people come and go, there is still a sense of detachment from the world and a pale and fragile feeling all around.

Ji Baicen looked away uncomfortably, and when he returned to the dormitory, he found that his face was burned all the way.

Shaking his head, Ji Baicen forced himself to take his attention back.

After receiving half of it, he was attracted by Jiang Xiannian's hair.

It looks soft and fluffy.

Ji Baicen moved closer to Jiang Xiannian unconsciously.

Jiang Xiannian didn't look back, but he could feel Ji Baicen's breath approaching him.

Jiang Xiannian did not hide.

Ji Baicen Bao. This is the purpose of raising him. Since he agreed, he has no reason to be coy after taking such a large sum of money from others.

Just a little nervous.

Jiang Xiannian held his breath, just a little.

He was thinking about when it would be appropriate to hug Ji Baicen's neck, but Ji Baicen's momentum of leaning forward suddenly stopped.

It was here a few days ago, and the person who had been looking for it for half a year raised his face and asked him, "How much can you give me?"

Ji Baicen lowered his eyelids and didn't look at Jiang Xiannian again.