This actor needs more money

When Huang Zhizhong came to the classroom, everyone had just returned from apologizing to their seniors.

Under Yuan Shanshan's persuasion, Tong Mengshi gritted his teeth and apologized to the senior and cleaned up.

"Classmates, class has begun." Huang Zhizhong didn't give them a chance to breathe and rest at all: "Now, everyone comes to the corridor with me."

"Shoot in a row in order of tallness and shortness, tall and short can't understand!!"

Huang Zhizhong yelled directly at Xing Fei.

Paired with his unsmiling and serious face, it was very scary.

Judging from his appearance alone, Huang Zhizhong is the most serious-looking one. From where he stands, you can tell that he is a difficult person to get along with.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was loud and majestic.

It took a few seconds for everyone to arrange themselves in order of height, and everyone stood at attention, not daring to make a sound at all.

"I am your line teacher. Some of you may know me, and some may not. Let me introduce myself. My name is Huang Zhizhong."

"The four basic skills of an actor are the stage shape and the lines. I am responsible for the lines. As for why I am responsible for the lines, you will know later."

"Half of an actor's skill lies in his face and half in his mouth. If he can't speak his lines well, why should he film any scenes?"

"So our first lesson today is something simple. Have you heard of tongue twisters?"

"I'll do a basic test first."

"Three of you memorize "Painting the Phoenix""

"You three memorize "The Lion and the Persimmon"

"You three memorize "Counting Lions"."

Huang Zhizhong took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and said, "Ten minutes, and I will carry them one by one in ten minutes."

Without his reminder, everyone had already started memorizing it, and some who were not familiar with it even took out their mobile phones to search.

Song Yanfei's Mandarin is good, Zhang Yuxi's is not bad, and the pressure is not too great.

Wan Guopeng, Xing Fei, and Tong Mengshi broke out in a cold sweat. Their spoken language was not standard to begin with, but as a result, there were still a lot of tongue twisters.

Not to mention memorizing it silently, I still stumble even when reading it on my mobile phone.

Soon, ten minutes were up. Huang Zhizhong started from Yuan Shanshan and graduated from the Nortel acting class. To her, these things were child's play and she could just open her mouth.

"Next, Xing Fei."

Huang Zhizhong did not praise Yuan Shanshan. It was her basic skill. If she couldn't master it, she should go home as soon as possible.

"Red phoenix, pink phoenix defense, red and pink painted walls..."

"Hahaha."

After Xing Fei finished reciting it, some people started to snicker, it was Shao Mingming and others.

With a gloomy face, Huang Zhizhong said: "Next, Wan Guopeng."

"There are forty dead persimmon trees in front of the mountain, and forty-four stone masters behind the mountain."

"The forty-four persimmon trees in front of the mountain are stunningly beautiful to the fourteen stone lions behind the mountain..."

"Okay, stop memorizing it, it's not bullshit. Next, Shao Mingming."

Huang Zhizhong's face darkened every time he carried someone on his back. He knew that these people had never studied professional acting, but he didn't expect them to be so bad.

I can recite a simple tongue twister like this, I'm convinced.

"Red phoenix, pink phoenix, phoenix painted on the pink wall..."

"Louder, you haven't eaten yet? You bitches are chirping."

"Remember me, red phoenix, pink phoenix, red and pink phoenix, flower phoenix..."

"Higher your voice, no matter how high it is! Your words are like shit. The old lady buying ice cream at the door is stronger than you!!"

Except for Yuan Shanshan, there was no one left who was not yelled at by Huang Zhizhong, with spit on their faces.

Not to mention girls, boys were trained until their eyes turned red.

Wan Guopeng almost shed tears.

Damn, the blow is not that big.

"Starting from today, I will recite tongue twisters for half an hour before morning class!"

Huang Zhizhong's words made everyone's expressions change again, and they all wanted to die.

Ding Xiu asked them to run five laps, which meant they had to get up half an hour earlier. Huang Zhizhong had to memorize tongue twisters for half an hour, which added up to an hour.

The morning class here at Nortel is at seven o'clock.

"Now follow me, lower your energy to your Dantian, pay attention to your pronunciation, your tone should be high and steady..."

Huang Zhizhong's class was followed by Tong Dawei's acting class. When he arrived in the classroom, these young people were all hopeless and half-dead lying on the table.

"Students, cheer up and stand up!"

"Hello teacher."

"I'm Tong Dawei, your acting class teacher. Don't worry, I have a good personality, not aggressive at all. The first lesson is to liberate your nature."

"Do you know what liberating nature means? It doesn't matter if you don't know. You'll know it right away. Someone, yes, it's you, Lu Shaocong, come up and play the role of a dog..."

"Don't laugh, everyone, everyone will be a dog soon."

Huang Zhizhong scolded him in the first class, and barked like a dog in the second class. Tong Mengshi and others almost went crazy.

This was only the first day, and they felt that their souls and bodies had been insulted.

Just when he was about to get angry, Tong Dawei patiently explained what liberating nature is, and he explained it in such detail that people had to take it seriously.

Everyone's hearts that were just about to fight were extinguished again.

I swallowed the words that came to my lips.

By the time Tong Dawei finished class, it was already lunch time.

In the afternoon it was Gao Yuanyuan’s vocal music.

Ding Xiu held a teacup and walked to the window outside the classroom.

Seeing his figure, Gao Yuanyuan, who had been in class for a while, said, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see if there is any trouble." Ding Xiu glanced at the group of colleges and said, "Teacher Gao, please be honest in my class."

"Whoever dares to bully her, don't blame me for punishing you during the physical fitness class."

Everyone: "..."

Okay, okay, my wife is all here.

You always look so vicious, who dares to bully your wife?

But one thing is that Gao Yuanyuan has the best temper among them. She is kind-hearted and patient. Everyone likes her very much.

There is no possibility of bullying at all.

Even if they take ten thousand steps back, they don't dare to bully her. Gao Yuanyuan is a big shot. Who dares to bully her after eating a bear's heart and a leopard?

Unless you don’t want to be in the entertainment industry anymore.

Seeing that Ding Xiu was affecting her class, Gao Yuanyuan rolled her eyes and said, "If you want to come in, come in. If you don't come in, just stay away."

The next second, Ding Xiu came in with a tea cup and found a seat in the last row.

Gao Yuanyuan was speechless. She just said casually, but she didn't expect Ding Xiu to actually come in.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower..."

Gao Yuanyuan is not a singer, and she is not very proficient in vocal music, but she still has no problem teaching some students with no basic knowledge.

A beautiful Jasmine song came out of her mouth, which was very pleasant to the ears.

Even Ding Xiu started humming.

It's just that the students' conditions are mixed. Zhang Yuxi and Song Yanfei are relatively good, but a few boys can't say anything, and their throats feel as if they've been chewed by dogs.

During the break, Song Yanfei smiled and said to Ding Xiu: "Teacher Ding, what do you think of my singing?"

"Don't you have any idea?"

Song Yanfei: "..."

mmp, Ding Xiu can make people angry.

I am a trainee, and I am good at singing and dancing. From his tone, it seems that he is not very good. Who am I looking down on?

"In addition to singing skills, there is another thing called timbre." Ding Xiu's words made Song Yanfei blush: "No matter how good your skills are, what's the use if your timbre is not good."

"I can usually entertain myself, but if I want to make my debut through singing, it won't work at all."

Singers are also different from actors. It seems easier to be a singer, but it is actually more difficult.

Actors are divided into three, six or nine grades. Those with poor acting skills can still get special roles, small supporting roles, or even no acting skills, but they have a good rapport with the role and can sometimes perform the role well. This is commonly known as true performance.

Singers are different. Technique is absolutely indispensable. In addition to technique, the more important thing is timbre.

In Ding Xiu's impression, there were two boys in Kuainan a few years ago, one named Zhang Jie and the other named Chen Chusheng.

They are all about the same age, very popular, and their skills are among the best.

Only the timbre, Chen Chusheng is not even a little bit better than Zhang Jie.

His vocal range is wide, his voice is thick, and his breath is long. He can sing any song with a lazy, comfortable, and story-telling feeling of vicissitudes of life.

Zhang Jie couldn't do it anymore. As soon as he opened his mouth, he made a judgment.

The current situation of Song Yanfei is that her technique is okay, but her timbre is not discernible at all. This kind of person will never become popular in her lifetime.