I really can't act

Chapter 2 Her specialty is her earlobes!
Opening his eyes, it was Fang Yi's surprised classmates, showing envy, and some of them stood upright, blushing, wishing they could make more noise.Messy tapping on the table.

The children in the projector are also cheering. In the camera, the red porcelain wall repaired by the male protagonist is now showing a certain luster. This may be the "good thing" that the children thought was hidden.

The original dilapidated gate has been repaired, isn't it worth being happy?

"Guishun" - the children don't know him, they only know the surprise brought by this uncle, and his children are also proud and excited to share.

"It was my dad who repaired the school gate! Without him, we would have to look at this skinny wall for the rest of our lives!" Xiao Guishun jumped up and shook his fist.

"Your father is amazing!" said the children.

Fang Yi and his classmates outside the camera, and Guishun and the children in the camera, now have a one-to-one correspondence.

The interception of "Migrant Workers" came to an abrupt end.Only the logo of the player remained on the screen.

What just happened?
Did you walk around in the movie?

"You played well, Fang Yi, that's great!"

Ren Changhong's voice rang like a bell, and Fang Yi remembered that the teacher, who was 1.6 meters tall and weighed more than [-], was also active in the art circle.It has some basic skills.

"There should be a video recorded below, you can ask for it later; this kind of performance has greatly improved you, frankly speaking, I didn't expect you to reach this level, your level..." Ren Bai was puzzled He explained, a little incoherently, "I want to give you ten points, plus ten points..." He went to pull Fang's arm, and after being dodged, he touched Fang's shoulder affectionately.

It's still that face of Gujing Wubo.

Confidence, perseverance, and wisdom are in your hands.

In Ren Fuzhi's mind, the door in his head suddenly opened, and he said emotionally, "Student Fang! You must have been preparing for a long time in private...it must be like this, otherwise, how could it be possible for young people to just pull it up and act it out?" Woolen cloth?"

Muttering to himself, "You value my class, you practice it over and over again, just focus on this passage... lines, expressions, demeanor, body adjustments..." "It must be so, it must be In this way, I found the best state in my class, the right time, place and people are all together..."

"Actually..." Student Fang was about to argue.

However, Ren Changhong had completely believed in him, so he pushed him down with half-acceptance and half-giveaway.Immediately afterwards, he explained the subtlety of the performance and the camera.The former uses Fang Yi's example, while the latter requires students to open professional textbooks to study.

Fang Yi walked off the stage. During the period, 09 students from the performance department of the 32 Central Opera Department paid attention.

The students flipped through the books proficiently and pretending to be exaggerated.Flipping the book is a rare breath of fresh air in a dull classroom. It is often at this time that students can hold the paper tightly in their hands, grit their teeth, express silent protests with greater strength, and convey a little bit of resentment. ammunition.

However, such a protest is just flipping through the book.

But it also has the magical effect of covering the attack. Under such a weak cover, someone gently called him, it was a girl in a short-sleeved shirt, with a ponytail that is quite common on campus, showing her entire face.The eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, the complexion is fair, beautiful, and there are not too many characteristics.

"I didn't bring any books, classmate Fang... Yi," the girl begged with a smile on her face, as if she had met him for the first time. Following her gaze when she came here, Fang Yi noticed a thin mole on the girl's nose. I was stunned for half a second.

——Feature 1 (nasal mole).

The female classmate was stunned for longer than him, her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, her eyes rolled around hastily, and she said again, "I really didn't bring any books, so I won't lie to you." She raised her hand in cooperation, It is in the shape of a subduing dragon palm, the palm of the hand is as white as the back of the hand.

The table was indeed empty.

So, I accidentally saw the girl's legs again.

God knows, he really wanted to confirm that textbook, well-feature 2 (long legs).

After such a process is completed, you will be kidnapped by morality, as if you didn't give up half of the book, and just looked at a pair of legs in vain on purpose.

Along the middle line of the book, the two sit together in strict accordance with the half-to-half ratio.

Fang Yi could feel that the boy's eyes became complicated again, and different eyes were focused on him. He was very sensitive to such eyes since he was a child, including that although the girl also attended the class, she was very concerned about it. Thinking of sneaking a peek at him.

[She probably wants to learn acting from me. 】Fang Yi thought to himself.

"The school's tiled red porcelain wall symbolizes certain moments when we need laborers like Guishun to do those dishonorable jobs well, but when the red porcelain wall is repaired, we despise them The work of repairing is not elegant enough...Children are different. The movie starts from a child's perspective. This perspective is very clever. Students...The story is arranged in this way, which is ironic but warm and unconventional; however, commercial There is no shortage of such techniques in movies, such as common war movies..."

List a bunch of war movies. The ppt jumps fast.

After jumping to an unknown documentary page, I stopped and started to talk about it in detail.

Take a closer look, the director - Ren Changhong.

Ren's voice became excited:
"After all, a movie is not a documentary that records reality. It needs a certain box office. Documentaries are pure..."

Ren Laomo gradually showed off the difference between documentaries and movies. It is said that Ren Changhong was limited by his appearance and was not allowed to find food in the industry for half his life. Yong.

——To be honest, Ren’s voice is more suitable for hypnosis. On the one hand, the voice is magnetic and mellow, and on the other hand, you won’t want to open your eyes.

Fang Yi freed one hand to support his head, his thoughts diverged, he thought about the strange things that happened just now, and recalled the plot of "Migrant Workers" by the way.

Of course, he has some knowledge of "Migrant Workers". As a textbook film for Central Opera, it is impossible for anyone who is interested in the industry not to study it.Fang Yi also has his own opinions, but unfortunately, theory and practice cannot be equated, and aesthetics is more common than creating beauty.

Everyone in the performance department of Central Opera dares to call themselves Wang Yuyan, maybe there is not even one Qiao Feng.

[Yes, I may have just exploded in the small universe. 】

After an actor enters a play, he will enter a certain mysterious and mysterious realm. It is not impossible to distinguish between reality and the script. Even sexual orientation can be changed. This is something controlled by hormones-I may be too deep into it without knowing it. What a fool.

Is that right?

He couldn't help but glanced back at the female classmate next to him, with such eyebrows, such moles, such legs, she seemed to have dimples, how could a living white world be fake?

Fang Yi stretched out two fingers, tapped rhythmically on the writing, heard a dull sound, then switched to the back of the other hand, scratched his nails, and quickly produced a real feedback of numbness; Staring at the side face of the long-legged woman, the delicate neck and earlobe of the other party, yes, that is a very distinctive lucky earlobe, slightly thicker than ordinary people.

Although the long-legged woman seemed to be engrossed in the book, her ears suddenly turned red, and even the hair covering her earlobes seemed to be stained pink—the cochlea was also clean.

——Feature 3 (thick earlobes).

This reminded Fang Yi of the little girls who played with him when he was a child. They used to want to give him a treat when they were in a hurry. One day, they suddenly read a romance novel that was circulated.

Woman, you are changing so fast.

Persist until the end of get out of class.

The teacher spit out bullets extremely fast, and left a class paper:
"Classroom homework - write an appreciation of the performance of "Migrant Workers"!"

"8000 words."

The hall was startled by the sound of frogs. "Wow ~ wow ~ wow ~"

Ren Changhong: "I know that most of you are from rich families. Don't take the evaluation for granted in your studies. If you don't know, watch more related documentaries and visit more relevant people. My grades in this class will be included in your thesis. It will be given within a week after it is sent, and it will be a quarter weight of the total final grade, this is a very important paper!"

Tangxia continued: "Wow~Wow~Wow~"

But Ren Laomo is very cold: "No plagiarism, no circulation, the subject matter must be novel, and the angle... the angle must be unique."

"Wow ~ wow ~ wow ~"

At the end of the conversation, the bell just rang.

Ren Changhong showed a satisfied smile at his perfect bell ringing technique, and immediately wanted to leave. His exposed ankle, which was 7 cm taller, exerted strength, and he looked back again.

Fang Yi was supporting his head. Although the get out of class was over, he was still looking at the PPT attentively, as if lost in thought. There was a beautiful photo on it:

Documentary Director - Half Portrait of Ren Changhong Sang.

Add 20 points!
Is 20 points enough? !

Ren Changhong straightened his body, the familiar feeling of sensuality came back, as if he had only said this sentence in his last words in his life:
"Students, this course paper is really important. I hope you will pay enough attention to it, and don't come to me and regret it after hearing something in the future."

(End of this chapter)