Rebirth 2002: Chic Life

Yesterday, both barber shops in Lijiadou experienced a peak of customer flow. Men and women lined up to have their hair washed, cut and blow-dried, their curly hair straightened, and their colorful hair dyed black again...

Both the so-called chief barber and the apprentices in the barber shop were all mobilized and were busy from 05:30 in the afternoon until the lights of the art school were turned off.

November 2004, 11, Tuesday, 23:8 am, 25, Class 3, Classroom 2309, Performance Department, 030105rd Floor, East Teaching Building, Art School.

Looking around, Yi Shui's white shirt with black butterfly knots, underneath are pleated skirts of various colors, black silk, white silk, bare legs... all carefully chosen by the girls based on the rumored preferences of Wu Dong.

The six boys are much simpler, wearing white shirts, black suits and trousers, and black leather shoes.

"Damn it, look at all these pheasants turning into ladies!"

"Brother Tao, you want to die. I can call my boyfriend forty or fifty with a wave of his hand, but then you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy."

The young man called Brother Tao curled his lips in disdain... and shut his mouth obediently.

"Hey, I really envy the childlike appearance. He has been the only one in the acting class for the past two years. You think it would be great if I could become a girl." Zhang Xiaoquan said with emotion as he fiddled with his orchid finger.

"Xiaoquan, if you really become a girl, remember..."

"Damn it, what are you two mumbling about?"

"I said if he turns into a girl, let me feel happy first."

Brother Tao didn't notice their obscene conversation and was still minding his own business and said: "Don't complain. If you look at the female ratio, Principal Wu still prefers boys. There is Wang Haoran in the music department and childlike faces in the performance department. The male to female ratio is mine. I calculated it to be about five to one, and the ratio in our school is ten to one, but boys have an advantage."

Chen Senmiao sighed: "It's useless to talk about proportions, just two, big brother, just two!"

……

The classroom style of the art school is like this. When the teacher is there, everyone is laughing and chatting, and when the teacher is not around, everyone is still laughing and chatting.

In ten years, the classroom order will be much better. Everyone will be busy playing games, and naturally there will be less chatting.

……

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing me hinging eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeing ringing me?”

"Quick, be quiet! You little bitch, take your legs back from me, you still want to snatch my C position, you want to die!"

"My Sassy Girl" has become a hit across Asia, and many girls in art schools have a speaking style that is very similar to Kwon Ji-hyun.

"Kakakaka...squeak~~~"

Bai Jia led Wu Dong into the classroom, "Principal Wu, this is our classroom of Class 0305"

"Ah ah ah..."

"Hello, Principal Wu~~~"

Bai Jia quickly gestured for everyone to be quiet, "Sit down, quiet, quiet..." However, it was of no use.

"Principal Wu and our whole family like you."

"Principal Wu, I love you~~~"

"Hahaha……"

The classroom was more chaotic than the market...and then it quickly became quiet.

Bai Jia's gestures and verbal reminders were completely useless, while Wu Dong just glanced coldly.

Feeling Wu Dong's dissatisfaction, the student immediately became a good boy.

Wu Dong said casually: "Today, your class teacher invited me to rehearse a short play for everyone. So first I have to select a few assistants. If anyone is interested in trying the assistant director, set manager, stage manager, makeup artist, etc. You can raise your hand.”

He didn't raise his voice intentionally.

In the past, when he was giving lectures, he would always raise his voice to drown out the students, and his voice would often become hoarse after four classes. Later, the school equipped every teacher with a microphone, but it was still useless.

Now he talks normally, and every student stretches his head for fear of missing any useful information.

……

Wu Dong was also very troubled at that time, and he even ordered a bound volume of "Speech and Eloquence" for the whole year.

Facts have proved that bullshit skills, if you are a beggar, no one will answer you even if you have a lotus tongue; if a big shot farts, a group of people will analyze it carefully:... Zhang Bureau farts so openly to express his dissatisfaction with us...

...No, he must be very relaxed to fart so naturally. This is called feeling at home, which means that he is very satisfied with our reception...

...This shit makes sense, oh no, it makes sense, Lao Wang, what you say makes sense...

……

The students were very confused about Wu Dong letting them choose as soon as he came up. The problem now is that as an assistant, he can't act under Wu Dong's guidance. But if he doesn't raise his hand and there is only one protagonist, what if he doesn't get the chance to do it? Just a walk-on.

Wu Dong watched their struggle with interest, while Bai Jia looked at Wu Dong helplessly.

It's just such a reality. You don't have to give the head teacher's face, but you have to flatter the big shots in the entertainment industry.

"How about I be the assistant director?"

"Aren't you going to act on stage? I also want to try your acting."

Wu Dong looked very solemn, but what he said could not be said to be unserious. It depends on how to interpret it.

"Where's your class list!"

"Wu Xiaohua, give me the list, give me the list." Bai Jia shouted to the monitor.

A girl whoosh!Flashed in front of Wu Dong.

"Principal Wu, this is the list of our class, gender, age, dormitory, contact information including mobile phone and QQ. I have written them all on it." She skipped the head teacher.

Wu Dong smiled at Bai Jia and glanced at the list, "The handwriting is good!"

The girl nodded and smiled shyly.

Wu Dong glanced at her. She was nearly 170cm tall. She was definitely very tall among southern girls. She had a nice face and a pair of killer long legs wrapped in white stockings...

Sun Tao, Zhang Xiaoquan, Li Ming, Wu Lei, Zhao Xiaofeng, Wang Dashan.

"Just six boys?"

"Yes!" The head teacher
"Only six!" the squad leader.

"Wu Xiaohua, please go back!" Bai Jia said coldly.

Wu Xiaohua didn't seem to be afraid of her. He curled his lips, twisted, and returned to his seat.

Wu Dong ignored her at all. In art schools, ordinary teachers would let the most social girls in the class be class cadres and use their status to restrain them.

It's completely useless, and it actually encourages unhealthy tendencies, but many teachers still do it.

The dusty aura on her face is stronger than that of Liu Qian, Qianren Zhan doesn't know if she has it.

"These six male students come to the podium first. Let's choose the protagonist first. I need a good-looking fool."

Wu Dong asked Teacher Bai to sit in the first row, "I'll give you a sample!"

"Hello everyone, I am the host Wang Dachui...hehehehe..."

"Pay attention to the contrast, solemn, humorous, and silly, all rolled into one."

Wu Dong said a few words casually, "Okay, which one of you will come first?"

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang" His heart beat violently uncontrollably, and Sun Tao was already confused.

Last night, the boys' dormitory.

"Why do you think Principal Wu helps our class arrange a short play?"

"Hey hey hey" Zhang Xiaoquan gestured with two big balls!
"Hey hey hey..." A burst of obscene laughter sounded in the dormitory.

"Stop talking nonsense. Maybe it would be okay if Teacher Bai was ten years younger. Maybe Principal Wu wants to find talents?"

"When we come to our class to find talents, they are either pheasants or green tea. Otherwise, they are leftovers from the entertainment industry like us. Talents who can only act as corpses in Hengdian."

"That's all for the rest of my life..." (End of chapter)