China Entertainment Times 1999

Chapter 7 If you cause trouble in the future, just don’t say that you are a teacher.

After filming for a long time, the two became a lot closer.

From acquaintances with the same crew, to acquaintances with whom we can chat for a few words, we are still far from friends.

"I haven't recovered yet." Lin Xuan looked around and asked: "Where is your assistant? Why didn't he bring you a lunch box?"

Fan Xiaopang couldn't help laughing, burst out laughing, raised his head from his knees, and said with a weak and bitter smile: "How can I get an assistant for a young actor like me?"

"Then you have to work hard, I have an assistant as an extra." Lin Xuan pointed at Bao Qiang and joked, "Go find the venue manager and get her lunch."

Although Fan Xiaopang is not a big star and is not yet worthy of an assistant, the basic conditions such as lunch boxes are much better than those of group actors.

"Okay bro."

Wang Baoqiang put down the lunch box in his hand and ran away, and soon came back with two large lunch boxes.

Lin Xuan opened it and saw, what a good guy, three meat dishes, three vegetarian dishes, and chicken soup. The starting price of this meal is at least [-].

"Hurry up and eat some. Looking at your pale face, I'm worried you'll faint."

"Thank you." Fan Xiaopang took the lunch box and thanked him, then looked at Baoqiang and said:

"Your assistant seems to be quite honest and very agile. How much does he pay you per month?"

Wang Baoqiang's mouth squirmed for a long time, and finally he said with a silly smile: "This is my brother, and he doesn't need any money."

"You are so stupid, working for free and still being so happy." Fan Xiaopang looked down at Lin Xuan, "How about you come with me and I'll pay you 1000 a month."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Lin Xuan interrupted Fan Xiaopang's nonsense: "I kindly brought you a lunch box, but you actually poached me."

"I have no psychological burden at all for poaching you, a black-hearted boss." Fan Xiaopang snorted.

"Stop humming and eat quickly. You will suffer the afternoon show."

The two were chatting and eating, and Lin Xuan forced herself to eat a chicken leg on the grounds that she wanted to lose weight.

After finishing the meal, he threw away the lunch box and Wang Baoqiang left wisely.

Fan Xiaopang regained a little energy, but still looked sad.

"It was so difficult to shoot the scene in the morning. What should we do in the afternoon?"

"Just keep the last one as it is."

"You put it simply, I really almost collapsed when I took the last shot." Fan Xiaopang rolled his eyes beautifully and asked curiously:

"I heard that you have never studied acting. Why are you so good at acting? You haven't made many mistakes all morning. The director has praised you several times."

"It's not as good as you said. I feel like the acting is just average."

Lin Xuan frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his acting skills.

Fan Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, and then showed an unhappy expression.

In the words of more than ten years later, this would be called Versailles.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but chuckle a few times. Seeing that Fan Xiaopang was about to go berserk, he quickly stopped and said seriously:
"Maybe it's because of different experiences. Actors are at the bottom of the industry. If you want to get ahead, you have to seize every opportunity. So I was very serious when I was filming. When I wasn't filming, I would carefully observe the performances of other actors, and I would continue to study after I got home. Write down your experiences in a notebook."

After saying that, Lin Xuan himself smiled sheepishly.

The above content is pure nonsense. He has never studied acting, but the effect of a few classes in the system space is better than half a year of serious study in the acting academy.

To put it bluntly, apart from not having a diploma, he is considered to be from a major, and is still at the level of an outstanding graduate.

Lin Xuan himself laughed out loud, but Fan Xiaopang was convinced.

"Then have you summed up any practical performance skills? It's best to use them in the afternoon."

"There are some skills, but..."

"But what?" Fan Xiaopang moved his butt towards Lin Xuan, widened his bright eyes, and looked at him expectantly.

Lin Xuan was silent for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "Why are you so blind? How do you calculate the apprenticeship fee? Could it be that you want to make a fool of yourself with nothing?"

"Who wants to become your disciple? And didn't I just give you a chicken drumstick?"

"To be precise, I stole that chicken leg."

Fan Xiaopang was anxious: "That was also snatched from my lunch box. Give it back to me." Lin Xuan acted like a rogue: "I snatched the chicken drumsticks based on my ability, why should I give them back to you?"

"You..." Fan Xiaopang was so angry that his chest hurt. He kept a curse word in his mouth for a long time, and finally he could only swallow it silently.

She moved towards Lin Xuan again and said softly and coquettishly: "Just teach me."

The safe social distance was broken. Lin Xuan felt itchy on his arms, and he could even feel the body temperature transmitted by Fan Xiaopang.

Smell it gently with the tip of your nose. It is a kind of perfume that you have never smelled before. It combines floral and fruity aromas, fresh and not greasy.

Are you naive, you think you can get me for free by relying on a beauty trap?

"Okay, okay, I'll just teach you."

After holding on for less than three seconds, Lin Xuan immediately smelled really good.

Fan Xiaopang still had some doubts: "Really? You are not allowed to hide it privately."

Lin Xuan curled his lips disdainfully: "What's so worth keeping privately about this little thing?"

The woods were not suitable for teaching, so the two packed up their things and moved positions, and finally started one-on-one teaching in Fan Xiaopang's tent.

Zhou Jie, who was in the tent next door, was passing by and stopped immediately when she heard the sound coming from inside.

After eavesdropping for a while, he had a look of surprise on his face.

The world has really changed, and even extra performers dare to hold classes.

One dares to teach, and the other really dares to learn.

To be honest, among all the actors in the crew today, Zhou Jie's acting skills must be the best.

But his character was so bad that Fan Xiaopang would rather be scolded by the director than look at his stinky face.

But Lin Xuan is not misleading people.

After a night of cramming education in the learning space, he still had some real information in his stomach.

Moreover, his lectures do not stick to textbooks and do not follow what is written.

As a two-hour surprise tutorial, the effect is very good.

"Very good, my performance this time was much better than before."

"Hehe, I think so too. Famous teachers make great disciples." Fan Xiaopang was a little overwhelmed by the praise.

Lin Xuan was ashamed, he was not a famous teacher, and Fan Xiaopang was not a great disciple.

"I am not worthy of being a famous teacher. If you cause trouble in the future, just don't say that you are a teacher."

"Look for a fight!" Fan Xiaopang was so smart that he reacted immediately.

Lin Xuan smiled and slapped her several times and said, "There's only so much I can teach you, and you have to figure out the rest on your own."

"Hey, I hope everything goes well in the afternoon scene." Fan Xiaopang started to grimace again.

Seeing that she was really worried, Lin Xuan suggested, "How about we rehearse first."

"Bah, you gangster." Fan Xiaopang raised his fist and hit him a few more times.

"Who is a gangster?" Lin Xuan was really aggrieved: "These scenes were originally written in the script. If you are not satisfied, go to Wanwan and ask your boss to change them."

Fan Xiaopang pouted his lips and hummed: "You are not a good person anyway. Let me tell you, be careful when filming and don't deliberately take advantage of me."

"You are a little girl who is not yet an adult. Who wants to take advantage of you?"

If it were Mr. Fan who won the Cannes Film Festival ten years later, he might have the urge to be a queen, but now you... are just Little Fatty Fan.

"You're just a little girl, so you like... auntie who is older than you? Hey, you have such strong taste, stay away from me." Fan Xiaopang kicked him with his foot in disgust.

Lin Xuanyi retorted eloquently: "What's wrong, aunt? I'm young and don't know how good my aunt is, and I mistake the girl for a treasure."

If I really met a beautiful and rich young woman, I would have taken off long ago.

(End of this chapter)