This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Does Bi Zheng really dislike being stared at by strangers?

Lin Jue gave him a shy smile, while Bi Zheng looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments before turning his head back.

"Hey, buddy," the student next to him nudged him with his elbow. "Which class are you in? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Well, I'm a broadcasting major. I just happened to have no class today, so I came to listen… I'm quite interested in sculpture."

Lin Jue imitated Wang Tianshu's response and stammered a reply. Although his face looked a bit颓废, he was still young and hadn't lost his childishness. No one would suspect that he wasn't a student.

"I see," the person said with a nod. "But your speaking speed is quite similar to that of Class 2's monitor."

The Class 2 monitor he was talking about should be Bi Zheng. Bi Zheng spoke slowly due to a physical condition, while Wang Tianshu spoke slowly due to psychological issues. The two were indeed quite similar in terms of speaking.

Lin Jue pretended not to know: "Who is that?"

"You actually don't know? Bi Zheng is a celebrity at our school," the student pointed to Bi Zheng, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom. "There, that's him."

Lin Jue looked at Bi Zheng's back: "He, he's famous?"

"He's a genius in our major. Although he has a physical illness, he was specially recruited."

"Although his movements are slow, he can calm down. Sculpture is all about meticulous work, and many of his works have the flair of abstract masters. They've been in several large exhibitions."

"Oh, that's pretty impressive…" Lin Jue gave a thumbs up.

"But he seems to have encountered some kind of bottleneck recently. He can't seem to sculpt a complete piece. He often stops halfway through."

The student sighed with some regret: "And his personality is becoming more and more withdrawn. Although he had physical problems before, he was always optimistic and positive, but now he's always alone and doesn't pay attention to people who talk to him."

Is it because he discovered that his sculptures had consciousness?

Discovering that the inanimate objects you create have human consciousness is indeed a terrifying thing.

Bi Zheng doesn't want these sculptures to appear, so he destroys them halfway through.

Having talent but being unable to use it because of this strange ability, being unable to do what you love, is also a painful thing. Anyone would feel bad, and being withdrawn is inevitable.

The bald teacher on the podium patted the table, signaling for silence: "We'll now take attendance during the break. Anyone who's absent today will automatically fail the final exam."

Teachers nowadays don't like to take attendance before or after class. They'll randomly choose a time during the break to take attendance so that students can't skip class.

"Oh no," the student next to Lin Jue said in a hurried voice. "Buddy, can you help me answer for my roommates later? They went to play games."

"There are five people in total. It's easy to get caught if I answer for everyone. How about you help me answer for three? You're a broadcasting major, so it should be easy to change your voice. Please, buddy."

Kids these days, they don't listen to class and always run off to the internet.

Lin Jue shook his head slightly, but after considering that the other person had told him about Bi Zheng, he agreed.

The student wrote three names on a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Jue: "It's these three. Thanks, buddy."

Lin Jue glanced at the names on the paper. As the roll call began, the sound of 'Here' echoed through the classroom.

"Bi Zheng!" When Bi Zheng's name was called, the teacher sighed. He knew where this special student was without even having to call his name.

It's a pity. He originally had the opportunity to become a rising star in the sculpture world, but now it seems he's encountered a mental demon and can't complete any of his works.

"Yang Yuan Yang!"

When he heard the name the student had written down, Lin Jue changed his voice and answered 'Here'.

But what he didn't expect was that the student IDs of these three people were consecutive, so he had to switch to two other voices.

The student next to him was dumbfounded. These three voices were completely different. If he wasn't sitting next to him, he wouldn't have known that they were coming from the same person.

As expected of a broadcasting major, that's awesome.

He expressed his admiration: "Bro, if I had your skills, my adopted sons would be bowing to me every day."

Lin Jue had indeed specifically trained in the technique of switching voices in his previous life. This was to better embody the characters in the plays.

Details determine everything. The Film Emperor is no accident.

He sat for a while and then prepared to find an opportunity to sneak away.

But at this moment, the bald teacher on the podium raised a question: "Next, I'll ask a very basic question. What are the most commonly used tools when we sculpt with plaster?"

"Two points will be added to your usual grade if you answer correctly, and don't come to my class again if you answer incorrectly."

For sculpture students, this is the most basic common sense, a freebie question, but the teacher happened to call on Lin Jue, who was just about to sneak away: "You, the student in the back, the one with the unlucky look on his face."

"Me?" Lin Jue pointed to himself. After confirming that the teacher was calling on him, he stood up somewhat awkwardly.

All eyes turned to him. Bi Zheng also shifted his gaze. His expression was strangely unreadable, as if he knew Lin Jue wouldn't be able to answer.

Being stared at by countless eyes made Lin Jue even more awkward. He blushed nervously, like an introverted person being pushed onto a stage in front of a huge audience.

After stammering for a long time, he finally opened his mouth: "Well, there should be something like saws, axes, sledgehammers, and chisels, right?"

Lin Jue just happened to not have crammed that bit of knowledge. He was answering completely based on his own feeling. These big凶器 can be used to shape people, so they should be fine for making sculptures, right…

Right…

The whole place suddenly went silent. The corners of the bald teacher's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying to suppress his anger: "Then tell me, how should these tools be used?"

"First, use a saw to cut the plaster into a suitable size, then… use an axe to chop out the rough skeletal outline, and finally, uh, finally use a hammer and chisel to do the final fine carving of the muscles."

"During this process, you must wear, uh, gloves, to avoid blood stains… no, to avoid lime sticking to your hands."

Lin Jue's speaking speed was very slow, and his voice was very nervous, but the words he spoke made everyone's hair stand on end. This didn't sound like how to make sculptures. It felt more like how to make people.

Use a saw to cut the body into a suitable size, then use an axe to chop up the bones, and finally use a chisel to shave off the muscles.

The student who had originally been admiring Lin Jue quietly moved to the side, swallowed, and when Lin Jue said those words just now, he clearly saw the light in Lin Jue's eyes, as if the other person had really "done" people before.

Lin Jue didn't seem to notice the teacher's increasingly dark face on the podium and said to himself: "Well, teacher, my favorite tool is still a wrench…"

"Get out!" The teacher could no longer hold back and roared: "Which class are you in? What's your name? You can't even answer such a freebie question. Don't come to my class again!"

"Teacher, I'm Yang Yuan Yang from Class 3…" Lin Jue walked out of the classroom dejectedly.

The student next to him was immediately dumbfounded.

No, is that your name? You're just making it up!