Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 211

"Don't bow your head. Is it useful to pretend to be dead?"

"Honestly, am I not tolerant enough towards you? Have I taken the initiative to cause trouble for you? You are asking for trouble yourself, aren't you?"

The smile on Zhen Jiecheng's face grew brighter.

This made the onlookers recall the scenes of "martial arts criticism" and "literary criticism" in the previous classroom: the happier they laughed, the more vicious the comments were.

But except for "tama", there is no other dirty word.

But when it comes to lethality, I'm afraid that in the entire Beijing Film Academy, only my stupid bird can barely match it.

So I couldn't help but shudder!

It's over. No matter why this guy offended the senior, we will definitely be implicated in this class!
I just don’t know which unlucky guy will win the prize.

"Come on, come on, come up!"

"You have done a great job in leaking the secret, so I have to give you a reward."

"When we were on the set of Secret, I suggested that we shoot a music video for you where you twist your butt. It's just right, now is the preview!"

As soon as "The Secret" was spoken, there was an exclamation in the classroom.

"Jeren?"

"Jie Lun!"

Masks can no longer provide camouflage, and a pair of single eyelids have become a symbol of identification.

Seeing this, Jie Lun had to stand up and take off his mask.

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhou"

"Zhou what, Zhou? Did I ask you to introduce yourself?"

Zhen Jiecheng interrupted Jielun and looked around with a cold face.
“Is this a vegetable market?”

"Or is it the bed in your house?"

"You like to talk, right? That's great, modern college students should be so energetic! And as the proud students of the acting department, you should keep your fists in your hands, your songs in your mouth, and never forget to practice the basic skills of your lines!"

"Don't worry, I'll give you a chance next time!"

As soon as the words fell, the classroom was so quiet that one could almost hear an echo.

Seeing this, Zhen Jiecheng waved to Jie Lun.

"What are you still standing there for? Come up."

"Take a few steps!"

"Hey~ That's right, you should be open and honest. What's the point of being shy?"

Zhen Jiecheng grinned and directed Jie Lun, whose body was a little stiff and whose hands and feet were even a little out of control.

"Walk with all your might!"

"Leave in obscurity!"

"Leave indignant!"

"Let's go again, reluctantly!"

"Clap clap~"

Give loud applause and give a thumbs up.
"Well done, Jielun!"

"Look at this twisted butt. It's a little saggy and not full enough."

"Look at the swing of the hips. They are just a little narrow, not as wide as the shoulders."

"Four words! Four different moods, condensed by you into the simplest steps. I guess this is the essence of simplicity, right?"

"Congratulations! For a typical example of being wrong, your demonstration was damn correct."

There was hardly a pause, the torrent of words continued.

"Wait, you don't mean to say: You are a singer, these are not normal, right?"

"But I was thinking, haven't you already taken this bowl of rice?"

"Wait, you don't mean to say: You just entered the industry and haven't received systematic training yet?"

"No, I'm going to call Brother Yi later and ask him if he was on the set of Curse of the Golden Flower..."

"Wait a minute!" Jie Lun couldn't help it and said with a bitter face, "I didn't want to say it, no no no, I didn't think about anything at all!"

"What? You don't even want to think about it?" Zhen Jiecheng's eyes widened. "You don't need your brain. Do you plan to keep it as an inheritance?"

Jielun:ヽ(ー`)

Yang Mi hurriedly took out her cell phone and started recording.

Since getting the secret book from Cheng Kun, Yang Mi hasn't used it much, but she has contributed a lot to patch updates.

Nowadays, this secret book has long bid farewell to the era when Deng Chao was the initiator.

Expand and scale up to form an industrial chain with Huang Xiaoming as the transit link, constantly enrich and organize the content, and regularly deliver the latest version to each terminal.

So the look he gave Jie Lun was no longer just sympathy, but instead a sense of anticipation of "not enough, keep going".

"Oh, it's better to suffer for a while, Jay brother."

"Anyway, I don't have to bear the blame!"

And Jie Lun did not disappoint her, inspiring Zhen Jiecheng to say more and more heartwarming words.

The little mouth was like it was filled with a suppository, spraying non-stop.

"Taiwanese steps, the most basic content."

"I don't expect you to live up to the standard of excellence next door, which is: incorporating emotion into your stage steps."

"But if you are not playing a role in a costume drama, you should act like one. Remember to hide your identity as a Beijing Film Academy student. If others ask you, just answer that your academic qualifications are prenatal education."

"Otherwise, if it gets to my ears, don't blame me for going to the Performance Department to hold banners and present pennants."

Zhen Jiecheng glared at Jie Lun first, then looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

"You certainly don't want to know what's on the banners and pennants!"

Then he pointed at Yang Mi.

"Yang Mi, go to next door and bring a chair over."

"After all, Jielun is a guest from afar. As the host, how can we not entertain him warmly? When it comes to lectures, of course the closer you sit, the clearer you can hear. And what better seat is there than the podium?"

"We can't let Jielun complain about our locals being impolite during an interview when he returns."

"Jie Lun, aren't you right?"

"Emmm, whatever you say is right!" Jie Lun blurted out without thinking.

Now that you are here, it doesn’t matter where you sit.
Who was it that made me not keep my mouth shut? How could Director Zhang easily trick me into revealing something?
Thinking of this, Jie Lun became more relaxed.

He took the chair that Yang Mi brought and sat down.

Concerts with tens of thousands of people are held frequently, so what’s the point of having just a hundred or so people focusing on the concert?
Anyway, it's someone else's turn to be scolded next, so I'll just watch the show while listening to the class.

Considering that Zhen Jiecheng's mouth is really the best, it is not an exaggeration to give him the title of "rare animal". You have to buy a ticket to go to the zoo, but here it is not only free, but also has top VIP seats. Where can you find such a good thing?

Thinking of this, Jie Lun raised the corner of his mouth.

"You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, while the people watching the scenery watch you from the upper floors. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams."

Isn’t this poem describing exactly this scene?

You let me be a monkey, and I think you are a monkey.

Director Jiang is right: fair! fair! It’s damn fair!
From stage steps to lines.

The content has long been irrelevant to "Film and Television Script Analysis".

However, no one raised any objections. Professor Cui Xinqin, who was sitting in the back, even gave Zhen Jiecheng a thumbs up, indicating that he should increase his efforts.

As the most experienced teacher in the Department of Performance, Cui Xinqin has long been dissatisfied with the current teaching atmosphere. But the school atmosphere is like this, and the general environment and the market are also infiltrating.

Even the neighboring Central Academy of Drama has begun to gradually relax the rules and regulations regarding students taking leave to take on acting roles, not to mention the Beijing Film Academy.

The school is like an acting training class. In recent years, there are fewer and fewer good talents, and the pass rate is getting lower and lower. Wang Zhiwen's deeds of practicing lines are mentioned more and more frequently in class, but there is no next Wang Zhiwen.

"I just saw everyone practicing their lines in class, and I was very touched."

"So now I'm giving you a chance to show it!"

"You are all familiar with the play 'Mutiny', right? Teacher Cui is sitting right in the back. If any of you say you are not familiar with it, you can confront Teacher Cui in person."

"I don't ask you to perform Mr. Zhu Xu's seven-minute monologue in its entirety. Just say a paragraph at random!"

"Who will come first?" Zhen Jiecheng raised his head, and wherever his eyes fell, people would dodge.

"Don't be so modest! Is there no one who is eager to sign up?"

"In that case, I will..."

"I'll do it!" Yang Mi raised her hand, "Teacher, I'll do it!"

It's been a while since I've been scolded. I miss it!

After all, being scolded is also a form of interaction, which can deepen the impression left in the minds of seniors, right?

This could have been achieved on the set of "Secret", but Jay was too incompetent. He sucked away the firepower and lowered the standard. In addition, the role of "Qing Yi" was relatively simple, so Yang Mi hardly felt any pressure.

It’s just right, I can also show my seniors the progress I have made from my hard work in studying!

Kill two birds with one stone, why not?
"Oh~ Are you so confident?" Zhen Jiecheng raised his eyebrows, "OK! Come up, face Jie Lun as if he were a prisoner, and start your performance!"

"Ok!"

Yang Mi put her phone away and walked quickly towards the podium.

"Jay, can you please stand for a while and let me use the chair?"

"Okay, okay, here you go, sit down!"

Jie Lun hurriedly stood up and handed the chair over.

In the field of vision, Yang Mi closed her eyes after sitting down and took rhythmic deep breaths.

Is this to adjust the breath and build up emotions?

Jie Lun watched attentively, although he didn't know much about the play "Mutiny", and had no idea which lines Yang Mi was going to perform next.

But this did not stop him from being very interested and looking forward to it.

Open your eyes!
Stare at me?

No, it's more than just staring.

The sitting posture is relaxed, but the expression is tense.

"Just because you insulted your superiors for no reason, should I give you medals?"

The sound is very crisp, which is a bit inconsistent with the momentum created by the raised pitch and emphasized tone.

"This is not an insult to me personally,"

The pitch is lowered, but the words are still clear.

Self-defense? Reasoning?

Oh~ Mimi acted well.

“It’s a matter of principle.”

Suddenly, Yang Mi spread her hands and raised her voice.
"Respect the sir!"

“This is a principle!”

He raised his hand, raised his index finger, and pointed back and forth in a rhythmic tone.

This should be an example of combining body language and facial expressions to interpret lines.

Jie Lun was thoughtful.

"When I came aboard this ship, that principle was gone."

"I shouted,"

"I roar!"

“I scream!!”

The emotions are progressing, the pitch is getting higher, the tone is getting heavier, the body language and expressions are becoming more exaggerated!

An inexplicable tension infected Jie Lun, and his heartbeat and emotions surged.

"I'll restore it!"

"As long as I'm the captain, I'll stick to it!"

Hiss! Honey is great!

Huh? Why don't you say anything? Keep going!
"Teacher, I'm done."

"Jay, this chair is for you."

"Ah? Oh!" As soon as Jie Lun took the chair, thunderous applause rang in his ears.

So he quickly put down his chair and prepared to applaud, but unexpectedly he was interrupted by Zhen Jiecheng before he could start.

"applaud?"

"You want to use this method to force a standard so that you can be less criticized in the future, right?"

Zhen Jiecheng stopped the applause.
"I hope that's the reason!"

"Because if that's the case, it means you guys are very clear about the specific definition of the standard!"

"What I'm most afraid of is that you really think it's fine, but then we're screwed! After all, if the rectum is connected to the brain, there's no hope!"

After a pause, he turned to look at Yang Mi.

"First of all, Yang Mi, I want to praise your courage to show it."

"Second, your performance may not be great, but it's passable!"

Hmm? Passed?
Hearing this, Yang Mi, who was already prepared and opened her heart to welcome the baptism of saliva, was stunned.

What's going on? No scolding?

Come on, senior, stop scolding me!
“The pronunciation is very clear, whether the pitch is high or low, prolonged or accelerated.”

"But after all this time, why hasn't your voice changed much? You can still hold up the low notes, but lose control when you hit the high notes. Is this the result of your practice?"

Losing control does not mean breaking the sound.

"Although the vocal cords can't be cosmetically treated, but... Tell me louder, but what?"

"But you can use the basic techniques of breathing, vocalization, and articulation to modify your voice." Yang Mi raised her head, "Just like putting on makeup!"

That’s right, sound can be “made up”.

Those actors who say that "the voice is innate" are just making excuses.

For example, the most basic crying and laughing are actually the process of breathing with emotion in performance.

The mastery of "breath-supported sound", the use of breathing, and the coordination of organs such as lips, teeth, nose, tongue, and jaw can produce pleasant, clear, and emotionally rich sounds!

Based on this principle, in his previous life, Zhen Jiecheng felt like vomiting whenever he saw those hot searches on Weibo praising Wang Yibo's acting skills, so he simply uninstalled them to the toilet so that he wouldn't be bothered by them.

Damn it, she’s not even as good as Liu Yife!
Liu Yifei, who has always been criticized for having no acting skills and poor lines, was able to pronounce her lines clearly.

The “talented young actor” with “explosive acting skills” actually needs subtitles to be understood?

It’s outrageous!

Thinking of this, Zhen Jiecheng smacked his lips.
"You don't need me to teach you how to practice, right?"

"No need," Yang Mi shook her head, "I can!"

"Well, I hope you can show new progress next time, otherwise don't blame me for giving you a new label in public."

"Go down!"

"Okay, teacher!"

"Oh, that's good!"

"It's not easy to make Jie Cheng stop speaking in a sarcastic way."

"Old Wang, it seems like your acting department has been working very hard lately."

The dean who happened to be passing by the classroom smiled and patted Wang Jinsong on the shoulder.

"Very good! Keep working hard and strive to get back on the starting line to compete with the next door!"

"Don't worry, Dean, we will continue to work hard!" Wang Jinsong nodded vigorously and said as he accompanied the Dean to the office, "Under the instructions of the school leaders, our Performance Department has strengthened management and tightened the teaching system."

"so."

"So I understand. From now on, I will evaluate you like this: Oh~ So you came from the Beijing Film Academy's Performance Department, a place of great feng shui! No wonder you are so brave and good at fighting, you really live up to your family tradition!"

Zhen Jiecheng's voice floated in from afar, exploding through Wang Jinsong's mind and interrupting his words.

So his expression became stiff,

So the corners of his mouth twitched,

Then my hands started to itch and I wanted to reach into my pants.

Take out your underpants, pull out the rubber band, and make a slingshot!

Damn Zhen Jiecheng!

Damn bad student!

If you have the guts, tell me your home address. If there is a good piece of glass in your house tomorrow, I will immediately resign from my position as vice president of the Academy of Performing Arts.

From now on, I will guard the door of your house and shoot with slingshot day and night!

(End of this chapter)