Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 122 School Arrangements

Hu Xiaobei is so versatile, but he is only two years older than her, and looks just like other people's children when they were young.

Although she was often mentioned as someone else's child at that time, the situation has reversed now.

It is impossible not to be discouraged.

Fortunately, I discovered his weakness today and successfully established a certain psychological advantage.

There was a glint of excitement in An Xiaoqian's eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise secretly.

It is impossible to say that I am not happy.

She was in a very good mood. She gently closed the laptop, walked to the end of the bed, and patted Hu Xiaobei's shoulder who was sitting there.

Then, trying hard to suppress his laughter, he lowered his voice deliberately, and acted like a big boss: "Okay, Comrade Xiaobei (ji), let's go."

Hu Xiaobei stood up quickly, took his cell phone and card, and trotted to the door in three or two steps. The frequency of his steps was just right, which could lead the way without being too fast to make people feel hurried.

He turned slightly sideways, leaned forward 15 degrees, extended his right hand, palm up, fingers together, pointed elegantly toward the door, and said softly, "Leader, this way please."

An Xiaoqian instantly became excited, straightened her flat pectoral muscles, and walked towards the door proudly with a gait that ignored everyone.

"Crack!"

Hu Xiaobei interrupted her rhythm again.

An Xiaoqian stared at Hu Xiaobei, her brows furrowed, and she took a deep breath of warm air angrily.

She stretched out a slender jade finger and slowly pointed it at Hu Xiaobei, with a hint of menacingness in her implicit tone.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I'm going to lose my temper." As she said this, she imitated Bruce Lee, squinting her eyes slightly and shaking her little head from side to side.

Hu Xiaobei's eyes were wandering, and he refused to look her in the eye. He clenched his right fist and raised it to his lips, clearing his throat tactically.

Then, he said in a calm tone: "This posture is not right. Look, when a leader goes out, why would he walk with such a disregard for his relatives?
Instead of sticking your chest out and pulling your stomach in, you should put your hands behind your back and stick your stomach out, which is more realistic, right?"

As he spoke, he demonstrated the key points of the movements.

An Xiaoqian realized the problem instantly, but she had just established an advantage with great difficulty and didn't want to lose so quickly.

So he glanced at Hu Xiaobei, and seeing that he was not very imposing, he forced himself to defend himself: "I am an official in ancient times, and I am following the ancient pace. This is how it is played in many dramas."

Hu Xiaobei looked back at her, chuckled, and said, "Haha, you want to talk about the square step, right? It's somewhat different from the pace you just walked.

The Four-square Step emphasizes uprightness and calmness. The pace is relatively steady, and each step is taken in a regular manner, with a sense of solemnity and grandeur.

The pace of not recognizing any relatives is more focused on an exaggerated, confident, and even somewhat arrogant state.

They may walk with their head swaying and their body movements becoming more casual, giving off an air of insolence."

As he gave his explanation, he demonstrated the differences between the two steps.

The situation was reversed again without anyone noticing.

Under the guidance of Hu Xiaobei, An Xiaoqian walked out of Apartment No. 2, sometimes with a leadership step, sometimes with a square step, and sometimes with a step that showed no regard for relatives.

Although it looks a bit strange, it is quite normal for a school like Beijing Film Academy.

There are many students in the school who are practicing their voices, body shapes and imitations.

Even if a few students are lying on the grass and running around, imitating dogs peeing and barking, it is just a normal way of releasing their nature.

One teaches and the other learns, and together they make progress on campus.

The next afternoon, the lazy sunlight shone through the thin clouds and fell listlessly on the paths of the campus.

With a hint of doubt in his mind, Hu Xiaobei came to the door of Principal Zhang's office again.

The dark brown solid wood door was half-open, letting in faint light from inside the house.

Hu Xiaobei raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. The crisp knocking sound echoed in the quiet corridor.

"Please come in."

Principal Zhang's mellow voice came from inside the room. Hu Xiaobei pushed open the door and saw Principal Zhang standing up from behind the large desk, a kind smile on his face, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes slightly relaxed.

He was wearing a dark grey Mao suit, neat and straight, with an exquisite fountain pen pinned to his left chest, which gleamed silver in the light.

Principal Zhang raised his hand to signal Hu Xiaobei to sit down, then slowly said, "Xiaobei, the school is planning to have you teach the 02 Acting Department class for a week."

Hu Xiaobei was slightly startled, his eyes widened a little, and he quickly waved his hand and said, "Principal, I'm afraid this is not appropriate.

I'm just a freshman in the class of 04, and you're asking me to teach classes for seniors. How can that work?"

After saying that, he deliberately placed his right hand on his forehead, gently rubbed his temples with his fingers, frowned slightly, and tried hard to squeeze out the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows, his face full of surprise.

Principal Zhang laughed softly, his laughter was hearty and gentle.

He took a step forward, and the faint smell of tobacco and ink on his body mixed together and quietly drifted in the air.

Then he placed his hands on his abdomen, intertwined his fingers, and patiently explained, “Xiaobei, don’t be so modest.

You are the best talent in our Beijing Film Academy. Your performance during the summer vacation was outstanding. You understood various theoretical knowledge very quickly and were always able to apply what you learned to other situations.

You're also incredibly versatile and well-rounded. Take all the instruments and equipment at school, for example. How many of them don't you know how to play?

Think about it, if you become a director or producer in the future, directing different types of actors in acting, wouldn’t that be commonplace?
This allows you to teach students in advance, which is also a training opportunity for you.

This is a practical class specially arranged for you by the school, which shows our appreciation and cultivation of you."

Principal Zhang paused, his eyes revealing a hint of undisguised admiration, and then he continued, "What's more, when you participated in the filming of The Return of the Condor Heroes, Zhou Xiaowen told me about your situation in detail.

I heard that on the set, the performance suggestions you gave to those experienced actors were very precise and the actors praised you highly.

Even in terms of management, lighting, photography, etc., your performance is extremely outstanding.

Xiaobei, your ability is obvious to everyone. It's just teaching a few students, isn't it a piece of cake for you? "

Hu Xiaobei pursed his lips, a look of hesitation appearing on his face.

He lowered his head slightly and thought for a moment.

Then he slowly raised his head, looked at Principal Zhang and said, "Principal, I understand your painstaking efforts, but I'm still worried that I won't teach well enough and fail to live up to your expectations. After all, people's words can be frightening."

There was a barely perceptible trace of worry in his eyes, and he looked out the window, as if thinking about something.

Principal Zhang walked forward, stretched out his hand, and gently patted Hu Xiaobei's shoulder. The warmth of his palm was transmitted to Xiaobei's skin through his clothes.

She looked at him firmly and said, "Xiaobei, there's no need to worry about this. Since the school has done this, they have naturally taken these things into consideration.

This is also a chance to practice your own abilities. We have great confidence in you, so just go ahead and do it according to your own ideas!"

Hu Xiaobei took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, as if he had made a great decision.

Then, he nodded slightly with some resignation and said, "Okay, then I'll give it a try. I'll do my best and hope to live up to the principal's trust!"

Principal Zhang smiled with satisfaction, his smile full of expectations and trust in Hu Xiaobei.

After the two completed the established performance process, they each breathed a sigh of relief and discussed the use of equipment.

This is also one of the reasons why Principal Zhang arranged for him to substitute teach first.

Because it is currently the teaching period, the use of equipment must be mainly for teaching, so he can only make some planning adjustments in advance.

This way, it will be more convenient for Hu Xiaobei to use the relevant equipment next month.

After discussing these, Principal Zhang mentioned the "Dialogues with Past and Present" series to Hu Xiaobei. It seems that the higher-ups are discussing the possibility of adapting it into a film or TV series.

However, regardless of whether it will succeed or not, even if it is decided, it will definitely require a lot of steps and processes.

　The number of manuscripts I have saved is getting smaller and smaller, and I don’t really feel like writing anymore, so I feel anxious.

　　Lately I've been spending a lot of time looking for books to listen to at night, which has consumed a lot of energy.

　　Could any fellow book-lovers recommend this multi-person audiobook for me to listen to? Thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)