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Chapter 213 Beating
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"Brother Baoqiang,"

Gu Qing walked up to Wang Baoqiang, a smile of eager anticipation on her face, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Be careful later, don't let me, the 'newcomer,' overshadow you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Baoqiang's eyes crinkled with laughter, finding it quite amusing. He said in his distinctive accent, "Old Qin, just wait and see!"

"Alright, get ready, Action!" Chen Sicheng's voice came through the loudspeaker, sharp and focused.

The camera pans around again.

In the footage, the airport crowd has thinned out, clearly indicating that "Qin Feng" has been waiting for a long time.

Gu Qing casually rested one hand on the suitcase handle, tilted her head to look towards the airport entrance, then silently lowered her head, her shoulders seeming to slump slightly, staring at the floor tiles without saying a word.

In this long shot, there are no close-up shots of his face.

With just a few subtle changes in movement, Gu Qing clearly conveyed to everyone in front of the monitor the psychological state of young Qin Feng, from expectation to disappointment.

He came prepared!
"Ya Ya, did you see that?"

Chen Sicheng couldn't help but lower his voice and say to Tong Liya beside him, his tone filled with admiration at discovering a hidden gem, "Xiao Gu really knows how to act. Our little brother of mine picks things up so quickly, he's so talented."

This ability to convey emotions without facial expressions, relying solely on body language and demeanor, is something not everyone possesses.

Tong Liya, standing behind her husband, gave him a rare glare, but her voice was full of laughter: "You just found out? Our little brother was nominated for Best Supporting Actor at the Golden Rooster Awards for his very first film. Of course he's talented."

at this time,

A hand reaches into the foreground of the shot, and a large photo of Gu Qing is prominently displayed on the phone screen—Tang Ren, who is searching for his nephew, has finally made his appearance!
"Qin Feng? -- Hahaha!"

A burst of exaggerated laughter broke the silence.

Wang Baoqiang rushed into the frame with a "warm" smile on his face, and gave Gu Qing a tight, overly forceful hug.

He patted him on the back repeatedly, using broken English to cover up his guilt for being late: "Welcome to Thailand!"

Gu Qing was nearly choked by his bear hug, a breath stuck in her throat, and she didn't have time to react.

Wang Baoqiang had already snatched the suitcase handle from his hand with remarkable ease, turned around, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Xi, I kept you waiting."

He didn't stop, dragging the suitcase forward a couple of steps, and when he realized his nephew wasn't saying anything, he felt even more uneasy.

He immediately put on a distressed and tired expression and began to weave a lie: "You know, I'm a great detective, I'm very busy, I have a lot of cases to handle."

As he spoke, he glanced quickly and naturally at Gu Qing behind him out of the corner of his eye, his eyes carrying a hint of probing and cunning.

He wanted to see if his "little nephew" had been fooled. "I was working on a big case, that's why I'm late."

After saying that, he gave a guilty "hehe" laugh twice.

According to the design,

At this moment, Qin Feng should have already deduced from the details, such as the lingering smell of cheap cigarettes on Tang Ren and the subtle marks unique to mahjong tiles, that his uncle was lying about playing mahjong.

Gu Qing's face also revealed the speechlessness and slight disappointment of a genius boy who saw through a clumsy lie.

however--

"Click."

Chen Sicheng's voice rang out as he picked up the walkie-talkie: "Xiao Gu, come here for a moment."

"Didn't pass?"

Gu Qing's expression changed slightly, and his heart sank.

Has he run into trouble again?

Gu Qing took a deep breath, suppressed her frustration, and walked towards Chen Sicheng behind the monitor.

"Little brother, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Tong Liya stood by and softly offered a word of comfort.

Gu Qing shook her head and didn't say anything.

"Come on, Xiao Gu, take a look at this playback."

Chen Sicheng's tone was gentle and guiding, "Where do you think your problem lies?"

Gu Qing leaned forward, supporting himself on his knees with his hands, his eyes fixed on the scene that had just been played out on the monitor screen.

He looked very carefully, his brows gradually furrowing.

In the footage, Wang Baoqiang's performance is seamless: from the exaggerated laughter as a cover-up to the "natural" way he snatches the luggage.
Every emotional shift and every small gesture felt natural, as if Tang Ren was meant to be this way, with no trace of acting.

"Brother Baoqiang's emotional shifts are so smooth, compared to him..."

Gu Qing muttered to himself. He sensed the gap, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Was it because my emotions weren't right? Did I not convey the feeling of disappointment?" "It wasn't emotions,"

Chen Sicheng interrupted him, pointing out directly, "You acted the emotions very well—disappointment, speechlessness—that feeling was right. The problem isn't the emotions themselves."

"what is that?"

Gu Qing's confusion deepened, and that "strange" feeling intensified.

Instead of answering directly, Chen Sicheng asked a question: "Do you remember what I mentioned to you yesterday? What are the core elements of film as the seventh art?"

"know."

Gu Qing immediately searched her memory.

Film is a combination of six elements.

It includes still art and moving art, time art and spatial art, visual art and rhythmic art.

"Movement, stillness, time, space, form, rhythm..."

Gu Qing went through the six keywords in his mind, and then compared them with his own performance and Bao Qiang's performance, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Sicheng, what you said... is rhythm?"

Chen Sicheng smiled slightly: "That's right, it's all about rhythm."

He pointed to the monitor playback and began to explain the scene to Gu Qing in detail: "Look at Bao Qiang, his lying and making excuses is a complete process of 'introduction, development, climax and conclusion'."

He needs time to lay the groundwork and to put on a show.

But Xiao Gu, who is Qin Feng, the character you're playing?

He is a genius!
A genius with photographic memory and terrifying observational skills!

From the moment he first saw Tang Ren, and perhaps even before Tang Ren opened his mouth, laughed, and hugged him...
He could instantly deduce from the details on him (the smell of smoke, the marks from playing cards, the aura of someone rushing there) that...
The real reason he was late—playing mahjong!

"So, while Tang Ren was still struggling to fabricate the obviously fake excuse of 'handling a big case,' Qin Feng already knew exactly what was going on."

Your reaction of disappointment and speechlessness only after he finished speaking is not inherently problematic, but it was a beat too slow, making you seem less 'genius' and less perceptive!

Chen Sicheng paused for a moment, then continued, "An actor's performance has layers and needs rhythm to drive it forward."

A lingering glance, the depth of a breath, a swallowing motion, even the way food is chewed a few times before swallowing...

These subtle changes in rhythm accumulate emotions, ultimately elevating the performance's level and impact.

Qin Feng's "seeing through" Tang Ren was likely an almost instinctive, instantaneous judgment.

He didn't need to wait for his uncle to finish speaking; even before his uncle started making excuses, or even from that guilty glance he gave him...

You should bring out that feeling of annoyance and weariness, like "Here we go again," "So annoying," or "Who are you kidding?"

I feel that he's an adult, and he clearly did something wrong by being late, yet he uses such a lame excuse to insult your intelligence.

“Take a closer look at how Baoqiang acted,” Chen Sicheng gestured to Gu Qing to watch the playback. “His sense of rhythm was very well demonstrated.”

He spoke very seriously, and Gu Qing listened with rapt attention, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Learn more from Baoqiang's natural, subtle acting style..."

As Chen Sicheng said this, he suddenly laughed and patted Gu Qing on the shoulder, saying in a tone that was both helpless and teasing, "Forget it, forget it, you'd better not force yourself to learn it."

Baoqiang... is not an ordinary actor. He is a natural talent, blessed by God. He is the pinnacle of the "unorthodox" actors. His natural talent is something that no one can learn or compare to.

Just find Qin Feng's rhythm and act out your own feeling!

Gu Qing watched Chen Sicheng's almost overflowing admiration for Wang Baoqiang's acting skills and his self-deprecating remark, and sighed helplessly.

He complained, "Brother Sicheng, you've been praising Brother Baoqiang to the skies, why can't you praise me too?"

“If he doesn’t praise you, your older sister can.”

Tong Liya smiled sweetly, her soft hand gently stroking Gu Qing's thick black hair.

"Sister Ya Ya, your praise sounds fake and not sincere enough."

Gu Qing rallied again, full of enthusiasm, "Brother Sicheng, let's go!"

When the second take took place,

Gu Qing managed to maintain her rhythm and was finally no longer being overwhelmed.

Chen Sicheng shouted with satisfaction, "Pass!"

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(P.S.: I stayed up too late, so I'm feeling lethargic and have some writer's block.)
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