Brush Up Your Proficiency

When Wang Hao saw Liang Meng specifically come to remind him about this matter, he knew that the upcoming performance would not be simple.

After inquiring in detail with Liang Meng about the differences between this drama rehearsal and the impromptu performance just now, he couldn't help but begin to take it seriously.

It seemed that what was about to be sung was the real main event.

Wang Hao didn't really care about the worries in Liang Meng's words just now.

Being able to receive this kind of special treatment on the first day, something that others had worked hard for a long time to achieve, meant that he was highly regarded.

If he messed up the performance, it would not only be irresponsible to himself, but also辜负 (gūfù - let down) the old gentleman's good intentions.

After Wang Hao secretly made up his mind, Old Song appeared again, this time holding a stack of papers, which was obviously the script for the play.

"Wang Hao, there are two roles in this play, one older and one younger, which are similar in age to us, so it will be easier to perform.

Take a look at the script first, and you can ask me any questions at any time."

After Old Song finished speaking, he handed over all the papers, without keeping any for himself.

His many years of theatrical career had allowed him to know these scripts by heart, and he could perform them completely without a script.

The reason for making everyone wait for half an hour was entirely to leave Wang Hao with plenty of preparation time.

Wang Hao looked at the several pages filled with lines and scene settings, and nodded gently as he took them.

If it were in the past, seeing these densely packed words would have directly discouraged Wang Hao, let alone asking him to memorize all the content on these several pages in half an hour.

Even if he was given a whole morning, he might not be able to remember it completely.

But now it was different.

Wang Hao's increasingly powerful mental strength made his memory almost as good as photographic memory.

These small few pages were simply not a challenge.

After Wang Hao took it, he thanked Old Song, and without wasting any words, he directly found a stool and began to read.

Rather than saying he was reading, it would be more accurate to say he was flipping through it, because as he read, Wang Hao clearly felt the reading skill begin to take effect.

The meaning that each word wanted to express in this script was clearly imprinted in his mind, allowing him to instantly immerse himself in the character of "Li Shiqing."

The scene function of the reading skill also allowed him to personally experience how a child from a poor family in that era rose step by step, and how he fell step by step.

After personally experiencing the character of "Li Shiqing," he had a deep understanding of the character and characteristics that he portrayed.

Old Song saw Wang Hao immerse himself in studying the script.

At this time, the familiar and approachable aura emanating from him, like an old friend studying a script, made the thoughts in his heart, which were already very optimistic about Wang Hao, even stronger.

As someone who had been there, he knew very well that this kind of concentration was very beneficial for grasping the role, helping him to quickly understand the role and even immerse himself in it.

Old Song thought to himself: He's a good piece of material!

In less than five minutes, Wang Hao had completely memorized and understood Li Shiqing, and the character biography in his mind, after merging multiple versions, also converged into one.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you don't understand?" Old Song, who was answering questions from other students, saw Wang Hao put down the script and thought that the other party had encountered some difficulties, so he couldn't help but ask.

In his opinion, Wang Hao couldn't have read and completely memorized so many pages of content so quickly.

The biggest possibility was that he had encountered some problems while reading, which caused him to have doubts.

But how could Old Song have imagined that Wang Hao was a man with a cheat, and he had even raised the extremely difficult-to-improve reading skill to a high level.

These small few pages were not challenging at all.

The straightforward words allowed his reading skill to easily crack it, like a naked person standing there, completely exposed!

Compared to the crystallization of wisdom like "Lao Zhuang," it was approximately equal to a blank sheet of paper.

Seeing Old Song's concerned inquiry, although Wang Hao didn't want to appear so high-profile, he had already completely understood it, and it would be a waste of everyone's time to read it again, so he replied with a slightly humble expression:

"I had already memorized this passage a long time ago.

I reviewed it just now and remembered it all.

I can start rehearsing now!"

Old Song frowned slightly when he heard Wang Hao's not-so-humble statement, thinking:

"The young people of today are still too arrogant.

They can't be so unscrupulous just because they have talent.

It seems that I still have to give him some pressure later.

Jade must be carved to become a useful object, and being spoiled and arrogant is a big taboo in learning to perform."

Although he thought so in his heart, Old Song still advised, "Do you want to take another look?

There's no harm in looking more, there's still time anyway."

Wang Hao naturally understood the meaning in the other party's words.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "I understand your kindness, but it's okay, Teacher Song.

I have already memorized it all.

You'll know when you see my performance later!"

Wang Hao assured him confidently, but he couldn't say too much.

If the other party insisted, then he wouldn't insist either.

There was no need to argue with a senior over twenty minutes of free time.

Seeing this, Old Song no longer insisted.

After all, you can't teach people, but things will teach people once they try.

He also understood that saying more was not as good as practicing in person.

Then he nodded in agreement, turned around and clapped his hands to signal everyone to look over, and said loudly, "The rehearsal will officially begin in five minutes.

Everyone find their positions and observe."

Then he slowly walked towards the center of the stage with Wang Hao.

Out of respect for this stage, unless it is during a performance where you can freely express yourself according to the plot, you must treat this place gently at other times.

This was a piece of knowledge that Old Song taught Wang Hao hand-in-hand that did not appear in the books.

"Lights, just focus on the central area..." Standing in the center of the stage, Old Song was full of majesty as he coordinated various matters.

Even though his pronunciation and volume did not go through audio equipment, it was enough for everyone present to hear.

Seeing that everything was in place, Old Song nodded to the executive director below.

Then, with a sound of "action!" the play rehearsal officially began!