Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 141 Vice Dean Wang's New Plan

Zhang Qilin turned his head and saw Song Dandan walking over.

He immediately thanked her, saying, "Teacher Song, I'm sorry to have kept you from resting."

"It's alright, I'm just killing time anyway," Song Dandan said with a smile.

next second.

She looked at Zhang Qilin, her eyes filled with concern, impatience, and the sharp tongue and soft heart characteristic of women from the lower classes: "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Qilin was stunned for a moment.

He Bing whispered from the side, "Take over."

Zhang Qilin then realized: "I'll take the back beam and lean it against your stove to keep it warm."

"You don't have a brazier in your house?" Song Dandan replied naturally, as if she really was the cook's wife who lived next door.

"We can't afford to light the stove anymore."

"Didn't I ask you to make coal for our house?"

"Yes, my son is using your coal warmly."

After delivering the two lines, Zhang Qilin felt as if he had simply read each word aloud.

Song Dandan stopped and looked at He Bing: "This child has a good voice, but he didn't go in."

He Bing nodded and walked up to Zhang Qilin: "Do you know what your question was about just now?"

Zhang Qilin was somewhat frustrated: "It feels like I'm memorizing lines."

"It's not just about memorizing lines," He Bing pointed to his eyes, "when you look at Sister Dan, you're not seeing Tian Cuilan."

He stepped back, making Zhang Qilin look at Song Dandan: "Look at her, and tell me, what do you see?"

Zhang Qilin recalled Tian Cuilan's biographical sketch: "She worked as a clerk, married a cook, and breastfed Yuan Guozhong's son. She was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted."

"Now look at her, imagine this," He Bing's voice seemed to be guiding you, "You are Yuan Guozhong, your son is dying, in this courtyard, only this woman has ever breastfed your son, only she doesn't mind that your son is sick, now you have to entrust your affairs, who would you entrust your son to?"

Zhang Qilin looked at Song Dandan.

He suddenly understood something.

Just then, Yang Lixin's voice rang out: "Oh, is there class here?"

Zhang Qilin looked up and saw Yang Lixin and Pu Cunxin walking slowly toward him.

He Bing said with a smile, "Let's talk to this kid and let the leaders share their experience."

Yang Lixin smiled and pointed at He Bing with her finger, then turned to Zhang Qilin: "You did a good job building up the emotions earlier, but there's one thing."

He pointed to the line in the script, "I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"You said that too smoothly," Yang Lixin said. "Yuan Guozhong would never back down unless absolutely necessary, so there must have been a moment of hesitation, a process of 'not being able to open his mouth,' before he said that."

As Zhang Qilin listened to the conversation of these people, the vague concepts in his mind gradually became clearer.

In the days that followed, Zhang Qilin consulted Pu Cunxin, Yang Lixin, and others about the roles they were playing.

Pu Cunxin analyzed the inner world of the character for him.

Yang Lixin guided him on how to create a three-dimensional character.

He Bing took him to the hutongs and vegetable markets to observe the words and actions of ordinary people and taught him how to make his performances full of realism.

Song Dandan told him how to combine everyday wisdom with a sense of humor more naturally.

Xu Fan explained in detail how to incorporate traditional opera movements into the performance, and told him that if he wanted to perform well in period dramas, he had to learn opera well.

Zhang Qilin absorbed the performance styles of several people and integrated them into his own performance system.

Although it has not yet developed its own performance style, it is already taking shape.

More than a month later, there were still more than ten days before the performance.

That evening, after Zhang Qilin and his interns finished rehearsing in the rehearsal room, they were packing up their things.

Li Wei walked up to him with a grin and asked, "Boss, are you free?"

Zhang Qilin put the things into his bag: "What are you trying to say?"

Li Wei cautiously glanced at Zhang Qilin's expression. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she smiled and said, "We've been queuing for so long, I don't know if it's any good. Could we ask the teachers to take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qilin stopped packing his things.

Li Wei's words reminded him.

After more than two months of rehearsals, he has mastered all the roles in "Wotou Guild Hall".

The reward has not yet been issued.

He thought the notification would be given after the performance.

Li Wei's words reminded him that he needed the approval of the teachers in the college to truly master the skills.

Thinking of this, he said to Li Wei, "I'll ask the teacher tomorrow, and you can tell everyone to get ready."

The next afternoon, during a break in rehearsals, Zhang Qilin walked toward director Lin Zhaohua.

Director Lin was chatting with Pu Cunxin.

Zhang Qilin walked closer, but did not interrupt directly. Instead, he waited for a while.

Lin Zhaohua noticed him first: "Xiao Zhang, is something wrong?"

"Director Lin, Professor Pu," Zhang Qilin bowed slightly, "I would like to ask you two for a matter."

Lin Zhaohua gestured for him to continue.

Zhang Qilin then said, "The performance is coming up soon, and to prepare for playing all the roles well, my classmates and I have rehearsed 'Wotou Guild Hall.' Could a few teachers in the academy please take a look and see how well I've grasped each character?"

Lin Zhaohua and Pu Cunxin exchanged a glance.

Lin Zhaohua pondered for a moment: "This is a good idea. There are still more than ten days before the official performance, so there is still time to make adjustments if problems are found."

He looked at Pu Cunxin: "Old Pu, what do you think?"

"I think it's a good idea," Pu Cunxin nodded. "We can have an internal observation session here after rehearsals tomorrow afternoon."

Zhang Qilin was overjoyed: "Thank you, Director Lin, thank you, Teacher Pu. I'll inform them to make preparations."

The next morning, in Vice Dean Wang's office.

Vice Dean Wang leaned back in his chair, looking at Zhao Tongfu in front of him: "You mean, this afternoon, they're going to check Zhang Qilin's grasp of all the roles?"

Zhao Tongfu nodded and said, "Yes."

Vice Dean Wang raised his hand and touched his chin.

They can't get involved in Zhang Qilin's endorsement for the time being, which has always been a source of pain for him.

The play is about to start, and in order to buy time, Pu Cunxin promised to let Zhang Qilin go out to take on other roles after the play ended.

With the time running out, he finally got his chance.

Having Zhang Qilin as a cash cow, yet being unable to monetize it, has always been his biggest regret.

Now that the opportunity is right in front of him, he must seize it.

"That's great news," Vice Dean Wang said with a meaningful smile. "The institute should support it."

Unsure of his leader's meaning, Zhao Tongfu tentatively asked, "Then—is there anything we need to do?"

"What should we do?" Vice Dean Wang's smile remained unchanged. "Of course we should do it, and we should do it in a big way."

"Go tell Director Lin that all the relevant leaders in the theater will be attending this internal observation session," Vice President Wang said with an even wider smile. "Xiao Zhang is a young backbone of our theater. His growth represents the achievements of our theater's talent cultivation and deserves everyone's attention."

"I understand, Dean Wang," Zhao Tongfu nodded. "I'll coordinate right away and make sure this matter is arranged properly. How about you personally come and provide guidance this afternoon?"

"How could I not support the performance by our young talents? Has your performance center invited you to any film or television projects related to Zhang Qilin recently?"

"Yes, there are a few." Zhao Tongfu immediately pulled out several documents from his folder. "They're all idol-related, but with huge fan bases, and the prices they offer are extremely high. There's also a movie—"

Vice Dean Wang listened carefully, his eyes fixed on the project brochures, a satisfied look on his face: "Very good, high value. Prepare these materials, and after the observation, hold an office meeting. Let's see how Pu Cunxin can refuse then."

Zhao Tongfu understood immediately and put away the documents: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Afternoon, 4:30 PM

The atmosphere in the rehearsal hall was completely different from that of regular rehearsals.

Director Lin Zhaohua, Pu Cunxin, and leaders from several departments of the institute were seated in the director's seat.

Vice Dean Wang entered last, greeting the teachers with a warm smile, and sat down in the reserved middle seat.

Zhang Qilin and several interns stood by the side of the curtain.

Li Wei quietly tugged at Zhang Qilin's sleeve, her voice trembling slightly: "Boss, wasn't it said that Director Lin would be providing guidance? Why is he here too—so many leaders?"

"Just perform as usual," Zhang Qilin said in a low voice.

Zhang Qilin didn't know why things had turned out this way, and he couldn't ask anyone now; he could only wait until the performance was finished.

Lin Zhaohua glanced at his watch and politely asked, "Pu Yuan, Wang Yuan, shall we begin?"

Pu Cunxin nodded expressionlessly.

"Begin, begin," Vice Dean Wang gestured with a kind smile, "Don't waste the children's time. I'm also looking forward to Zhang's learning results."

After saying that, he glanced triumphantly at Pu Cunxin.

The lights dimmed and then came back on, and the first scene began.

Zhang Qilin, who plays Tian Cuilan, is sorting through pig intestines.

First came a melodious harmonica tune, followed by a cough.

Zhang Qilin didn't stop what he was doing, shouting, "Hey! Little Miao! If you're going to keep coughing, stop blowing! You're already a tuberculous patient, aren't you afraid you'll cough up blood?!"

Rehearsals proceeded in an orderly manner.

Zhang Qilin played several roles, including Tian Cuilan, Gu Yuezong, Zhou Yuping, and Wang Liben.

With each new role, he not only changed his voice and posture, but even the way he looked at people was completely different.

Song Dandan watched intently, occasionally leaning closer to Xu Fan and whispering a few words.

Xu Fan, on the other hand, paid more attention to Zhang Qilin's subconscious body control.

The final scene.

Zhang Qilin plays Yuan Guozhong.

He Bing, watching Zhang Qilin holding a wine bottle and muttering to himself, saw Yuan Guozhong's inner pain and resentment revealed in his expression and actions.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his face. Zhang Qilin's interpretation of Yuan Guozhong already showed six or seven tenths of his skill.

Given time, he will surely be able to create his own version of Yuan Guozhong.

The performance ended with the cry of a baby.

After a brief silence, applause broke out.

First, Lin Zhaohua, Pu Cunxin, and others applauded with approval, and then other leaders joined in the applause.

Vice President Wang also clapped, his smile widening.

For him, Zhang Qilin's performance this time was excellent, and he is fully capable of serving as a substitute for all roles in "Wotou Guild Hall".

Vice Dean Wang was the first to stand up, his face beaming with a warm smile.

He clapped his hands: "Good job, Xiao Zhang! You've really impressed us."

As he spoke, he walked toward the stage, and Pu Cunxin and the others had no choice but to follow him onto the stage.

Zhang Qilin led the interns to the front of the stage and bowed slightly.

"Director Lin, Puyuan," Vice Dean Wang said with admiration, "it's not easy for Xiao Zhang to have grasped so many characters to this extent in just over two months—"

Director Lin Zhaohua smiled and nodded, without saying anything more.

Pu Cunxin's face was expressionless; he was just looking at Zhang Qilin, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

He Bing, Song Dandan, Yang Lixin, and the others exchanged glances but did not respond.

"Everyone has seen Xiao Zhang's performance," Vice President Wang continued. "This is not only a demonstration of individual ability, but also a reflection of the theater's overall strength. I believe that such talent—"

No one said anything as they listened to his words.

Zhang Qilin also sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

Vice President Wang seemed to be praising him, but there seemed to be another meaning hidden in his words.

Seeing that Pu Cunxin didn't respond, Vice Dean Wang assumed that the other party was powerless to retaliate.

Subsequently, Director Lin, Pu Cunxin, and others provided feedback on the performance of Zhang Qilin and the other interns.

This made all the interns aware of the shortcomings of their roles and also showed them which direction they should strive to take.

On behalf of the interns, Zhang Qilin thanked all the leaders and teachers for their guidance.

Finally, he and the interns bowed again in gratitude.

The crowd began to slowly disperse.

After everyone else left, Vice Dean Wang called out to Pu Cunxin, who was about to leave, "Vice Dean Pu, could we hold an office meeting tomorrow?"

Pu Cunxin said calmly, "We'll talk about it after the play is over."

Vice Dean Wang did not object. He smiled and said nothing more. When he turned to leave, his steps were lighter than when he came.