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

Chapter 148 My Name Is Not Song Tie

A brief silence.

No one pushed the door open and entered.

"Teacher, it's Song Yi, not Song Tie."

A soft, slightly helpless female voice rang out.

Zhang Qilin was thinking about Lin Juemin when he heard someone speaking.

He subconsciously looked up.

There stood a girl in front of me wearing a simple dress and with short, flowing hair.

She looks very young, with no makeup, yet her eyes and brows still radiate a captivating charm.

He asked, somewhat bewildered, "What did you say?"

"Teacher, my name is Song Yi, Yi as in anecdotes."

Zhang Qilin looked down at the list in his hand.

The character 佚 is written in a sloppy manner, and it is indeed easy to mistake it for 铁.

"Sorry," Zhang Qilin quickly apologized, snapping out of his daze. "Song Yi, it's your turn."

Song Yi didn't seem to mind the little incident: "It's okay, teacher, you're not the first to admit your mistake."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went into the room.

Zhang Qilin looked down at the name again; he vaguely remembered it.

In the original world, this girl's experience at the Beijing People's Art Theatre was truly extraordinary.

With the help of a compass, it took him more than seven months to finally get a chance to play the lead role.

A year later, this girl took on the lead role.

I never expected to run into her here.

Seeing this name sparked a thought in his mind.

Although Song Yi was admitted through the regular entrance exam, she still had to spend a year building a foundation.

If we provide her with some support this year.

While he was away filming, Song Yi helped the interns grow.

His roots are in the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

Every year after completing his performance duties at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, he would go out to earn "luck points".

But for his fellow interns, we need to find ways to give them important roles in various plays.

Only in this way, with the support of these people, can he truly gain a foothold in the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

These interns still need to hone their skills, and Song Yi can play a great leading role in this regard.

While he's out earning luck points, you can keep an eye on the other interns and help them grow as quickly as possible.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened again, and Song Yi came out.

Zhang Qilin looked up and met her gaze.

She saw Zhang Qilin still sitting there, nodded politely, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Qilin suddenly spoke.

Song Yi stopped and turned around, looking at him with some confusion.

Zhang Qilin stood up, walked up to her, and extended his hand: "Hello, my name is Zhang Qilin. I'm also a newcomer this year, a few months earlier than you. I'm a very helpful person. Among our batch of interns, everyone is used to consulting me first when they encounter problems."

Song Yi's expression immediately tensed up: "Teacher, I—"

Zhang Qilin smiled, his tone becoming more relaxed: "Don't be nervous. If you have any questions about rehearsals or daily life, feel free to ask me anytime. Don't be shy. After all, we'll be colleagues, and it's only right that we look out for each other."

After listening, Song Yi nodded slightly and smiled faintly, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Then I won't be polite."

She didn't say anything more, turned and left, her back view light and composed.

Zhang Qilin stood there, watching her disappear at the end of the corridor.

He didn't expect Song Yi to immediately understand his full intentions.

Some things are better left unsaid.

He knew that with the girl's intelligence, she would naturally understand in the future.

He glanced at the list on the paper; everyone had finished their interviews.

He sat down on the stool again, waiting for the teachers inside to finish reading his biography and give their feedback.

At that moment, several people in the room were having a discussion.

Pu Cunxin closed his notebook and looked up at He Bing and Wu Gang: "You've finished reading it? What did you think?"

He Bing pondered for a moment and said, "It's clear that a lot of effort has been put in. The historical materials, background, biography, and personality analysis are very solid, but it lacks the realism that allows the actors to immerse themselves in the role. After all, acting is not academic research; it focuses more on the transmission of emotions and the display of the character's inner world."

Wu Gang nodded in agreement: "From the biography, the foundation is solid, but from the perspective of performance, the biography is more like a rational interpretation of the character, rather than digging out the things that can touch the audience's hearts."

Pu Cunxin summarized: "That's right. What we actors want is to make the audience believe that at that moment, you are Lin Juemin, and that's what you're thinking. His character profile is logically sound, but it lacks a sense of realism."

Wu Gang nodded: "Yes, he's currently stuck at a bottleneck. He can write a short biography rationally, but the emotional connection hasn't been established yet. You can't find the answer to this problem by researching materials; you have to rely on experience, even if it's just an experience that's infinitely close to the truth."

He Bing lowered his voice: "Then how do we wake him up?"

“Talking won’t do any good,” Pu Cunxin shook his head. “He has to realize it himself and have the courage to take that step. I guess he may have sensed it himself, but he may not have found the way yet.”

Wu Gang pondered: "Schools teach how to get into character, but it seems he hasn't practiced it yet. He might be worried that he won't be able to get out of character after getting into it, after all, he's still so young."

"Maybe so. To truly immerse yourself in a character, especially a profound and tragic one like Lin Juemin, is very draining and it's not easy to get out of character," He Bing nodded.

Pu Cunxin pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's enlighten him and let him know that if he wants to play Lin Juemin well, there are some things he must do."

"OK.

""

"Let's do it this way."

Outside the door, Zhang Qilin sat on a stool waiting.

At that moment, He Bing called out from inside, "Xiao Zhang, come in."

Zhang Qilin stood up, pushed open the door, and went back into the room.

The teachers had resumed their normal sitting posture, with their notebooks open in the center of the table.

"I've finished reading," Pu Cunxin said, his face still expressionless. "Sit down."

Zhang Qilin sat down as instructed, feeling a little apprehensive as he awaited the evaluation.

"Let's start by talking about what you did well," Wu Gang began, his tone gentle but earnest. "Your information was detailed, your preparation was solid, and your thinking was insightful. For a newcomer, this attitude towards preparation is commendable."

Zhang Qilin relaxed a little.

But then He Bing picked up the conversation: "Xiao Zhang, you need to understand this character's purpose in life, what his ideals are, and why he does what he does before you analyze and generate action. What you're writing now is all deduced from historical materials, not the real Lin Juemin."

Zhang Qilin's heart tightened.

He Bing pointed at the notebook page: "Your analysis is very good, and your logic is very clear, but acting is not a logic problem. What you're doing now is like drawing an extremely detailed anatomical diagram of Lin Juemin —"

Zhang Qilin listened attentively.

Wu Gang used an analogy: "You know his every move, you can even analyze why he moves that way. But you haven't gone inside—."

Pu Cunxin concluded, "Thirty thousand words have paved the way for you. Now you don't need to look up information anymore; you need to walk into it."

"Don't do anything for the next few days. Go to Lin Juemin's former residence for two days. Don't think about performing. Just feel it. Even if you don't get into character, you'll still gain something from it."

"I understand," Zhang Qilin nodded. "Good that you understand," He Bing pushed the notebook back to him.

"Thank you, teacher," Zhang Qilin said, taking the notebook.

Zhang Qilin walked out of the room.

He knew what the three teachers meant: they wanted him to use the methods taught at school to immerse himself in the role of Lin Juemin.

What the teachers didn't know was that he had a more effective way of experiencing the role than the methods taught in school.

He just doesn't yet have a good way to deal with the difficulty of playing a role.

Even a single day off from filming can leave him bedridden and unable to move.

He didn't know how he got through those three days.

However, Pu Cunxin's suggestion is good. Go to Lin Juemin's former residence and you might gain some insights without getting too caught up in the drama.

When he got home that evening, he booked a flight to Fujian online.

When he saw the ticket price, an idea popped into his head without warning.

How many steamed buns could this money buy?

Zhang Qilin shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

Ever since he played the role of Yuen Kwok-chung, whenever he spends money, this stingy thought pops into his head.

Because there were no tickets left for tomorrow, he could only book for the day after tomorrow.

Zhang Qilin clicked the payment button.

After the payment was successful, a pang of heartache followed, as if I had lost something.

He knew this was a side effect of getting into character on the very first day of filming.

The lingering personality traits resulting from immersing oneself in a role cannot be eliminated overnight.

But in order to play Lin Juemin well, the current schedule is indispensable.

Sometimes he felt helpless, because even though he was not short of money, he had somehow adopted Yuan Guozhong's stingy personality.

Now, every time he spends money, he has to grapple with this internal conflict of personality traits.

These past few nights, whenever I think about the more than 30,000 yuan I spend each month hiring people to act with me, I can't fall asleep.

I don't know when this lingering personality trait will disappear.

Just then, the phone rang.

Zhang Qilin picked it up and saw that it was a call from Jing Tian.

As soon as he answered, Jing Tian's excited voice came through the phone: "I'm landing at the Capital Airport tonight, and I'll head to Pangu Airport tomorrow at noon."

Just as Zhang Qilin was about to nod in agreement, a pang of heartache struck him again, but he said aloud, "Come to my place tomorrow, and we'll discuss it there."

After saying that, he wanted to slap himself for what he had just said.

However, the words had already been spoken, and before he could take them back, Jing Tian had already agreed: "Okay, then I'll come to see you tomorrow. I've never been to your new place before. Give me the address. I'm so sick of eating takeout lately, I need to eat something good to make up for it."

Having said all that, Zhang Qilin could only tell her the exact location where he was staying.

The two agreed to meet the next morning, but Jing Tian had to catch a flight and hung up.

Zhang Qilin felt a sense of helplessness. The heartache he felt whenever money was involved was like a conditioned reflex that was hard to control.

Zhang Qilin lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The thought of inviting Jing Tian to dinner makes my heart ache so much that I can't sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Qilin woke up with dark circles under his eyes.

Around 10 a.m., Zhang Qilin's phone rang.

He answered the phone, and Jing Tian's voice came from the other end: "We're at the door, open it quickly."