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

5:00

When Zhang Qilin arrived at the rehearsal hall and pushed open the door, there were already people inside.

Feng Yuanzheng, who was doing stretching exercises, heard the door open and turned his head.

Upon seeing that it was Zhang Qilin, he nodded:

"Let's warm up our voices first; we'll practice our lines during this morning's class."

"Okay, teacher."

Zhang Qilin agreed, put his backpack against the wall, and went to the window.

It was still quite dark outside the window.

He closed his eyes, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

Let's start with the most basic breathing technique.

The breath sinks down, gathers in the dantian, and then is drawn upwards.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"

The first few notes were a bit dry.

He repeated his breathing, once, twice.

The sound gradually subsided.

Feng Yuanzheng had already sat down not far away, listening intently to every shift in the airflow and resonance.

Feng Yuanzheng listened and nodded slowly.

At that moment, the doors to the rehearsal hall opened again.

The girl who came in yesterday was the same one with the high ponytail, still carrying a cup of soy milk.

Today she changed into a plain casual outfit, a white shirt and gray pants, looking fresh and clean.

She greeted Feng Yuanzheng:

"Hello, teacher."

The voice sounded less tense than yesterday.

Feng Yuanzheng didn't speak, but nodded in response.

The girl placed the soy milk in the corner, walked to the window, and began to sing, imitating Zhang Qilin.

As time went on, more and more people filled the rehearsal hall.

After warming up his voice, Zhang Qilin found a corner to stretch.

He had just seen Teacher Feng doing it and thought there must be a reason for it.

As they were practicing, the girl with the ponytail walked over, picked up the cup of soy milk in the corner, and took a big gulp.

Li Wei

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As Zhang Qilin was stretching, he heard a girl's clear voice.

He paused, then turned to look at the girl:

"I am……"

"I know you," Li Wei interrupted him, her tone as natural as if she were talking about the weather, "the most talented one in the class, and also the biggest rival in the eyes of all the boys in the class."

Zhang Qilin deliberately feigned a disappointed expression:

"Are there only boys?"

Li Wei was clearly not expected to hear this response. She turned her head and her eyes widened slightly.

But the next second she realized what she meant, her tone laced with teasing:

"Most girls don't want to act opposite you, for fear of being overshadowed."

"Isn't that including you?"

"Of course not," she said, raising her chin. "The fastest way to improve is to act opposite the strongest people."

At this moment, Feng Yuanzheng stood up and clapped his hands.

"Come on over, everyone."

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire rehearsal hall.

The students quickly gathered and formed a semicircle on the wooden floor.

Li Wei put down her soy milk and quickly walked over.

Looking at Li Wei's back, Zhang Qilin thought this girl was interesting.

As for the purpose behind her words, he couldn't be bothered to speculate.

His opponent has never been anyone in this rehearsal room.

Everyone sat in a circle on the floor in the center of the rehearsal hall.

Feng Yuanzheng stood outside the circle, looking around. There were only a dozen or so people present.

"Time's up, we won't wait for those who haven't arrived yet."

He took two steps forward, stepped into the circle, and sat down cross-legged, looking the students in the eye.

"Who should start? Please introduce yourself by name."

One by one, the students called out their names, and the others politely smiled and nodded at them.

It was Zhang Qilin's turn.

"Zhang Qilin," his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

The air fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at him with complex expressions.

Several students exchanged glances discreetly.

Zhang Qilin seemed oblivious to all of this.

After everyone finished introducing themselves, a brief silence fell over the rehearsal hall.

Feng Yuanzheng's voice rang out again:

"Don't be so nervous, everyone. Let's play a few games."

He led everyone in playing some simple interactive games, such as drop the handkerchief.

At first, everyone's movements were a bit stiff, and their laughter was restrained.

Every run, turn, and touch was done with care.

Firstly, they were not yet familiar with each other.

Secondly, because they got up too early, they hadn't had time to warm up their bodies properly when they arrived at the rehearsal hall, and some people even seemed a little clumsy when they ran.

In contrast, Zhang Qilin's performance was quite impressive.

Whether it's nimbly grabbing someone or skillfully escaping a chase, it all demonstrates excellent physical coordination and flexibility.

This caused some girls to look at him with a mixture of indescribable emotions.

What surprised everyone even more was Feng Yuanzheng.

He revealed a different side of himself in the game than he usually does.

In the game, he would deliberately "play tricks," such as feinting when passing a handkerchief, pretending to be serious, but then flashing a mischievous smile in his eyes when grabbing someone.

Gradually, the tense atmosphere melted away amidst the chase and laughter.

The game ended quickly, and everyone sat down again, slightly out of breath.

Feng Yuanzheng asked with a smile:

"How are you feeling?"

"Fun!"

"The teacher is so unfair!"

Several bolder students laughed and agreed.

"Besides relaxing, the game doesn't have any other purpose," Feng Yuanzheng looked around, "but it's about getting all the muscles active through exercise so that your throat won't be so tight when you speak."

When Feng Yuanzheng began his lecture, all the students sat up straight and listened attentively.

Zhang Qilin took out a pen and notebook and began to take notes.

Feng Yuanzheng continued:

"The tradition of the Beijing People's Art Theatre is that actors do not wear microphones on stage. You have to rely on your own voice to penetrate the theater so that the audience in the last row can hear your lines clearly."

Feng Yuanzheng's words caused a stir among the students.

Some people raised their eyebrows in surprise, while others exchanged incredulous glances with their companions in hushed tones.

A girl raised her hand and asked with a puzzled look:

"Teacher, modern theaters have excellent sound equipment, why do we still need to train like this?"

Feng Yuanzheng looked at the girl who asked the question and patiently explained:

"This is a very good question. The Beijing People's Art Theatre requires actors to have a clear and full voice, accurate pronunciation, natural penetrating power, and rich emotions. Microphones and sound systems can change the texture of the human voice, creating a sense of distance and artificiality."

"An actor's own voice and breath can convey emotional fluctuations, personality traits, and psychological changes. The voice produced by the human voice has a natural texture, breathing, and trembling, which electronic amplification cannot fully simulate. They can help the audience establish a more realistic connection with the character."

Listening to Feng Yuanzheng's explanation, Zhang Qilin recalled that Zhang Hua had also told him that the Beijing People's Art Theatre has a tradition of performing without microphones.

He asked why at the time.

Teacher Zhang Hua said that most actors can actually perform without a microphone.

But why are so many people unwilling to do it?

"It's tiring," Zhang Hua sighed with a laugh at the time. "A play is almost three hours long, and you have to keep going on your feet. You can't slack off even a little bit. The Beijing People's Art Theatre insists on this tradition. In the end, it's a kind of pride. This is what we do for a living. If you don't have the ability, don't come here."