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"Who can recite a tongue twister? I want to see how good your basic skills are," Feng Yuanzheng said, looking around.

Most of the students whose gaze swept over him subconsciously lowered their eyes, looked down, or unconsciously shrank back.

Zhang Qilin remained seated.

It's not that I'm afraid, but that I feel it's unnecessary.

His pronunciation received individual instruction from teacher Zhang Hua, so there are no technical problems with it.

However, more practice is needed to meet the requirements of the Beijing People's Art Theatre stage.

At that moment, a clear, crisp voice rang out:

"Teacher, I can give it a try."

All eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Li Wei stood up.

Feng Yuanzheng stood up, his eyes filled with encouragement:

"Then you sing a bit."

As he stood up, the others followed suit.

Li Wei cleared her throat and spoke rapidly, like a machine gun:

"Eight hundred soldiers rushed up the north slope..."

Zhang Qilin frowned slightly as he listened to Li Wei recite the tongue twister.

The passage Li Wei read was almost identical to what her tutors taught her when she was preparing for the college entrance exam.

Three years have passed, and there has been no progress whatsoever.

After Li Wei finished reading, Feng Yuanzheng asked with a smile:

"This is what we learned at school, right? Is there a problem? You think it's okay, right?"

Li Wei blinked, looked at Feng Yuanzheng for about half a second, and then spoke somewhat shyly:

I don't think it's very good.

Feng Yuanzheng laughed after hearing Li Wei's words:

"If she herself doesn't think it's anything special, then why isn't it anything special?"

As he spoke, he looked around, wanting to see who could provide the answer.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Zhang Qilin, his eyes filled with encouragement.

Upon receiving the signal, Zhang Qilin spoke calmly:

"Her tongue twisters were simply recited without any beginning, end, or ending of the syllables, and there was a lack of natural transitions between them."

"Why is this happening?"

"Because the 'return to the original sound' was not achieved."

Feng Yuanzheng nodded in satisfaction:

"Then you can demonstrate."

Zhang Qilin shook his head and said:

"Teacher Feng, I understand the theory, but I haven't practiced the techniques well enough. It would be better if you could demonstrate so that everyone can truly understand."

Feng Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Qilin, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes.

He became increasingly satisfied with the student's performance.

He didn't start reading immediately, but instead took two steps and stood in a position where everyone could see him clearly.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, his voice not loud, but every word clear and distinct:

"Eight hundred soldiers rushed to the north slope."

The same seven words, spoken by him, evoked a completely different feeling.

Each character is like a bullet being fired, clear and crisp.

The intonation of each character is full and expansive, while the ending is clean and steady. The lingering sound seems to still be suspended in the air, yet it stops just right, without any dragging.

The transitions between syllables are not abrupt breaks, but rather a natural flow guided by breath and intention.

The short sentence evoked a vivid image of a military formation.

Compared to Feng Yuanzheng's tongue twister, Li Wei's recitation sounded rushed and lacked emotional support.

Feng Yuanzheng looked at Li Wei:

"Can you hear the difference?"

Li Wei nodded shyly.

Feng Yuanzheng looked at all the students.

"Do you know what you're missing? You're missing the 'exhalation port'," he said, demonstrating as he spoke. "The sound 'ba' is made by pulling your upper and lower lips inward, gently biting the inside of your lips with your teeth, and then letting the air out from there..."

He spoke carefully and acted vividly.

The students all started imitating it.

Feng Yuanzheng walked around, stopping from time to time to correct this person's lip shape and adjust that person's breathing.

Feng Yuanzheng stopped and stood in front of everyone again only after everyone had pronounced the words correctly.

"If you want everyone in the last row of the theater to hear your lines, in addition to having standard pronunciation, you need to practice loudly every morning when you come here until you reach the standard of the Beijing People's Art Theatre."

As instructed by Feng Yuanzheng, all the students practiced with their hands on their hips and at the top of their lungs.

Some people felt soreness in their lower back and abdomen after practicing for a while and had to stop and rest.

Zhang Qilin practiced along with everyone, his breathing was steady, and he appeared very relaxed.

Feng Yuanzheng noticed this, came closer to him, looked him over for a moment, and said:

"This intensity is no longer enough for you. Come here."

He led Zhang Qilin to a corner and pointed to the gleaming floor:

"Plank up, engage your core, and then shout at the top of your lungs towards the ground."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Qilin immediately bent down and propped himself up in the standard posture, his core taut as iron.

Then, he took a deep breath, and facing the floor so close to him, he used the strength of his dantian to utter the first sentence in a deep voice:

"Eight hundred soldiers rush up the north slope!"

The sound reflected back from the ground, impacting his eardrums and refining every syllable he uttered.

The sounds of practice around us had subsided at some point.

Many students' eyes involuntarily drifted to the corner.

They could only stand with their hands on their hips and shout for a few minutes before their waist and abdomen became sore, their breathing became shallow, and they could no longer continue.

Zhang Qilin, however, was able to maintain his balance and shout at the same time, and he lasted even longer than the others.

Is the gap between them really that big?

Li Wei's eyes kept darting between Zhang Qilin's back and face, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"Wow, that's some serious core strength."

Several girls nearby nodded in agreement.

A few minutes later, Zhang Qilin's forehead began to be covered in a fine sweat, and his forearms started to ache, but his voice remained steady.

Feng Yuanzheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching quietly.

Three minutes have passed.

Zhang Qilin's breathing began to become heavier, but he still managed to utter each word clearly.

The other students around them almost completely stopped practicing and stood aside to rest.

Several people tried to do a plank, but most of them couldn't even last a minute before collapsing to the ground.

Only when Feng Yuanzheng heard Zhang Qilin's voice begin to tremble did he step forward and pat him on the shoulder.

"Take a minute's break, then continue."

Zhang Qilin's shoulders relaxed, and he landed steadily, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Instead of lying down to rest completely, he knelt down, supporting himself with his hands on his knees, and adjusted his breathing.

Two hours later, when Feng Yuanzheng finally spoke:

That's all for today.

Several students collapsed to the ground, rubbing their aching backs, abdomens, and cheeks.

Zhang Qilin slowly got up from the ground, his hands and feet were weak.

My throat is dry and hoarse, and my lower back and abdomen are aching terribly.

Feng Yuanzheng clapped his hands as he saw everyone slumped on the ground:

"Don't sit still, move around slowly, don't let your muscles stiffen. We'll continue tomorrow morning. Yang Yu, keep an eye on them."

"Okay, Teacher Feng," Assistant Yang Yu replied.

After Feng Yuanzheng left, Yang Yu urged everyone to walk slowly around the rehearsal hall.

Zhang Qilin was sore all over and walked unsteadily.

Suddenly, an arm pulled him up.

Zhang Qilin looked up and saw Yang Yu.

Yang Yu said with a smile:

Be careful.

"Thank you," Zhang Qilin said gratefully.

"Of course," Yang Yu said, supporting him and calling out to the other students who were also walking unsteadily, "Get moving, walk slowly, don't stop, so that you won't be in so much pain that you can't get up tomorrow."

During the lap, Yang Yu talked to Zhang Qilin, telling him how to recover so that he could maintain his condition the next day.

Half an hour later, everyone sat on the floor to rest.

The door to the rehearsal room was pushed open from the outside, and a person walked in.

Seeing this face, many people will subconsciously think of the TV series "The Great Song Dynasty Forensic Examiner".