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He Bing took the notebook, looked at its contents, and her eyes showed approval:

"Hey, this was written with a lot of care."

Zhang Qilin's face was full of smiles:

"I'm not sure if I remember it correctly, so I'd like to ask you for guidance."

He Bing looked down and flipped through the pages, occasionally humming in agreement or saying something like "not bad."

"Your observation is quite good," He Bing said, pointing to the section on the couple's tacit understanding in front of the record stall. "You've captured the information conveyed in their eye contact, that subconscious coordination. Very good."

Song Dandan also came over to take a look:

"Wow, you remember it in pretty detail, you even analyzed what the neighbors said in their casual conversations."

"This old man playing chess," He Bing looked up at Zhang Qilin, "you wrote that when he touched his nose, he was fast at first and then slow, and his eyes were secretly glancing at his opponent."

Zhang Qilin nodded.

"Why 'peek'?" He Bing asked. "Not a glance, not a scan, you chose 'peek'."

Zhang Qilin thought for a moment:

"Because his action was a bit hesitant, and it was also a bit of a test. His glance was too light, and his sweep was too fast. He looked at it once, and then quickly looked away."

He Bing nodded in agreement:

"That's right. The difficulty in writing observation notes is not in what you see, but in understanding the meaning behind what he did. Once you understand that moment, you'll understand why he did it."

He Bing closed the notebook and handed it to Zhang Qilin:

"You can find these details in life, which is very helpful for acting. However, just observing is not enough. You have to transform these details into your performance."

Zhang Qilin didn't answer, but wore a fawning smile:

"Teacher He, I'd like to film a short segment about the milk tea guy in the movie. Could you please take a look and point out any shortcomings or areas that need modification?"

He Bing and Song Dandan looked at each other and saw a smile in each other's eyes.

Song Dandan glanced at the clock on the wall; there was still some time before her performance.

He Bing said to Zhang Qilin:

"Perform a short segment according to your understanding first, and let me see."

Zhang Qilin then reenacted the scene.

After the performance, He Bing said:

"Your performance was too formal and purely imitative. You didn't really understand what the milk tea guy was thinking at the time. There were many people queuing in front of the milk tea shop, and he couldn't afford to waste time, otherwise it would cause customer dissatisfaction. He had to resolve the crisis as quickly as possible."

"When the cream smeared out, the customer saw it. At that moment, he bent down to wipe his apron, his eyelids drooping, but his peripheral vision was definitely on the customer's face. He was judging whether this girl was serious or someone who could joke around."

"You're standing far away, so you might not notice these subtle details, but these are precisely the key points. Only by thoroughly understanding these details can you bring a character to life."

He Bing smiled and looked at Song Dandan:

"Of course, comedy is Sister Dan's forte, so I won't presume to teach her. How about Sister Dan says a few words?"

Song Dandan rolled her eyes at He Bing, then turned to look at Zhang Qilin:

"To be a good actor, you need three things: a sense of humor, a sense of rhythm, and explosive power."

"Your witty remarks have rhythm, but they lack the natural humor that comes from everyday life. You need to highlight the quick wit he develops from dealing with different customers every day."

As Song Dandan spoke, she stood up and personally demonstrated.

He Bing continued to fill in the details.

Soon, the two of them had modified a small clip to look quite professional.

At that moment, the stage manager's voice rang out from outside:

"Sister Dan, you have five minutes left before going on stage."

Upon hearing this, Song Dandan quickly walked outside:

"Oh dear, I can't miss the show again this time! If there's anything you don't understand, ask me when I get off the stage!"

Zhang Qilin said to her retreating figure:

"Thank you, Teacher Song."

He Bing also stood up and patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder:

"Practice hard."

Zhang Qilin found a corner and practiced the short passage that the two teachers had helped revise repeatedly.

Back in the courtyard that evening, he practiced his lines for two more hours before going to bed.

The next morning, as soon as he arrived at the rehearsal hall, he handed the audio recording of the lines he had made the night before to Feng Yuanzheng.

Feng Yuanzheng took the USB drive:

I'll listen when I have time.

Throughout the morning, Zhang Qilin practiced the scene at the milk tea shop repeatedly whenever he had a spare moment.

At lunchtime, he sat with Yang Yu:

"Brother Yang, is there a quiet place? I'd like to practice my audition during my lunch break."

Yang Yu patted his chest:

"No problem, I'll find you a place after you finish eating."

After the meal, Yang Yu led him into an empty room.

He sat to the side, watching Zhang Qilin rehearse, occasionally offering a few reminders about things to pay attention to.

Before class in the afternoon, Zhang Qilin asked Yang Yu to cover for him so he could sneak out for his audition.

Yang Yu readily agreed.

14:30.

During the break, under Yang Yu's cover, Zhang Qilin quietly slipped out of the rehearsal hall and headed towards the small theater.

He was extra careful the whole way, afraid of running into a familiar teacher.

Especially if actor Feng Yuanzheng finds out that he secretly auditioned, he'll definitely be in big trouble.

Just as I was about to leave the lobby of the Capital Theatre, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me:

"Zhang Qilin, where are you going?"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Qilin's heart skipped a beat; it was exactly what he feared.

Although he was very anxious inside, he still tried to remain calm and turned around to greet them politely:

"Hello, Teacher Feng. The rehearsal room is a bit stuffy. I'd like to go outside for some fresh air."

"That's perfect," Feng Yuanzheng said, walking towards the gate. "I listened to the audio; there are some issues inside. Let's talk about it outside."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qilin was extremely anxious, but he couldn't say it out loud, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Feng Yuanzheng led Zhang Qilin to a relatively quiet shady spot outside the theater, took out his phone from his pocket, and pulled up the audio file.

Feng Yuanzheng clicked to play, and it was Zhang Qilin reciting his lines.

"These few punctuation marks," Feng Yuanzheng pointed out, "are too rigid. When people are in a hurry or thinking, their language is fluid, and there may even be stuttering and repetition. If you handle them too neatly, they will lack the liveliness of life."

"Yes, Teacher Feng, I understand." Zhang Qilin nodded repeatedly, but his eyes kept glancing at his phone.

Feng Yuanzheng glanced at him and suddenly asked:

Is something on your mind?

Zhang Qilin suddenly realized:

"No, no, it's just... I was afraid of taking up your time."

"Then let's continue with the third paragraph..." Feng Yuanzheng's fingers slid across the screen, his voice calm, yet his explanation was meticulous.

Zhang Qilin listened attentively, but inwardly he was very anxious.

Time was ticking away, and if we didn't leave soon, it would really be too late...

14:50

"Teacher Feng, we've finally found you!"

A voice rang out from the side and behind, interrupting their conversation.

Feng Yuanzheng turned his head and saw Yang Yu rushing towards them.

"What's the matter, Yang Yu?" Feng Yuanzheng asked.

Yang Yu was holding a document in his hand:

"Teacher Feng, this is the teaching schedule for next week. Please take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be changed."

Feng Yuanzheng, without any suspicion, took it and began to read it.

14:52

"Hmm, this arrangement is acceptable," he said, about to hand the documents back to Yang Yu.

Yang Yu then spoke up:

"Professor Feng, there are a few teachers here whose schedules we might need you to coordinate and confirm in advance."

"I'll contact them when I have time," Feng Yuanzheng said, then turned his gaze to Zhang Qilin, preparing to continue his instruction.

"Professor Feng," Yang Yu said with a hint of urgency, "I think you'd better contact them now. These teachers have very full schedules, and if you wait too long, we might not be able to accommodate them."

Feng Yuanzheng paused slightly, shifting his gaze from Zhang Qilin to Yang Yu's face.

suddenly,

He seemed to realize something.

His gaze swept back and forth between the two of them several times.

Finally, the camera focused on Zhang Qilin, a complex expression flashing in its eyes.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"I understand. I'll make the call now," Feng Yuanzheng said to Yang Yu.

Looking at Zhang Qilin again:

"Remember to bring the recordings over every day; I want to see how you're improving."

"Okay, Professor Feng," Zhang Qilin nodded in response.

Feng Yuanzheng turned and walked into the building.

Yang Yu winked at Zhang Qilin and quickly caught up with Feng Yuanzheng.

Zhang Qilin watched the two figures disappear into the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wouldn't have taken such a big risk if it weren't for wanting to unlock the [Open the Altar and Ask for Directions] skill as soon as possible.

Seeing that there were still a few minutes left, Zhang Qilin took off running towards the small theater.