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

6:30

Rehearsal room.

Zhang Qilin handed over yesterday's practice recording to Feng Yuanzheng.

Feng Yuanzheng took the equipment, looked at him, and said:

"You've made significant progress recently and have mastered the technique of using breath to produce sound. But don't be complacent. There's still a long way to go before you can land a role with lines in a grand theater."

Zhang Qilin expressed his sincere opinion as follows:

"Thanks to your guidance, I will continue to work hard in the future."

Feng Yuanzheng raised his hand and pressed on Zhang Qilin's abdomen, then pulled him to the center.

He clapped his hands, drawing the attention of all the interns.

"Everyone come and see, this is what the abdomen should look like when practicing vocalization with the correct breath control."

As he spoke, he lifted the corner of Zhang Qilin's shirt over his abdomen.

His six-pack abs were clearly defined and rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

The original owner was a singer and dancer, so she already maintained a good figure.

Zhang Qilin's practice over this period has also made his lines more defined.

Feng Yuanzheng's original intention was to use him to inspire other students, and Zhang Qilin was happy to cooperate.

The crowd gathered around.

I saw Zhang Qilin's abs.

A collective gasp filled the air.

Several girls avoided eye contact but couldn't help stealing glances.

The boys stared intently, some unconsciously tightening their stomachs, their eyes filled with guilt.

"You all came in at the same time," Feng Yuanzheng said to everyone. "Look at Zhang Qilin, he practices for several hours every day to get a role with lines as soon as possible. What about you?"

Looking at Zhang Qilin's abs, some people seemed lost in thought, some blushed, some silently lowered their heads, and some looked on with admiration...

Only Li Wei dared to look at Feng Yuanzheng:

"Teacher, can I try it out and see how it feels?"

"Want to try it out? Sure," Feng Yuanzheng said, looking at Zhang Qilin. "You make a long sound so she can feel the state of her abdomen when she's supporting her breath."

Zhang Qilin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a steady, long breath.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah"

His abdominal muscles tightened and sank noticeably with the sound, then maintained a steady, slight tremor as his breath continued.

Li Wei gently placed her palm on it, her eyes wide open:

"It really... is moving, and it's so hard."

Several boys subconsciously touched their soft, sagging bellies.

The girls' eyes lit up, and some secretly swallowed.

Feng Yuanzheng pointed to Zhang Qilin's abdomen:

"If you want to have a stable voice and lasting stamina on stage, you have to work hard."

Everyone nodded unconsciously.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Feng Yuanzheng waved for everyone to disperse and continue practicing.

After everyone dispersed, Zhang Qilin whispered to Feng Yuanzheng:

"Teacher, could I leave a little earlier this afternoon? I'd like to have a little more time."

Rehearsals for "The Grand Hotel Suite" begin today, and even though he can't participate in the entire afternoon performance, he doesn't want to miss it completely.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have had a chance to compete for a role.

Feng Yuanzheng was taken aback, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

A moment later, a sentence emerged:

Aren't you tired?

Zhang Qilin's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly recovered:

"Teacher, I'm still young. As long as I can get on stage sooner, a little tiredness is nothing."

Feng Yuanzheng sighed softly to himself.

"You can leave an hour earlier, but remember, don't miss the basic training."

"Thank you, teacher," Zhang Qilin said gratefully.

Feng Yuanzheng didn't say anything more, and walked to the center to gather everyone to continue practicing.

At 3:30 p.m., under Yang Yu's cover, Zhang Qilin quietly left the rehearsal room and walked quickly toward the small theater.

Although Teacher Feng allowed him to leave an hour early, he felt that being half an hour earlier would allow him to learn more.

Inside the theater, the stage lights focused on a scene set up like a hotel suite living room.

Director Gu Wei is leading the actors through the rehearsals.

Seeing Zhang Qilin enter, he gestured for him to join in as soon as possible, and then they continued rehearsing.

Director Gu Wei's requirements are so strict as to be almost picky; everything from lines to blocking must be precise.

Even as background extras, it's not enough for them to just stand there.

Guwei required them to live in the hotel's specific atmosphere at all times.

Zhang Qilin carefully observed how experienced actors filled in the gaps in the performance and silently memorized the lessons.

Chen Xu, who plays the groom, has memorized his lines perfectly and delivers the emotional moments accurately.

But as Zhang Qilin felt during the reading, his performance always carried a sense of "I am acting".

When his wife questioned him tearfully, Chen Xu's anger and explanations seemed overly formal.

It was like a carefully designed reaction, lacking the instinctive, mixed feeling of grievance, anger, and panicked eagerness to prove oneself that comes when one is doubted by their closest loved ones.

Director Gu Wei called for a halt to filming an unusually large number of times during the third act.

"Chen Xu, are you playing the role of a wronged husband, or are you becoming him?"

Gu Wei once pointed it out directly, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the entire rehearsal hall:

"Your current state is like performing a set of movements. What I want to see is the human reaction, not the actor's design."

Chen Xu's face flushed red, and he nodded repeatedly, taking a deep breath to start over.

However, after several attempts, the results were minimal.

The traces of meticulous rehearsal seemed to have been etched into his muscle memory.

After the rehearsal, Zhang Qilin returned to the courtyard.

After practicing his lines for three hours, he began to think about the groom's role.

He tried to stop thinking about how to play the role of a husband.

Instead, it's about experiencing the helplessness and struggle of an ordinary, perhaps somewhat careless, but deeply loving young man when faced with a sudden collapse of trust.

His tone became more urgent and clumsy, and he would occasionally fail to express himself clearly when trying to defend himself. In the moment his wife shed tears, his anger would be suddenly interrupted by heartache, turning into a clumsy attempt to comfort her.

……

He still submits three hours of recorded lines to Feng Yuanzheng every day.

At first, he was a little uneasy, thinking that the teacher would ask why the duration had not been increased.

He used extra practice as an excuse to leave early.

However, Professor Feng Yuanzheng never mentioned it.

This kind of life lasted for more than ten days.

During this period, despite director Gu Wei's constant corrections, Chen Xu's portrayal of the groom still failed to completely satisfy him.

He felt confident in his ability to replace Chen Xu in the role of the groom.

But he didn't show any sign of it during the rehearsals for "The Grand Hotel Suite".

He was only participating in the rehearsals secretly. If he reveals his intention to play the groom, his secret participation in the rehearsals will become known to everyone.

In that case, both those who helped him cover it up and those who pretended not to know would be forced to make a statement.

The main reason he didn't show it was that "The Grand Hotel Suite" would be undergoing an internal review in a few days.

At the Beijing People's Art Theatre, there is a rigorous procedure for staging plays.

After rehearsals are completed, they need to be evaluated by the college leadership, the arts committee, and some experts.

Adjust details based on feedback to ensure artistic quality.

Plays that have not been internally approved will not be shown directly to the public.

After more than twenty days of extra training, during the morning break, Feng Yuanzheng called Zhang Qilin to his office.

He looked at the students in front of him with satisfaction:

"Very good. I can't find any obvious mistakes in your lines practice these past two days. But don't be complacent, keep up the good work."

"Teacher, can I have lines in the theater now?" Zhang Qilin asked cautiously, observing Feng Yuanzheng's expression.

Feng Yuanzheng did not answer immediately; he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"I will do my best to help you get it."

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Go back to class."

Zhang Qilin returned to the rehearsal hall and pulled Yang Yu to a corner:

"Brother Yang, do you know who's involved in the internal review of 'The Grand Hotel Suite'?"

Yang Yu was taken aback upon hearing this. Although he didn't know why Zhang Qilin was asking this, he still replied:

I'll get it for you tomorrow.

The next day, Zhang Qilin looked at the list and his expression became very serious.

What was originally a 60-70% chance of success has now dwindled to only 50%.

He cannot sit idly by and wait for his death.

After a moment of contemplation, he found Yang Yu:

"Brother Yang, do you know when Teacher Song is at the Beijing People's Art Theatre these days?"