Huayu: Reborn in 97, transferring to the Central Academy of Drama's star-studded class

The second class is about to begin.

Dang Hao first ran to the rehearsal room they usually used in the performance building, turned on the light, and the dark room was finally lit.

There are no windows here, but because there are three mirrors, the light is still quite bright.

As for the taste, I won't go into details.

The other students from Class 96 gradually arrived here in twos and threes.

Zeng Lai jogged to catch up with Zhang Ziyi.

"Ziyi, I was wrong, I was wrong. I called you, but you just couldn't wake up." The beautiful Zeng hugged Zhang Ziyi's arm and acted coquettishly, feeling wronged.

"So you're just going to abandon me like this? And you call yourselves best friends!" Zhang Ziyi pulled her arm away and shuffled forward.

Zeng Lai's big eyes darted around, and then she smiled and chased after him.

"How about this, I'll treat you to candied hawthorns! How about it?"

When the topic of food came up, Zhang Ziyi paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said awkwardly:

"That won't do, you need two!"

"Okay, so you forgive me."

Zeng Lai smiled and put her arm around Zhang Ziyi's arm again. The two girls became like sisters and walked into the classroom laughing and joking.

Liu Ye and Qin Hao, who were not far away, exchanged a glance and rubbed their arms in unison.

The school bell rang.

The men and women who were stretching and warming up quickly sat down on a row of chairs by the wall, sitting upright and behaving very well.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar sound of high heels clicking on the floor entered the classroom.

It's Chang Li, the Great Demon King!

But why is there a strange man following the Great Demon King?

The students began to whisper among themselves, discussing who this person was, but Zhang Ziyi was taken aback.

Is it him?

"Quiet!"

Teacher Chang Li walked to the table, put down her water glass, and then slammed the book heavily onto the table.

"It's the first day of school, and someone dares to be late! Zhang Ziyi! Stand up!"

Zhang Ziyi shuddered, stood up shakily, and bowed her head deeply.

"Don't think I don't know what you guys did just because I didn't check last class! You dare to be late on the first day? Give it two more days, are you going to cause trouble? If you don't want to learn, get out of here!"

The voice was powerful and resonant, making the future big stars below sound like their grandsons, and even Jiang Lai next to him was startled.

Looking at the students below, who were like little quails, Teacher Chang Li nodded in satisfaction, and then pulled a letter out of her book.

"Our Central Academy of Drama has strict rules: freshmen and sophomores are not allowed to take on acting roles! Okay, let's relax the rules a bit, as long as you don't take up study time to film, that's fine, but Mei Ting!"

Teacher Chang Li slammed the letter on the table with a loud thud, her face full of heartache.

"You think handing in a withdrawal letter to the school is enough? What kind of place do you take the school for?!"

As she spoke, Teacher Chang Li slammed her hand on the table again, panting heavily, her eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.

The crowd below dared not utter a sound, clearly knowing what was going on.

Seeing this, Jiang Lai quickly went over and patted the other person's back to help them catch their breath, and then unscrewed the water cup and handed it to them.

The old lady's expression softened considerably. She patted Jiang Lai's hand with relief, took the water glass, drank a few sips, then sighed softly, her voice lowering:

"My children, I'm truly afraid you'll ruin yourselves. Even the most talented actor will become just another face in the crowd if they don't keep learning and improving. You're still in the foundation-building stage, so you must work hard and, more importantly, resist any utilitarian motives!"

The old lady regained her kind demeanor and spoke earnestly.

"Come on, let me introduce you to everyone. This is our new classmate. Please introduce yourself."

Stopping talking about unpleasant things, the old lady turned to Jiang Lai and nodded, wanting to see if the young man would get stage fright.

Jiang Lai stepped forward confidently, glanced around, and spoke calmly:

"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Lai, Jiang as in Yangtze River, and Lai as in coming and going. I was born in 77. I hope to get along well with my classmates and make progress together."

After speaking, he calmly bowed.

The old lady nodded, her voice steady and natural, neither pretentious nor affected, which was good, considering that most ordinary people feel awkward speaking in front of a large crowd.

At this moment, some people below started whispering and discussing the new classmates.

Some people curled their lip in disdain, clearly understanding how this person had gotten in.

Our atmosphere-building group leader, Liu Ye, glanced at the students, grinned broadly, and led the applause with a loud shout:

"Welcome Jiang to our big family!"

"Pat pa pa pa pa"

The other students also joined in with enthusiastic applause.

"Find an empty seat and watch the lesson first," the old lady nodded gently to Jiang Lai.

"Okay, teacher."

Jiang Lai responded with a smile, looked at the empty seats below, thought for a moment, and walked over to Liu Ye.

Liu Ye watched as Jiang Lai sat down next to him, and in a very familiar manner, put his arm around the other's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother, you're this one!"

Jiang Lai scratched his head in confusion and asked, "How did I end up with this?"

Liu Ye glanced at the big demon king in front of him, then turned his head and said:

"I've only ever seen people get expelled or dropped out of school. You're the first one who jumped into the fire on their own."

Liu Ye nodded with admiration and gave Jiang Lai a thumbs up again, leaving Jiang Lai both amused and exasperated.

"Cough cough."

Teacher Chang Li cleared her throat and her expression turned serious.

"Zhang Ziyi, sit down. If you're late again, your homework will double!"

"oh."

Zhang Ziyi grunted and sat down with a pout, while Zeng Lai next to him held her hand with an embarrassed look.

"The homework I assigned you before the holiday was to write an observation journal during the holiday. Hand it in now, and then you will all start acting it out in a bit."

An observation journal involves observing a passerby for an extended period of time, recording their actions, expressions, and words, and then recreating them in a performance.

One by one, the students handed in their homework, and Teacher Chang Li randomly selected one.

The person who drew the lottery is named Chen Minghao.

A young man stood up and acted as a sanitation worker sweeping snow, pretending to be sweeping with a large broom, occasionally tugging at a mask that wasn't actually on his face, and stopping to support his back.

Actually, Jiang Lai couldn't quite figure out what he was acting out, since it was a performance without props. It wasn't until Teacher Chang Li commented on the end that he realized it was a sanitation worker sweeping snow.

But he still watched with great interest, especially when Teacher Chang Li gave her comments.

Why is there a difference between shoveling snow and shoveling regular trash? Shoveling snow isn't something you can just do in one go. You need to consider whether the ground is covered in snow or just the first snowfall, whether there's ice, and whether de-icing agents have been used.

Pulling down your mask is because you're afraid of the cold, but is this the only action you can take to avoid feeling cold?

Whether he was tired from sweeping for a long time or had a problem with his back, he didn't show any of these things; it was all just a superficial performance.

One by one, people went up to perform, and Teacher Chang Li gave comments on each one.

Liu Ye plays a migrant worker rushing home by train. Migrant workers don't walk so lightly; shouldn't there be a slight dragging of their feet on the ground? Carrying a year's wages home, shouldn't their eyes be shifty and wary as they carry a large sum of money?

There are also some who take a shortcut. Hu Jing plays a sales clerk at a counter. The whole thing is just numbly picking up goods and collecting money. The teacher said that the numbness is there, but is there a kind of suppressed irritability under this numbness? Will the tone of voice change? Will the volume of voice rise?

The students reflected on what they had observed and compared it with the teacher's comments, gaining much insight.

Jiang Lai was deeply shocked as he watched all of this.

What is a performance?

The Stanislavski system states: performance is action.

It is when performers use their bodies, emotions, and imagination to live and act realistically in fictional situations; this is generally known as the experiential approach.

Another approach, known as the Method School, is derived from the Stanislavski system and emphasizes emotional substitution, using the performer's own emotional memories to replace or fill in the emotions of the character being portrayed.

In addition, there are many other performance styles.

All of these things ultimately aim to make the characters more realistic and to move the audience.

The students' brief performance opened a door for Jiang Lai. He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his chest with his hand.

That place that has been silent for so long.

It's thumping.