After two consecutive days of high-intensity recording, many people were exhausted. This night, the entire camp became quiet very early.
In a corner of the dormitory corridor, Fan Xue was still on the phone with his agent.
When I first learned about the good thing he had done yesterday, the manager felt numb.
He couldn't figure out where Fan Xue's idea came from, and he couldn't figure out why his artists would act stupidly on a variety show with Shen Tingyan.
That man is famous for not giving anyone face. Whether he does something or not depends on his mood. He does it when he is in a very bad mood, and he also does it when he is in a very good mood...
Fan Xue felt so wronged that he almost cried. He bit his lip and asked: "... How is the fan base doing now?"
The same audience came to watch the performance these two days, and there were at least a hundred of his fans inside.
The manager said dullly: "They didn't disclose the recording content, but a few fans who are usually active in Super Chat want to quit. Now many people are asking what happened."
Brain fans, brains are brains, it all depends on the level of brains. Some people usually wear filters and call Fan Xue's ghostly acting skills god-level acting, but when they see his attitude on stage, they are instantly disillusioned. Yes, running very fast.
Fan Xue panicked: "What should we do?"
When an actor shoots a scene with him, he must be mentally prepared - maybe he will come up and let the filming end and then start from the beginning.
Chang Yun: "What's the point? Maybe the instructor will be able to directly guide the rehearsal of the play starting from the second round. Then maybe I will meet Teacher Shen."
As a director, Feng Wei is not very good at teaching them acting from a detailed perspective.
For example, unlike some directors, he generally shoots in the order of the development of the story, occasionally disrupting the order of the plot and bringing up certain content for filming.
Everyone was so excited that they shouted: "Hello, Director Feng!"
"After all the acting, what's the point of talking about this now? Do you know how depressed I am staying here now? No one cares about me at all now!"
"Okay," the agent took a deep breath and said, "I will communicate with Director Zhang. It is impossible to cut all the parts of Su Shijin and Shen Tingyan. Let's just watch it."
It is difficult to take notes on these contents of Fengwei Sect.
"Do you think your celebrity status is big enough for the program crew to offend these two people completely for you? And cut them all off?" The manager was furious again, "You are afraid of being like this now, why didn't you do it yesterday? Act better? If you don't act badly on purpose, none of these things will happen now!"
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The program group’s class schedule came very quickly.
Xue Xiao sat in the second row and listened very attentively.
When all the thirteen Class A students arrived, at half past eight, Fengwei slowly walked in with a cup of tea and a stack of paper, and greeted them with a smile.
Early the next morning, fifty people got up energetically, washed themselves, and after breakfast, they rushed to the three classrooms in Building 3.
Feng Wei: "This involves an actor's understanding of the main line of the entire story."
"What should I do? I'll ask Xiao Shi to persuade those fans. If they can't be persuaded, just let them go. Otherwise, can we still tie them down?"
During the two days of rehearsals for the play, everyone was tense, physically and mentally tired.
Gu Ling was not too involved in this topic and kept lying on the bed playing mobile games. After they finished chatting, he said to Xue Xiao: "Go to class together tomorrow?"
But the days of pure class are much easier.
"Yeah, okay, Brother Zhao will come with us tomorrow."
"What about Xue Xiao and the others?"
After hanging up the phone, Fan Xue returned to the dormitory in a daze.
The first class of Class A that Xue Xiao, Zhao Dong and Gu Ling rushed to was scheduled in 501.
Xue Xiao was a little embarrassed.
Classes B and A are slightly more advanced and can cover more in-depth issues, so screenwriter Su Shijin and director Feng Wei take more courses.
Fan Xue was almost bored to death. He messed up his hair and asked, "What did Director Zhang say? Can it be cut? Can you cut out all the words Su Shijin and Shen Tingyan said yesterday?"
This night, Fan Xue had no sleep all night.
Everyone laughed and looked at him seriously.
Xue Xiao felt it made sense and nodded.
"You can cut it how you want, but after you've gone through it like this, it's hard to say what the final effect will be. I can only do my best."
The other three people in the dormitory had already laid down, and they didn't know whether they were really asleep or didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
"Still unable to contact Mr. Lu?" Fan Xue gnawed his nails anxiously.
The total number of courses in the three ABC classes is similar, but the content is slightly different. For example, Class C, which has the worst foundation, naturally has to start from the basics. Two instructors, Shen Tingyan and Guan Ruoying, who are actors, teach more courses.
"… All right."
The manager swore a curse word and the words "you deserve it" were so irritating that Fan Xue almost yelled on the spot.
Zhao Dong laughed when he heard this little sigh and teased: "Why, do you envy Teacher Shen in Class C for having so many classes?"
What he came up to talk about was how he made movies.
Xue Xiao sighed.
"Actors often go crazy when I work here. Sometimes I see that the moonlight is beautiful today, which is perfect for filming the scene about the tide, but the actors were filming happy scenes ten minutes ago, and now I just want to make them miserable. Some of the younger actors said they couldn't express their sadness and asked me, Director Feng, with a sad face. "Feng Wei spread his hands.
"Hello, hello," Fengwei said after sitting down, "I have no experience teaching serious lessons, and I don't know how to do PPT. Let's just chat like this. Everyone, please relax. If you have any questions during the process, feel free to ask. Hand asked.
The shooting order is often very messy, it depends on what part of the plot he thinks is suitable for shooting at which time.
"Um."
He stepped on the crossbar of the chair and stool, wrapped his arms around his legs, and hugged them without blinking.
I heard Feng Wei say that an actor once ran out of the set to find a deserted corner to vent his anger in order to forcefully change his mood. It turned out that the room next door that looked like an abandoned woodshed was actually a poorly constructed toilet, and someone was inside. In the toilet, I was so frightened that I ran out without lifting my pants.
Xue Xiao was stunned and followed a group of students dumbfounded.
Feng Wei also said that there are actors who can change from smiling happily to crying sadly in just one second. They cry sincerely and without any falsehood, which is very impressive.
Xue Xiao imagined it and felt that he was still far from being able to do this.
Fengwei taught them how to refine the main line and theme of a story, how to combine characters and stories to understand them, and how to switch freely between plots.
He handed out a simple little script to thirteen people—the same stack of paper he brought into the classroom.
The script is very simple, just ten pages and three characters.
He first explained the simple plot to everyone, and then asked Zhao Dong, Gu Ling and Dou Mingjian to play three roles respectively. Let them play the beginning first, and then let them play the ending directly.
In just a few minutes of plot, the emotional difference from beginning to end is huge.
Gu Ling and Dou Mingjian performed well, but Zhao Dong encountered some minor problems.
Fengwei nodded and said, "Look, your understanding of this story and your character is a little skewed."
He explained it to Zhao Dong again, and Zhao Dong finally knew where his problem was and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Director Feng!"
After dealing with Zhao Dong, Feng Wei suddenly said to Gu Ling: "You are really good at acting. Since you have participated in this show, do you mean you have made up your mind to stay in this industry?"
Gu Ling was slightly stunned and replied calmly: "It depends on the situation. I am interested in acting, but I have to read the script. If there is a good script, I will act." Feng Wei smiled: "Hey, it's quite picky. Then you can play my role. Don’t you like it?”
Immediately, the entire classroom took a breath.
Is Fengwei sending out an invitation
Is he inviting Gu to lead his play? !
How many popular artists in the industry don't get such an opportunity, but Gu Ling, an amateur who just entered the industry? !
Many people showed shock and envy. Xue Xiao calmed down after being surprised.
He had to admit that he felt a little jealous yesterday.
It's really amazing. Xue Xiao once thought that he would not be envious of anyone, because he understood early on that no matter what field he was in, there would be people who were far superior to him. Jealousy is the most useless emotion, and studying hard is the right attitude. .
But yesterday, he was jealous of Gu Ling.
I can't say why, maybe it's because it was the first time I really faced the talent gap and was shocked by its overwhelming height, or maybe it was because of the look in Shen Tingyan's eyes at that time...
However, when he closed his eyes and reviewed Gu Ling's performance over and over again, those slight emotional ups and downs were smoothed away.
There's nothing good to say, it's just awesome.
The jealousy was gone, the envy was gone, and there was only a loss left. But this loss later disappeared because of that little badge.
At this moment, Xue Xiao just felt that he was worthy of Gu Ling. If this guy had entered the industry earlier, he might have become very popular by now.
You need to be capable and capable, and you need to have good looks.
Gu Ling was not very excited when he heard Feng Wei's words. He said calmly: "You still have to read the script to know."
Everyone pinched Renzhong together - holy shit, this kid is so cool! How dare you take Qiao in front of Feng Wei!
Director Feng laughed loudly and said, "To be an actor, you need to have this kind of concentration, which is quite good."
This invitation has no further meaning.
Class A only lasts for one morning, and you can have free time in the afternoon.
Xue Xiao originally wanted to practice the script given by Feng Wei with Zhao Dong and others, but when he was eating lunch, he suddenly remembered—there are classes in Class C in the afternoon! Shen Tingyan wants to teach them a lesson!
As soon as they heard that Xue Xiao planned to steal his master, Zhao Dong, Chang Yun, Jiang Lianlian and Jin Xiaochen immediately gave up their mobile games, TV series, naps and other leisure and entertainment activities, and the five of them ran back to Building 3.
The afternoon class of Class C was in 104. Xue Xiao led all the members to sneak out of the window of 104.
The classroom windows were closed, but they could still clearly hear the unceremonious scolding coming from inside.
"Are you playing a handsome man in a costume idol drama? With your back hunched like this, tell me what's so beautiful about you, or do you think it's cool to be like this?"
"Yeah, sorry!"
"And you, have you ever looked at your manners in the mirror? Did you practice like this blindly in school before?"
"I'm sorry, Teacher Shen, ugh!"
"You can't turn into a mirror even if you yell at me. Turn left. If you see the reflective window over there, practice facing that way."
"yes!"
Outside the window, five people were squatting with their backs against the wall: "..."
Jiang Lianlian patted her chest: "The atmosphere here is too scary."
Chang Yun broke out in a cold sweat: "Damn, it's a good thing I didn't fall to Class C. My mental quality is not very good!"
Jin Xiaochen: "I'm so scared. I feel like peeing now."
The remaining four people: "..."
Zhao Dong: "Well, Teacher Shen is very strict, but he does teach some basic and practical things."
Xue Xiao: "Yeah!!"
The other four: You just know "Yeah"!
In Classroom 104, Shen Tingyan was extremely irritable.
He sat by the podium with a cold face, his legs crossed, and in his hand was a rolled-up lesson plan - carefully made by his agent Fang Lei - his posture was very elegant, his aura was very scary, and none of the 15 Class C students dared Fishing is all about practicing basic body shapes.
Fan Xue in the corner glanced at Shen Tingyan several times and did several rounds of mental construction.
He felt that he should improve his image in Shen Tingyan's mind, so he took a deep breath, plucked up the courage, pretended to be studious and leaned over to ask: "Teacher Shen, you want me to practice." In the bedroom, he suddenly heard something coming from upstairs. "Singing, do you think I'm doing this right?"
Fan Xue sat on the stool solemnly, pretending to read a book, and suddenly raised his eyes and brought his ears close to Shen Tingyan.
Shen Tingyan asked him coldly, "Do your family members know that you are doing this at home?"
Fan Xue froze: "Huh?"
"The singing is coming from upstairs. What are you looking at to the right?"
Fan Xue: "Uh..."
Just now there was a person on the right who hit the wall while walking.
Shen Tingyan sneered: "Fan Xue, do you know what you are practicing?"
Fan Xue was confused.
"Everyone else is practicing body shape and posture, but you are the only one. I asked you to practice the more basic 'concentration'. Do you know why?"
Shen Tingyan's voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, and the fifteen people in the entire classroom could hear it.
Fan Xue suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, but he could no longer stop Shen Tingyan from finishing the rest of his words.
Shen Tingyan said with a smile but not a smile: "Because a stage as big as this two days ago couldn't keep you focused, but you still have the mind to do some clever things. At this moment, the other fourteen people know that they are far from being able to hand in their homework. , are still practicing seriously, but you only came to me after practicing for ten minutes and asked me to see if you can perform well. "
"You don't know whether your acting is good or not?"
Fan Xue: "..."
The other fourteen people: Help, there are people here who are carrying bombs and throwing them at themselves. If you are going to die, can you stay away from them
Fan Xue slipped back to the corner in disgrace.
Shen Tingyan changed his sitting position and his expression became colder.
He hates summer.
Every time summer comes, his patience plummets as long as he stays in a place with insufficient air conditioning for more than an hour.
Unfortunately, the air-conditioning capacity of all the classrooms in Building 3 is rubbish.
Shen Tingyan felt like there were a few ants crawling in his blood vessels. They crawled slowly but kept crawling. Looking at the students who couldn't even straighten their backs, those ants became There were dozens of ants, rustling, rustling.
Tsk.
Shen Tingyan pulled off his collar and turned to look out the window in frustration.
With a bang, the five little heads shrank quickly under the window, among which a small light bulb shrank the fastest.
Shen Tingyan: "..."
I almost thought I was dazzled by the heat.
(End of chapter)