outside the window.
Chang Yun: "Damn it, did he see it?"
Jiang Lianlian: "I moved quickly, I don't think he saw it."
Jin Xiaochen: "I moved slowly, and I seemed to have caught his eye."
Chang Yun and Jiang Lianlian: "..."
Chang Yun: "Teacher Shen won't call us in!!"
Zhao Dong: "...I don't think Teacher Shen is interested in teaching five more people."
Xue Xiao: "Hey... um!!"
The other four people: ...what are you saying!
Inside the classroom.
Shen Tingyan glanced at the cameraman who was holding the camera steadily and found nothing. Then he glanced out the window, which was completely empty. He was silent for a moment, feeling a little funny.
After a while, the five people outside the window heard the usual scolding sounds in the classroom.
At least for Shen Tingyan, in just three and a half hours, he seemed to have exhausted his entire life's patience.
Can he eat people
It's just that the scolding voice was not as irritable as before, and he was a lot less lazy, which made people feel a little relieved.
It's a pity that Lao Gao has long been desensitized. He still appreciated it at first. Now when he sees this picture again, the first thought that pops up in his mind is -
It was obviously a random action, but it looked as good as a pictorial. If the fans were present at this time, they would probably scream until they fainted.
I had nothing to do but ran over here, and I was so timid. If he found me, I would hide away—
Lao Gao walked in with papers under his arm, saying hello, and turned off several fixed-camera cameras in the classroom. When he turned around, he saw Shen Tingyan leaning on the podium, lowering his head and lighting a cigarette.
Shen Tingyan: "When you told me, you never mentioned that there would be a group of artists who came from a professional background but whose basic abilities are not as good as those of amateurs."
Lao Gao laughed and said: "So unhappy? That's not true. There are a few people in Class C who are actually quite capable. They just didn't perform well in the first round!"
Shen Tingyan penetrated him with his emotionless gaze.
The five people looked at each other, not daring to stick their heads out anymore, and just hid under the window sill and listened.
Lao Gao's desire for survival emerged: "It's not like I didn't tell you when you took this job that you would bring in new people!"
Lao Gao: "Uh, 33.33333%... %"
The never-ending heat was really torturous, and time seemed to pass very slowly.
In summer, cicadas sing.
This guy is absolutely bored to death.
Lao Gao: "."
Shen Tingyan puffed out cigarettes and squinted at him: "How many of you do you have? What proportion of the total fifteen people do you have?"
He is 1.8/9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. When he lowers his head to light a cigarette, his eyelashes are slightly drooped, casting large shadows in his narrow eyes.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, the outdoor light was still bright, and the students and the cameraman exited the classroom one after another.
Lao Gao kept up his efforts: "But you obviously had a lot of fun watching the show two days ago!"
Shen Tingyan killed them with one strike: "If they had cried in front of me just now, I might still be very happy."
Lao Gao: "..."
Devil, who will capture this S-class devil!
Shen Tingyan looked at Lao Gao's crazy expression and sneered, "Watching a show and teaching are two different things."
"Four years of university study has only reached this level. Do you think such people are really stupid? Why should I waste my time teaching them?"
Lao Gao wiped his face, walked over and advised earnestly: "Our program is said to be training and competition, but in the final analysis it is a draft. To find a needle in a haystack, it will definitely take some effort, but if you can really find it, A few needles, ahem, a few pearls, isn’t that still worth it?”
Lao Gao turned his head to look at his friend, bumped him with his elbow, and said with a smile: "Don't you worry about finding people to make movies?"
Shen Tingyan said calmly: "Even if you are really good, you can't play any role. Don't pretend to be stupid with me."
Lao Gao acted cheeky: "Why don't you come here if I'm pretending to be stupid with you? Anyway, you have nothing to do recently, so you just come here to change your mood! It can't be all annoying things, right?"
Shen Tingyan seemed to have thought of something and did not refute this sentence.
He changed the subject directly: "You came to see me for something?"
"Well, the main thing is to come here to see how you are doing as a teacher. I also want to inform you about the recording content in the next few days."
There was nothing wrong with the absence of the four instructors during the preparations for the first round of the competition, but after that, Shen Tingyan and the others' recordings would become intensive.
In addition to the need for them to directly guide some drama groups in the future, the tutor's behind-the-scenes also have to be recorded, and there are a lot of trivial things.
After Lao Gao finished speaking, he noticed Shen Tingyan's expression, and then thought of the air conditioner in Building 3 that had a really weak cooling capacity. He smiled guiltily, reminded him to go back early, and hurried away. Shen Tingyan's physique only causes sweating when it's extremely hot or after exercise.
At times like this, he wasn't sweating at all, and only those familiar with him would tell that he was extremely hot.
He had to drive back to the apartment quickly, but he also had to finish smoking a cigarette, otherwise he would be upset the whole way home.
In the quiet classroom, the evening light slants in, and the smoke lingers in the orange light.
Shen Tingyan was quiet for a while, then stood up and walked to the window.
He originally wanted to open a crack to let some air in, but he didn't expect to notice a stupid hair under the window sill. Shen Tingyan suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Not leaving yet
Chang Yun and the four of them had already slipped away one after another - in the 34-degree high temperature weather, they really couldn't stand the heat.
Xue Xiao was not afraid of the heat, so he was left alone until now without realizing it. He didn't notice when there was silence in the classroom, and he was still reading the notes he had taken while eavesdropping.
Shen Tingyan's teaching style is strict, but as Zhao Dong said, what he teaches are very practical things.
In addition to what type of characters should pay attention to what kind of body posture, in the next nearly three hours, he also talked about how to shape characters from different angles such as habits, small movements, vocalization methods, speaking speed, intonation, etc.
It is true that many film and television dramas now use dubbing, but Xue Xiao believes that actors must not rely on these technologies.
Shen Tingyan has acted in so many movies, and each role gives people a completely different feeling. Each role will shock the audience. This is the sensory impact brought by the powerful and multi-dimensional performance.
is very remarkable.
Xue Xiao wants to be such an actor.
His fingertips ran across the script Fengwei had distributed in the morning, and he tried to read out one of the lines: "So this is how you view me?"
Xue Xiao turned his head and glared at a small wild flower growing wildly by the wall: "So this is how you view me?!"
With a "wow" sound, the sound of the window being pushed open suddenly sounded overhead.
The next second, a familiar voice came down and gave a two-word evaluation without mercy.
"Exaggerated."
Xue Xiao was startled and raised his head in shock.
The man was leaning against the window sill casually, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and the smoke was flowing from his lips.
Putting his palm against his cheek, he tilted his head slightly and looked down at Xue Xiao.
Xue Xiao's ears suddenly became hot: "Shen, Teacher Shen!"
He wanted to get up, but Shen Tingyan said: "Do it again."
Xue Xiao: "..."
Shen Tingyan pointed his slender fingers at the little wild flower beside him, raised his lips, and smiled jokingly: "Come to it."
Xue Xiao: "..."
He slowly looked back at the script in his hand, then slowly raised his head and looked at Shen Tingyan longingly.
Shen Tingyan took a puff of cigarette and waited leisurely, as if he was ready to watch a show.
Xue Xiao's ears became even hotter, so hot that they seemed to bleed.
He swallowed and looked at the innocent little wild flower awkwardly.
After brewing his emotions for a while, he whispered: "...So this is how you view me?"
The little wild flower swayed twice in the hot wind, as if saying mockingly: "Yes, yes!"
The script in Xue Xiao's hand was taken away.
I don't know why, but when Shen Tingyan saw the script full of memorized notes, he wasn't too surprised.
What surprised him was the neat and beautiful font. The person who wrote it must have practiced calligraphy in the past, but now, except for the older generation of artists, few people in the entertainment industry take the time to practice such self-cultivation.
Shen Tingyan glanced at Xue Xiao again, who looked at him anxiously, his eyes gleaming with water, as if he was always so nervous in front of him.
wrong.
When he was on stage, even facing him, this guy had a moment of concentration and calmness.
In that short moment, Shen Tingyan saw some kind of edge revealed from the gap.
He blew out the smoke lightly, scanned the simple script and asked: "Is this the grumpy man you played just now? Do the grumpy men around you usually talk like this?"
Xue Xiao thought for a moment, pursed her lips and shook her head.
"When they quarreled, they spoke as slowly and clearly as you did just now, as if they were performing a drama?"
Xue Xiao suppressed his blush and shook his head.
"How can such a person be so calm at such a time? His attitude is still a little coquettish?"
Jiao…
Xue Xiao blushed and shook his head.
Shen Tingyan put down the script and looked at Xue Xiao again: "You-"
Xue Xiao lowered his head in shame.
In addition to the tips of the ears protruding from the black hair, even the slender and flexible back of the neck was completely red, pink, the same color as peach blossoms.
This guy just squatted there silently and let him criticize him without saying a word. Looking from Shen Tingyan's point of view, he could still see the little baby fat bulging out on his cheeks. He felt inexplicably aggrieved. Feel.
But even the aggrieved baby fat was blushing at the moment.
The hot summer wind blew by, bringing with it an unknown sweet floral fragrance.
The floral fragrance may come from afar, or it may come from the small wild flower leaning against the corner.
Shen Tingyan paused, suddenly not wanting to continue talking.
He chuckled and said, "Xue Xiao."
"Are you so good?"
(End of chapter)