"How about it on the crew?" The day after returning to school, Zhang Yuanjun found Mr. Wang Jinsong to cancel the leave and the teacher asked him.

"It's okay, it's quite fun. It turns out that the acting is like this." Zhang Yuanjun replied.

Over the years, Wang Jinsong has asked countless students the same question, but Zhang Yuanjun is the only one who says filming is fun.

Teacher Wang was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer. He could only say: "It seems that you are quite confident. Being confident is a good thing. Will you go back to class in the afternoon or tomorrow?"

"It's afternoon, I'm fine, I've been delaying too many classes, so I have to make up for it."

Wang Jinsong was very happy that Zhang Yuanjun could say that.

The sophomore year is almost over, and the students in the performance department are already wild, and few people can calm down and come to class.

"Okay, you can have a good class later."

"Teacher Wang, I'll give you this." Zhang Yuanjun put a handful of purple clay teapots on the table.

Yixing purple clay teapot is well-known both at home and abroad, and Zhang Yuanjun bought a handful for the teacher to serve as a souvenir.

"I'm interested." The pot in front of me has an average shape and can be clearly seen as an assembly line product, but after all, it was the student's intention, so Wang Jinsong accepted it.

"Teacher," Zhang Yuanjun said with the opportunity, "I heard that Zhang Jizhong is choosing a role..."

Before Zhang Yuanjun finished speaking, Wang Jinsong smiled and said, "I just said you don't have anything to hold back when giving gifts. I really can't help you with this, so you'd better go to class steadily."

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said, "If you can't help, you can't help. Why are you still anxious? This old man?"

When Wang Jinsong was about to stand up and stare, Zhang Yuanjun quickly said goodbye: "You are busy, I'm leaving, and I'll go back to class on time in the afternoon!"

Zhang Yuanjun moved his bags of luggage back to school.

"No," Zhang Laosan said nothing when he came back, "My buddy has all come back after playing the protagonist, have you not received the show yet?"

Isn't that the people in the dormitory are all there.

"How did you guys get through?"

"Get out!" Lu Fang cursed, "You are so mean, you will be beaten to death sooner or later."

While packing up, Zhang Yuanjun asked, "What class is in the afternoon?"

"script."

Zhang Yuanjun seemed to have not heard it, and after packing up, he called out, "Can you go take a shower?"

"Who will take a shower with you at noon?"

"Brewing, steaming, take-out massage, one-stop service, I'll invite you!"

"Boss is so arrogant!" Everyone started to clean up their clothes without any politeness.

The group of four walked out of the school with their bags on their backs.

The school also has a bathhouse, but the service is definitely not as good as the bath center outside.

Zhang Yuanjun, a southerner, spent a long time adapting to the bathhouse in the north. After getting used to it, he fell in love with this way of bathing.

Now in June, the weather has started to get hot, but everyone still took a good shower.

The four of them were soaking in the same pool. Zhang Yuanjun heard his roommates telling about what happened to the school during this period of time; the three also heard Zhang Yuanjun talk about the interesting things that happened to the crew of "The World No. 1".

"Huang Shengyi and I are not in the same group, so we rarely meet." The roommates asked him about this senior sister "Star Girl".

"The school says he's getting to the big boss, is that true?"

"How could I go?" Zhang Yuanjun really didn't know, "She has finished the filming long ago, haven't returned to school?"

"We minions, where can we see her?"

"It's so sour," Zhang Yuanjun's face covered with a towel, "You are just jealous of others' good grades."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"To be honest, it was a bit too early." It was normal for Zhou Xingchi to sign up for "Kung Fu" to envy others for this achievement.

"But, I feel that Huang Shengyi can't do it long in Zhou Xingchi's hands. Sooner or later, the two of them turn against each other."

“How to say it?”

"Where can there be a complete egg under the collapse of the nest? Zhou Xingchi is not spared against the backdrop of the decline of the Hong Kong Circle. Signing Hong Kong Island at this time, entering the Hong Kong Circle is like joining the national army in 1949."

The decline of the Hong Kong circle is a consensus, but many people think that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Isn’t the mainland market still unfolding, and there are still many people willing to enter the Hong Kong circle.

"Zhou Xingchi is a famous drama tycoon. His movies have only one protagonist, which is himself. He can't make a name for himself."

"If you don't sign Zhou Xingchi, you won't have any good resources to sign in the mainland." That's true. Now good resources are monopolized by several major directors and companies. There are not many people who can make money in the film market, let alone make money.

"There are definitely still resources in Hong Kong, but we can't get them in the past. The mute girl Huang Shengyi is probably the best role that a mainland actor can get in Hong Kong in the past two years.

"The market is not good now, so let's wait. After these years, when the environment improves, there will definitely be a scene to shoot." After Zhang Yuanjun said that, he called the bath scrubber and went to enjoy it.

"Master, please be gentle, I've been injured before."

After more than an hour of washing, the four of them walked out of the bath center easily and found a restaurant to have dinner.

"I have invited you to take a shower. You have to treat me to the meal, so don't you welcome me?" Zhang Yuanjun had a meal.

After dinner, the group walked back.

"Liu Songren is very good, and he speaks Mandarin well..." Zhang Yuanjun said as he pushed open the door and went in, "Why are you here?"

Who else can it be? Liu Yifei.

She returned to school to finish the business a week earlier than Zhang Yuanjun.

"Get up and open, don't sit on my bed." Zhang Yuanjun rushed her to the chair, "I have to give advice to the dormitory manager, how can I let the girl in casually?"

"How did you come in?" Zhu Yawen asked Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei sat upside down on the chair, put her hand on the backrest, and said, "I said I would come in and look for someone, and then my aunt let me in."

"It's that simple?"

“It’s that simple.”

"Then I went to the female dormitory last month and asked to find someone, why didn't the aunt there let me in?" Zhu Yawen said.

"Who knows if you're really looking for someone?"

"What are you here to do?" Zhang Yuanjun asked.

"Where is my stuff?" Liu Yifei stretched out her hand.

"What?"

"What about the words you promised to write for me?"

Zhang Yuanjun had previously promised Liu Yifei to copy her a copy of "Lanting Preface".

Zhang Yuanjun did not forget and took out the paper tube from the cabinet: "Take it, just write it and don't mount it. Remember to return the paper tube to me tomorrow."

Liu Yifei opened the paper tube, took out the text and spread it out: "It's so beautiful."

"Can you understand you?"

"Why can't I understand it? Isn't it the best running script in the world? Look at this stroke, this stroke, and this hook."

"Then you comment on this character," said Zhang Yuanjun.

"this……"

Liu Yifei was speechless, so she suddenly read some popular science materials about calligraphy, and she would definitely not be able to pass the test with Zhang Yuanjun.

"It's all right anyway." Liu Yifei didn't want to say, "You are so boring."

"Will you leave after taking the word?" Zhang Yuanjun issued an order to expel the guest.

"In the afternoon script lesson, where can I go when I leave? Sit here for a while and go to class later." Liu Yifei even brought the book.

"If your mother wants to know that you are sitting in the boy's dormitory like this, she will scold you."

"Impossible, my mother is so kind to me that she won't scold me. Now that I'm in get out of class, she doesn't care about me anymore."

"It's 17, I'm still watching it in and out of class?" Zhu Yawen said with a smile.

After chatting for a few words, he saw that Zhang Yuanjun didn't say anything. He was cramming and reading the script he was going to talk about in the afternoon.

Thanks to his calligraphy learning, Zhang Yuanjun has a solid foundation in literature and history.

He can understand the text quickly and accurately.

This advantage is particularly prominent in the script lessons of the sophomore year.

To be honest, seven out of ten of these art students are poor students, and the combined high school Chinese and history exams are no more than 120 points. Many of them have poor text comprehension skills.

Here we will criticize Liu Yifei by name.

Sometimes Zhang Yuanjun suspects that her mind is different from others.

Her brain circuit is very strange, and her understanding of a text will be deviated in details.

Through the text, she sometimes cannot grasp or misleads the character's psychology and emotional changes logic.

This will lead to her misrepresentation and the audience will question her performance.

Original Time and Space Liu Yifei had this problem in acting before she was 30 years old.

Zhang Yuanjun was reading books silently until before class in the afternoon, everyone went to the classroom together.
Chapter completed!