"How was it on the set?" On the second day after returning to school, Zhang Yuanjun went to teacher Wang Jinsong to cancel his leave, and the teacher asked him.
"It's okay, it's quite fun, that's what acting is like." Zhang Yuanjun replied.
Over the years, Wang Jinsong asked countless students the same question, but Zhang Yuanjun was the only one who said filming was fun.
Teacher Wang was at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond. He could only say: "You seem quite confident. Confidence is a good thing. Should we go back to class in the afternoon or tomorrow?"
"Let's go in the afternoon. I have nothing to do. I missed too many classes and I have to make up for it quickly."
Wang Jinsong was very happy that Zhang Yuanjun could say this.
The sophomore year is almost over, and the students in the performance department have already become wild. Very few of them can calm down and come to class.
"Okay, you can go to class later."
"Teacher Wang, this is for you." Zhang Yuanjun put a purple clay pot on the table.
Yixing purple clay teapots are famous both at home and abroad. Zhang Yuanjun bought one as a souvenir for his teacher.
"I'm interested." The pot in front of him has an ordinary shape, and it can be clearly seen that it is an assembly line product, but after all, it is the student's heart, so Wang Jinsong accepted it.
"Teacher," Zhang Yuanjun said as he saw the teacher accepting the gift, "I heard that Zhang Jizhong is choosing a role..."
Before Zhang Yuanjun could finish speaking, Wang Jinsong smiled and said, "I'm just saying that you didn't hold back on giving gifts. I really can't help you with this. You'd better go to class in a down-to-earth manner."
Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "If you can't help, then you can't help. Why are you so anxious, old man?"
Just when Wang Jinsong was about to raise his eyebrows and glare, Zhang Yuanjun hurriedly said goodbye: "You're busy, I'm leaving. I'll go back to class on time in the afternoon!"
Zhang Yuanjun moved his large and small luggage back to school.
"No," Zhang Laosan said nothing nice as soon as he came back, "My brothers have all come back from playing the leading role, but you haven't received the role yet?"
Isn't it? Not a single person in the dormitory was left behind.
"How did you get along?"
"Get out of here!" Lu Fang cursed, "If you talk so cheaply, you will be beaten to death sooner or later."
Zhang Yuanjun was tidying up and asked, "What class will you have this afternoon?"
"script."
Zhang Yuanjun seemed not to have heard anything, and after finishing cleaning up, he said, "Would you like to take a shower?"
"Who can take a bath with you at noon?"
"Brewing, steaming and massage, take away massage, one-stop service, I'll take it!"
"Boss is awesome!" Everyone was not polite at all and began to pack their clothes.
A group of four people each carried their bags and walked outside the school.
The school also has a bathhouse, but the service is definitely not as good as the bathing center outside.
Zhang Yuanjun is a southerner and it took him a long time to adapt to the northern bathhouses. After adapting, he fell in love with this way of bathing.
Now in June, the weather has started to get hot, but everyone still had a nice bath.
The four of them were soaking in a pool. Zhang Yuanjun listened to his roommates talk about what happened at school during his absence. The three of them also listened to Zhang Yuanjun talk about interesting things that happened on the set of "The Best in the World".
"Huang Shengyi and I are not in the same group, and we rarely see each other." His roommates asked him about this "Star Girl" senior.
"The school said he was hooking up with the big boss. Is it true?"
"Where do I know where to go?" Zhang Yuanjun really didn't know. "She has already finished her filming, hasn't she gone back to school?"
"We little ones, where can we see her?"
"It's so sour," Zhang Yuanjun said with a towel covering his face, "You are just jealous of others' good grades."
"Aren't you jealous?"
"To be honest, it was a bit overwhelming at first." He signed a contract with Stephen Chow to star in "Kung Fu". It's normal to be envious of this achievement.
"But, I don't think Huang Shengyi can last long in Zhou Xingchi's hands. The two of them will fall out sooner or later."
"How to say?"
"How can eggs be completed when the nest is overturned? Against the background of the decline of the Hong Kong circle, Zhou Xingchi is not immune. Signing for Hong Kong Island and entering the Hong Kong circle at this time is tantamount to joining the Chinese army in 1949."
It is a consensus that the Hong Kong industry is declining, but many people feel that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The mainland market has not yet taken off, but there are still many people who are willing to enter the Hong Kong industry.
"Zhou Xingchi is a well-known drama tycoon. His movies have only one protagonist, and that is himself. You can't get ahead by signing Zhou Xingchi."
"If you don't sign Zhou Xingchi, you won't have any good resources if you sign in the mainland." This is true. Nowadays, good resources are still monopolized by a few major directors and companies. In the film market, few can make back their investment, let alone make money.
"Hong Kong Island definitely still has resources, but we couldn't get them in the past. Huang Shengyi's mute girl is probably the best role that a mainland actor can get in Hong Kong Island in the past two years.
"The market is not good now, so just endure it. After these few years, when the environment improves, there will definitely be filming." After Zhang Yuanjun finished speaking, he called the bath master and went to enjoy it.
"Master, please be gentle, I have been injured before."
After bathing for more than an hour, the four of them walked out of the bathing center easily and found a restaurant for dinner.
"I've already treated you to a bath, so you have to treat me to a meal. Why don't you give me a meal?" Zhang Yuanjun had a meal.
After eating, the group walked back.
"Liu Songren is a very nice person, and he speaks Mandarin well..." Zhang Yuanjun said, opening the door and going in, "Why are you here?"
Who else could it be, Liu Yifei?
She returned to school one week before Zhang Yuanjun.
"Come on, come on, don't sit on my bed." Zhang Yuanjun hurried her up and went to the chair, "I have to give advice to the dormitory aunt, how can I let girls in casually?"
"How did you get in?" Zhu Yawen asked Liu Yifei.
Liu Yifei sat upside down in the chair, put her hands on the backrest, and said, "I said I came in to find someone, and then Auntie let me in."
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple."
"Then I went to the women's dormitory last month and said I was looking for someone. Why didn't the aunt over there let me in?" Zhu Yawen said.
"Who knows if you are really looking for someone."
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Yuanjun asked after making up his bed.
"Where are my things?" Liu Yifei stretched out her hand.
"what?"
"Where are the words you promised to write for me?"
Zhang Yuanjun had previously promised Liu Yifei to give her a copy of "Lanting Preface".
Zhang Yuanjun did not forget, and took out the paper tube from the cabinet: "Take it, just write and don't frame it. Remember to return the paper tube to me tomorrow."
Liu Yifei opened the paper tube, took out the text banner and spread it out: "It's so beautiful."
"Do you understand?"
"Why can't I understand it? Isn't it the best cursive script in the world? Look at these strokes, this stroke, and this hook."
"Then please comment on this calligraphy." Zhang Yuanjun said.
"this……"
Liu Yifei was speechless, so she suddenly read some popular science materials on calligraphy. She would definitely not be able to pass the test with Zhang Yuanjun.
"It's good anyway." Liu Yifei didn't want to say, "You are so boring."
"Aren't you going to leave after taking the word?" Zhang Yuanjun issued an order to expel the guest.
"Afternoon script class, where can I go if I leave? I'll sit here for a while and then go to class later." Liu Yifei even brought books.
"If your mother knew you were sitting in the boys' dormitory like this, she would have to scold you."
"It's impossible. My mother is too kind to me to scold me. She doesn't care about me now when I'm in class or after class."
"You're 17, and you still watch during and after class?" Zhu Yawen said with a smile.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Yuanjun didn't speak. He was cramming through the script he was going to tell in the afternoon.
Thanks to the study of calligraphy, Zhang Yuanjun has a solid foundation in literature and history.
He can understand text quickly and accurately.
This advantage is particularly highlighted in the sophomore script class.
To be honest, seven out of ten of these art students are poor students. The combined score of high school Chinese and history exams cannot exceed 120. Many of them have poor text comprehension skills.
Here I want to criticize Liu Yifei by name.
Zhang Yuanjun sometimes suspects that her brain is different from others.
Her brain circuit is very strange, and her understanding of a text will be biased in details.
Through the text, she sometimes failed to grasp or misunderstood the logic of the characters' psychological and emotional changes.
This will lead to errors in her expression and the audience will question her performance.
Original Time and Space Liu Yifei always had this problem when acting before she was 30 years old.
Zhang Yuanjun had been reading silently until the afternoon class, when everyone went to the classroom together.
