I instantly made up my mind to increase my training by twenty hours a day!
Awesome at singing and dancing?
Martial arts champion?
What we are testing is acting!
"Vocal music and body?" My family has taught me a truth since I was a child: there must be gains and losses.
If you want to gain something, you must first think about what to lose. For example, if you are not good at math, physics, and chemistry in cultural classes, then you will focus on memorizing liberal arts.
The same goes for the art exam. Even if you have a golden finger, you can't compete with others who have spent more than ten years as a child in a short period of time. Since the performance exam is about acting, it's all about acting.
I made up my mind and felt very motivated. I wanted to enter the system directly and fight for 300 rounds.
"Killing chickens... sewing clothes... building snowmen... fixing computers..."
Looking at the non-physical projects that have been completed by the system, although they seem fragmentary and are all inconspicuous life skills, the long-term accumulation gave Su Ze the feeling that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
The imagination becomes richer, many details burst out like lightning, the body control gradually improves, and many small movements become more and more handy.
"If there is no physical project to burn money, will the host start?"
"So arrogant?" With a whole box of soft girl coins in front of him and a blazing fire, Su Ze suddenly had all kinds of thoughts.
Get rich overnight and spend money like water?
Life is hopeless and you end up going crazy?
A mental lunatic who enjoys destruction?
Many imaginations collided quickly, various performance details flashed by, and countless designs gradually took shape.
He picked up a banknote, put it to his nose and smelled it, closing his eyes as if enjoying it. Suddenly he frowned, his face began to distort little by little, and finally it became extremely ferocious.
"Why!"
"why me!"
"I haven't lived enough!"
"Oh my God!"
"Open your eyes and look!"
"I have plenty of money!"
Su Ze assumed the role of a rich man who was suffering from a terminal illness and was dying soon. He held up a large handful of banknotes, his hands trembling slightly, and shouted crazily to the sky: "Is this good?"
"I'll give you all my money!"
"Can I burn them all for you?"
"Let me live ten more years!"
"No, no, five years!"
"Three years is fine!"
"I really don't want to die!"
As he spoke, he threw the banknotes into the fire as hard as he could, throwing more and more money, faster and faster, until he finally fell to his knees and let out a desperate and painful cry.
"The score is seventy-four, host, please continue to work hard."
Su Ze took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his emotions. After training, his imagination increased day by day. Many details could be synchronized without even thinking about the body. Watching the score gradually improve, he was full of a sense of accomplishment every day.
"Have you heard? Handsome guy Su is preparing to take the art exam!"
"real or fake?"
"Of course it's true. Didn't you see that I no longer study in the evening?"
"But our school doesn't offer art classes."
"Are you stupid? His father is the richest man, and the entire villa in Longhu was built by him!"
"That's right, money can make all the difference, so why can't you hire a good teacher?"
"Wow, maybe our classmate will become a big star in the future!"
"My Su Su is so handsome, much better than any boy band idol!"
"What is your Susu!"
"That's right, it's obviously our Susu!"
Liu Yunyun listened to the gossip while studying in the evening, silently sorting out the liberal arts notes, knowing that Su Ze planned to give up science and devote all his energy to liberal arts, and many notes needed to be replenished.
"Hey, monitor, you must know the inside story, right?"
"Tell us about it!"
"That's right, it's not good to hide it!"
Liu Yunyun looked at the gossipy faces around her and whispered: "I don't know the specific situation, but I heard from Su Ze that she really wants to go to an art school."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area was filled with excitement. This time, not only girls, but also many boys pricked up their ears.
"Really!"
"Which school does he want to attend?"
"Nonsense, my Susu is so good that she must be in the show!"
"What do you know? Chinese opera is not as good as Beijing Film Stars!"
"You don't understand! Gong Li, Zhang Ziyi, and Cheng Daoming are all in the drama!"
"What the hell, Da Li Mi, Huang Jiaozhu, Huang Bo, and Guan Gege are all from Beijing Film Academy!"
The class was instantly buzzing with chatter. Liu Yunyun did not expect that her words would cause a sensation, so she could only stand up silently and pretend to go to the toilet to avoid the limelight.
"Viagra, Su Ze really wants to go to art school?" Several boys in the back row gathered around Zhang Wei, and one of them said flatteringly: "I heard that the art school is full of beauties, why don't you go and give it a try?"
"Yes, the conditions for our boss to enter an art school are absolutely perfect!"
"Hehehe, when the time comes, park the Ferrari 488 in front of the school, be good!"
"Those prodigal hoofs haven't pounced on Big Brother with all their strength."
"Go away!" Zhang Wei glared and cursed: "Can I pass the art school entrance examination with my body?"
"That's not right!" One of the boys said sternly: "It's a big deal, Viagra will help you lose weight, it will definitely work for you, handsome guy!"
"That's right. Nowadays, the entertainment industry is full of bullshit. We are in short supply of real men like our Viagra."
"Fart, the jargon is called pull tab, appreciate art with a literary and artistic critical perspective!"
"Hahaha, you are awesome!"
Zhang Wei was suddenly stunned, it seemed to make sense.
It’s not like the art school only tests actors, so why can Aze get into it but I can’t?