The surrounding people were speechless for a moment. How dare you go unscripted for such a big scene?
Incredibly cool and stunning!
Su Ze was drunk too, why didn't anyone tell me?
"The lines are so awesome." Zhang Zifeng looked at Su Ze not far away and murmured to himself: "How dare you go on stage without writing?"
"So strong!" Li Landi also looked at Su Ze on the other side. He had long heard that it was not easy to be ranked first in the majors this year, and today he definitely lived up to his reputation.
"This line is like no one else!"
"Well, I am impressed by the number one professional!"
“It’s so awesome to go off the script in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes of the principal and director!”
"If you don't support the wall, I will support you, brother!"
"Shout a wave of six six six!"
Feeling all kinds of eyes around him, to be honest, Su Ze felt a little secretly happy.
This is a Chinese drama, surrounded by elites who have been killed by thousands of troops. It is not easy to get their recognition.
There were no students to do next, and various leaders came to the stage to speak. It was finally over at nine o'clock, and everyone returned to the dormitory.
"Su Ze's lines are very good, do you know who he learned them from?" Zhang Zifeng hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but ask Hu Lei.
"We all learned from teacher Liu Tianyi." Hu Lei said with some pride: "She used to be a Chinese opera teacher."
"Tianyi Training Studio?"
"No wonder he is number one in his profession." Zhao Yuran seemed to have caught something and joked: "There is someone behind you!"
"What are you talking about!" Hu Lei suddenly became angry and retorted loudly: "Su Ze took the exam based on his true ability!"
The three of them were all stunned, wondering why Hu Lei, who was usually easy to talk to, suddenly went berserk?
"Don't you?" Xie Yiyi's eyes lit up and she gossiped: "You like her?"
"No, it's nothing!" Hu Lei, who was originally full of momentum, suddenly lost her temper, blushing and stammering: "We are all classmates."
"Hahaha!" Zhang Zifeng and Zhang Zifeng looked at each other, as if they had found a novel toy, bombarding them indiscriminately, wishing they could be tortured.
"Your lines are really great." Ding Feng from the boys' dormitory looked at Su Ze who came back from the shower and said seriously: "Being number one in the profession is well deserved."
"That's because you haven't seen Mr. Su's mime." Zhang Yu directly interjected: "Believe it or not, I'm still feeling numb from the performance during the third audition!"
"It's all a joke." Su Ze saw that Ding Feng was sincere and said politely: "Practice blindly when you have nothing to do."
Ding Feng was more curious, but he couldn't force a live performance. He could only change the subject and asked Zhao Yuncheng: "Military training starts tomorrow, can we hang out with you then?"
"That's right!" Zhao Yuncheng jumped down from the upper bunk, patted his chest and said, "I'm right with you, Brother Zhao!"
After all, they were both young people, and they quickly became close by playing around. After turning off the lights, Su Ze lay down on the lower bunk, closed his eyes, and entered the system to start daily training.
In an instant, the noise in the outside world disappears, the mind completely enters the system space, and the disgust micro-expression training continues.
We gathered on time at seven o'clock the next day. Everyone came to the playground and started military training under the leadership of the instructor. As a team, look to the right, count, stand at attention, turn left, turn right...
I have to say that military training is still useful. With the seemingly simple and boring repetition over and over again, the original loose discipline is gradually established. Especially the sense of collective honor, no matter who makes a mistake, everyone must do it again.
"so tired!"
"Come and see if I'm tan?"
"It won't matter how much sunscreen you apply at this rate!"
It's okay for boys, it's just a bit difficult and tiring, so just grit your teeth and get over it, after all, no one wants to be compared to others.
Girls have been complaining all morning, they are all the beauties of heaven, they are all the school beauties and goddesses in high school, who has ever experienced this?
"From today on, you are all Chinese opera students. It's nothing to endure this hardship!" As a life teacher, Han Xuefei is mainly responsible for girls. This kind of situation is not surprising, so she just seized the opportunity to give the little girls a showdown.
"Don't think that when an actor dresses beautifully and stands in front of the camera and acts, it's over?"
“Don’t we need to experience life?”
"What should I do if I encounter rural dramas, action scenes or even dangerous scenes in the future?"
"Go and tell the director that I'm not in good health and can't act?"
"Let the martial arts instructor design lying-down winning moves specifically for you?"
"Does it mean this?"
Seeing Teacher Han getting angry, the little girls immediately became silent. They trained meticulously in the afternoon, and even Zhang Zifeng completed the project seriously.
Han Xuefei secretly laughed. Why does the university arrange military training at the beginning of the semester? Isn't it just to suppress the new students?
The first day of military training ended. After dinner in the evening, everyone was summoned to the playground by the instructor, and everyone sat together.
"I heard that we have a lot of talents in Chinese drama, and everyone who can get into the exam has two skills, right?"
"Can you let some of our instructors see it?"
"Did anyone volunteer?"
Although there was no campfire, the feeling was similar. When Zhao Yuncheng heard the instructor's excitement, he was the first to say: "I'll do it!"
He came on stage with confidence and performed a set of eight-ji boxing that was very popular. After all, he was truly taught, and even the instructor couldn't help but applaud.
The first one comes up, and the others are also eager to try. Who wants to be an actor but doesn’t want to express himself, right?
Su Ze watched each of his classmates show off their magical powers. The girls danced and sang, and the boys rapped and rapped. I have to say that they are all talented!
"Who takes first place in the exam this year?"
After the first round of performances, the instructor saw that the atmosphere was lively and continued to fan the flames: "Are there so many wonderful shows good to watch?"
"I'm very curious about what more exciting programs will be brought by students who can take the first place in their majors?"
"Do you want to see it?"
Su Ze's face darkened. Seeing everyone staring at him, he could only stand up and loudly reported: "Hello, instructor, my name is Su Ze."
"Come up!" The instructor waved his hand and said domineeringly: "Give us a lesson!"
Zhang Yu was instantly excited, clapped her hands loudly and shouted: "Mime! Let's do a mime!"
Zhao Yuncheng saw the excitement and didn't mind the trouble, and loudly echoed: "Mime! Mime! Mime!"
Hu Lei also clapped her hands, hoping that Su Ze's domineering side would kill everyone who refused!
Although the others didn't understand, they were also curious about the talent of the top professional, and they immediately started to boo, and their voices became louder and louder.
"You forced me to do this." Su Ze curled his lips, why do I have to force myself so hard when I'm so elegant and easy-going?