"What is the art of theatrical performance?"

"Or what kind of art is it, different from other arts?"

"That might be a bit of a tongue-in-the-minute question—"

At this time, in a classroom of Chinese opera, associate professor Jiang Haichao, who teaches performance theory, was explaining on stage the branch of performance-drama performance.

Sign up on September 1, and start military training on the 2nd.

For the freshmen of their level in Ning Yuan, the military training time is only one week, but in fact, the real training time is only six days, and the morning report is on the seventh day.

After a half-day break in the afternoon, classes will be held the next day, September 9th.

Jiang Haichao is one of the five examiners of the art examination, and the students all know him, and his sharp words in the previous art examination impressed the candidates, so they have a certain sense of awe for him.

Unlike Professor Qin Li, it looks very gentle.

Today was the first day of class, so all the students listened honestly.

Jiang Haichao looked around the audience, thirty undergraduates, and eighteen higher vocational students, all taking theoretical classes together.

After a moment, Jiang Haichao asked:

"Which student told me what drama is combined with what?"

The audience was quiet, they had been in military training for the past few days, and no one had the heart to read this kind of theory book.

Besides, the pride of being admitted to Chinese opera has not passed, and the novelty of college is rising, and when there is time, it is crazy to play, and no one prepares in advance.

Who knew this guy started asking questions on his first day of class.

Many students were full of slander in their hearts, but they did not have the slightest dissatisfaction on their faces, but subconsciously shrank their necks, hung their heads, and looked at their noses and tables.

Jiang Haichao has been teaching for so many years, and he knows the thoughts of these students at a glance, shook his head slightly, and said:

"Nobody knows?"

The audience was quiet, and no one said a word.

Ning Yuan can, he has such a perverted memory, he can remember it once he looks at it, plus he has practical experience to support it, it is easier to understand than these students.

But everyone was silent at this moment, and Ning Yuan was not interested in being in the limelight, although he could get Jiang Haichao's favor, he would definitely offend the whole class.

Everyone is on a horizontal line, the eldest brother doesn't say the second brother, each other.

But you kid, it's different from us, it's just an alternative and heretical!

This is not a clear excuse for the teacher to scold us: they are all people, you won't, why would others?

But Ning Yuan didn't take the lead, but Jiang Haichao found him: "Ning Yuan, do you know?"

Jiang Haichao was not untargeted, on the one hand, among these students, he was the most impressed by Ning Yuan, and on the other hand, at this time, the other students were nervously lowering their heads, for fear that they would call them.

Only Ning Yuan, with a calm demeanor, although he didn't look up at Jiang Haichao, he didn't bow his head like other students, and the tension on his face didn't exist at all.

Because of this, Jiang Haichao asked him tentatively.

And seeing that there was a scapegoat, the students' nervous hearts relaxed, raised their heads again, and looked at Ning Yuan sympathetically.

Although Ning Yuan was exceptionally admitted and better than them, they didn't believe in this kind of theoretical stuff he would.

Especially Luo Feixuan, except for seeing Ning Yuan flip through the book on the first day, Ning Yuan hasn't read the military training at all these days, so it's strange that he can do it.

Luo Feixuan's eyes looked at Ning Yuan, somewhat gloating.

In the classroom, which had been silent before, there was some movement again, as if they had all come to life after hibernation, and there was a low-frequency hum.

Ning Yuan didn't expect to be the first to be clicked, but when it came to this point, he couldn't pretend to be stupid, so he got up and said:

"Drama is a combination of performing arts and language arts. ”

In an instant, the buzz was de-energized, and there was a dead silence.

The students who were listening didn't expect Ning Yuan to be able to speak, and the students who were chatting with the gods looked around blankly: What's the situation? What did Ning Yuan say?

After a brief silence, the ebb tide came again, and the students turned their heads to ask if it was correct, and the sound of flipping books.

At this moment, Jiang Haichao smiled with satisfaction:

"Very good, correct answer. ”

He had a smile on his face, so good, he didn't embarrass the teacher.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being a talent specially recruited into the theater by Li Xuedao, but it is different.

And the other students were confused on their faces, and they would be in a groove?

Are you still human?

And Jiang Haichao asked again:

"What is the strongest of all theatrical genres?"

"Literary. Ning Yuan said without thinking.

"Okay!" Jiang Haichao applauded, then stretched out his hand to signal: "Please take a seat." ”

Ning Yuan sat down, not complacent, without nostrils facing the sky, just as he was before he was called.

For him, remembering these things is not something to be proud of.

In the eyes of other students, their eyes are different, and those who admire them are even more admired, those who don't like it sneer, and the indifferent people pick their noses: It's my business!

Chen Sicheng is the latter, in fact, he will too, but he is too lazy to raise his hand, at this time he is writing and drawing on the table, and people who can't read think he is passing the time.

The one who will be called a genius in the future, at this time, is the same as Ning Yuan, a freshman of level 99, his hair has the uninhibited deviation at this time, and his white face has let the pimples destroy the whole.

In addition to Chen Sicheng, Li Guangjie is also in the class, this has not become a rough man at this time, and he can be a little fresh meat in the future, but now the old bacon is more popular.

Wang Yu, who was sitting next to Ning Yuan, gave Ning Yuan a thumbs up: "Amazing, brother." ”

Ning Yuan was amused and said lightly: "The teacher is staring at you." ”

"Huh?" Wang Yu was startled, looked back, and stared at death!

"Hiss~~"

Shrinking his neck, Wang Yu hurriedly lowered his head.

On the day of registration, they were in the dormitory in the morning, and it was not until the afternoon that the fourth one was late.

is named Banzan, coincidentally like Ning Yuan, a native of Henan Province, but Ning Yuan is in the south and he is in the north.

One bedroom and two capitals in Yu Province are also interesting.

The only thing that Ning Yuan couldn't understand was that this little fat man with small eyes saved the earth in his last life, right?

Otherwise, in his image... I have to report the Chinese opera, if it is like Beijing Film and Eastern Opera, it is estimated that the examiner will say:

"Okay, okay, next. ”

However, this class of praise in the future is really not unknown, after graduation, he entered the human arts, and also made a reputation in the drama industry, and at the same time became a teacher in his alma mater, Huaju, which is considered an old drama bone.

It's just that at this time, he looks simple, which really makes people worry about whether he can mix in the industry in the future.

After the morning class, Jiang Haichao left homework and asked them to go to the street to observe a character and perform on stage in the next class.

It's not hard to say, and it's not easy to say.

There are very few professional textbooks for acting, most of them are practical classes, there are no answers, no standards, look at it.

And in Ning Yuan's dormitory, except for Luo Feixuan, who is not social, Wang Yu, Banzan, and Ning Yuan have already fought hotly, and after class, they took Ning Yuan as the center and killed outside the school:

"I'm so hungry, I'm hungry, let's eat!"

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