Yin Qingyue listened to the voice, and the corridor was relatively quiet at this time, everyone was hurrying to familiarize themselves with the script, and almost no one talked to each other, so they ignored it and continued to read the script silently.

But the man didn't stop there, seeing that Yin Qingyue didn't answer, he actually reached out and grabbed Yin Qingyue's sleeve, "Sister?"

was repeatedly interrupted to read the script, Yin Qingyue was unhappy in her heart, raised her head and looked at the person she was talking to lightly.

The girl has long curly hair, the most popular awl face, Barbie nose, petal lips, a pair of eyes that are a little too big, and very beautiful nude makeup, about 18 or 9 years old, the lively goose yellow short skirt has no number plate on it, and the whole person is dressed like a Barbie doll.

And Yin Qingyue still doesn't apply fat powder today, and her long hair is simply tied up in a ponytail, only the one on her body, the improved version of the soap-colored dark flower narrow sleeves and straight sleeves is a little thoughtful.

The two sat together, and it was a stark contrast.

The only thing they have in common is that neither of them has anyone with them.

When the girl saw that Yin Qingyue finally raised her head, a big smile appeared on her delicate face.

She stretched out her hand to introduce herself: "Hello sister, my name is Zhu Ziling, 19 years old this year, the company can't spare anyone to accompany me to audition today, and I'm nervous to death!

When Zhu Ziling spoke, his voice was much higher than when he called Yin Qingyue just now, causing others to frown and look sideways.

A little farther away, there was a female artist with seven or eight assistants and bodyguards, and there was a deep disdain and disgust in her eyes.

Yin Qingyue listened to Zhu Ziling's words without moving, stretched out her hand and symbolically touched her hand, and there was no trace of emotion in her voice.

"Hello, I'm 16 years old, if I'm nervous, read more scripts. ”

After that, no matter how Zhu Ziling reacted, he lowered his head and continued to study the script.

The people who can mix in the film and television industry are basically smart people, and everyone almost immediately understood Yin Qingyue's subtext.

Then there was a low snickering sound all around, and the female artist with a bunch of entourage was more direct.

She sneered at the people around her, "Heh~ Green tea hit the iceberg, and finally missed, right?"

I guess everyone around her knows something, so they all laughed louder when they heard the words.

Zhu Ziling raised her head with tears in her eyes, glared at the female artist and said aggrievedly: "Miss Yao, why are you scolding?"

Miss Yao rolled her eyes, "Did I name my name? You just admit it in such a hurry?" I tell you, everyone here is watching, you can't lie to me a second time!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand to the people under her, "Stand in front of me a little bit, don't let the strange smell and sound come and affect my reading of the script." ”

The seven or eight people blocked in front of her according to her words, and also blocked Zhu Ziling's gaze.

Zhu Ziling touched a soft nail at Yin Qingyue's place, and was robbed by Miss Yao again, embarrassed and embarrassed, and felt the unkind eyes cast around him, no matter how resentful he was, he couldn't attack immediately, so he simply covered his face, cried and ran to the bathroom.

The eldest sister who was in charge of signing in looked at Zhu Ziling's back and pouted slightly, then lowered her head and continued the food video on her mobile phone.

After a small episode, calm returned to the corridor, but the female artist known as "Miss Yao" looked at Yin Qingyue curiously for a moment after pulling away the subordinates in front of her.

......

When immersed in one thing, half an hour becomes much shorter.

Yin Qingyue was about to review the script again from the beginning when he heard the door of the classroom open, and the man before came out again and announced loudly: "The audition for the crew of "This Love is Waiting" has officially begun, and the actors who heard the call please come in with me!"

He looked down at the list in his hand, "Number 18!"

The female artist who was called stood up a little dazedly, "Ah, don't you go in order?"

"For the sake of fairness, the director temporarily proposed to shuffle the order of the calls. The man explained impatiently, "Don't worry, you all have numbers, and the auditioner won't be mistaken." ”

The female artist originally thought that she was the third from the bottom, so she didn't memorize the words very well, and she was a little anxious when she heard the words, "But ......"

"Don't be," the man's impatience was completely written on his face, "There are 20 people here today, wouldn't it be better if you could perform first? Hurry up, there are so many people waiting in the back!"

The female artist No. 18 had no choice but to make a bitter face and walked into the audition classroom.

Less than two minutes later, "No. 18" rushed out crying, ignoring her assistant's shouts and running away.

This situation made many people nervous, and some acquaintances couldn't help but whisper, "I heard that Director Bai is notoriously strict, and it seems that he really deserves his reputation, but this is just an audition, so I scolded people and cried." ”

"How do you know that the director scolded and cried? Maybe the author scolded and cried?"

"Probably not, that day Xuanlan was very gentle with book lovers......"

"Oh my God, my feet are starting to get a little soft, what should I do?"

"Don't talk about it, hurry up and read more scripts......"

In this way, several artists were called in, and the longest only stayed in it for about five minutes, and then walked out with a red face or a lost soul, which made the atmosphere in the corridor more tense and dignified.

"Number 10!"

After the shouting fell, a tall and burly man in sunglasses turned around and knocked on the door of another classroom, "Sister Yunyun, it's your turn." ”

Someone inside the door said yes, and then I saw a woman in a big red jumpsuit, with a pair of hateful pairs, with a greasy-headed man who looked like an agent, two assistants, and seven or eight bodyguards.

The man in charge of calling the number had already put on a smiling face, and when he saw the woman coming out, he hurriedly greeted him warmly, "Yo! Sister Yunyun, long time no see!"

When the woman known as "Sister Yunyun" heard this, she nodded without smiling, "Brother Liao, long time no see." ”

With that, he walked straight to the audition classroom with his head held high.

Her two assistants wanted to follow up, but they were stopped by Brother Liao, and the two of them looked at each other angrily and wanted to have a seizure.

Brother Liao was good-tempered this time, and persuaded him softly: "You know Director Bai's temper, if you have to follow up, don't say that my job is ruined, and you Sister Yunyun don't expect to win this role...... Angkor, look at this ......"

The Angkor in his mouth is the oil-headed man.

The oil-headed man Angkor smiled, "I'm sorry, these two are new and don't know the rules, so they made you laugh." ”

After finishing speaking, he patted the shoulders of the two assistants and pretended to scold, "What are you doing this? What if you let others say that our family Yunyun is playing a big name?

The noise over there did not affect Yin Qingyue, who had been burying her head in combing through the script notes repeatedly, but the whispered conversation of two or three people around her attracted her attention.

"Cut~ It's no secret that she Pan Yunyun plays a big name, who is pretending to show it?"

"That's it!

"But...... This Pan Yunyun is in her twenties, right? Why are you running to fight for this role?"

"Whew! It's not that I want to grab the role when I look at this IP fire, but I am one of the current traffic flowers!"

"And do we still have a chance?"

When Yin Qingyue heard this, a sneer pulled up at the corner of his mouth, 'Pan Yunyun......'

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PS: It's another seven-day "anti-heaven period", for the sake of Xiaotong taking painkillers, how many recommended tickets are there? hehe~