Looking at these words sent by Tang Zeyang, Cheng Qiaoyi felt that there seemed to be something strange wrong with the way he opened it.

After all......

Why does this thing have anything to do with movies again?

Tang Zeyang: [Do you think you can do a good job if you are asked to participate in the promotion of opera films?]

Cheng Qiao shook his hand, quite unable to imagine that.

No matter what he asked him to do, he didn't believe he could do it well.

Thinking about it, he replied: "I shouldn't be able to, right?"

Tang Zeyang didn't expect him to reply like this, and frowned slightly: [You can think about what I said, I sincerely invite you to join our team. 】

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little strange: [There are so many professional opera actors, why do you have to choose me?]

Tang Zeyang couldn't say this question clearly, but he just felt that he was suitable for this role the first moment he saw him inexplicably.

[Probably the sixth sense.] 】

Looking at his hasty answer, Cheng Qiaoyi never knew what to say.

sighed, his fingers leaping on the screen: [Thank you for your trust, but I have just started to learn Peking Opera, and I am not familiar with Peking Opera, let alone other operas. 】

Seeing his reply, Tang Zeyang was not surprised: [It's okay, even if you are not very familiar with opera, it is not a problem. 】

He continued to message: [As long as you agree to participate in our film, we will definitely let you practice. 】

To be honest, Cheng Qiaoyi looked a little inexplicably moved by what Tang Zeyang said.

But he still cleared himself up for a few pounds and taels.

Cheng Qiaoyi: [Thank you, brother, wait for me to think about it.] 】

After sending the message, Cheng Qiao threw his hand-picked computer on the bed and began to think about what the task needed to write.

This topic was talked about by him and Tang Zeyang, but what the two of them talked about was actually really empty, and there was nothing concrete.

Thinking that the task assigned to him by the system was to write his views on opera, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't stop his head from getting big.

And......

The system asked him to write out his opinions, and he had to be affirmed by ten people......

Is this a task he can accomplish?

Cheng Qiao thought about it, sighed deeply, resigned himself to the computer, and began to search for things related to this on the computer.

In any case, hard work must be worked on. No matter what he said, Cheng Qiaoyi didn't want to continue to fail.

Looking at the various things displayed on the computer screen, Cheng Qiao felt dazzled.

He continued to look down and took the sentences he thought fit and threw them into his new Word document.

…… Read on.

This screen full of various opinions, copied is almost a thousand words smaller.

Cheng Qiao's whole body felt what is called despair.

……

"Qiaoqiao!

Su Limei knocked on Cheng Qiaoyi's door and unscrewed the doorknob: "What are you doing?

Feeling the action of Comrade Lao Su opening the door, Cheng Qiaoyi returned the computer to the desktop as soon as possible: "I'll be here soon!"

After getting Cheng Qiaoyi's answer, Su Li smiled and closed the door of the house, "Okay, let's hurry down if it's okay, don't drag it out too much today." ”

"Okay, good!" Cheng Qiao responded and quietly saved the document he had just built, "I'm here now!"

The task really made him feel hopeless.

The previous tasks were always very theoretical, all objective, and there was no need for him to make any subjective comments.

Out of the bedroom door, Cheng Qiaoyi slowly went downstairs with the handrail.

I didn't feel much when I walked flat in the bedroom, but the soreness in my legs intensified when I got down the stairs.

Cheng Qingtong looked at Cheng Qiao's exaggerated movements: "What are you doing? Hurry up, you should be cold no matter how much you grind." ”

"What do you say people are doing?" Su Limei was a little dissatisfied: "When I came back just now, I saw Qiaoqiao falling asleep with his legs pressed in the practice room, he had just started practicing, and it was normal for his legs to be sore, what are you anxious about?"

Cheng Qiaoyi: "......"

Although he knew that Comrade Su felt sorry for him, he couldn't stand it inexplicably: "Mom! I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable." ”

As he spoke, he quickened his pace.

Su Limei looked at his steps and frowned slightly: "Are you okay?"

Cheng Qiaoyi sat down at the dining table, "I'm fine, what can I do?"

Looking at Cheng Qiaoyi's current appearance, Cheng Qingtong's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation: "Manly man, just be so tough, don't be squeamish all day long." ”

"I know......" Cheng Qiaoyi lowered his head and silently took a bite of food.

Looking at Cheng Qiaoyi like this, Cheng Qingtong laughed a little: "Okay, don't just eat, come and eat something." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qiaoyi silently picked up a chopstick cabbage.

"Look at you," Su Limei glared at Cheng Qingtong, "Look at what the child is scared of by you?

Cheng Qiaoyi raised his head slightly: "Mom, no, I want to train myself." ”

Su Limei didn't believe it: "You were born to me, I don't know what you have been like since you were a child?"

Cheng Qingtong was a little creepy by Su Limei's eyes: "I didn't force him, I just took him to see how the children in the children's class in the hospital were trained." ”

"That's still your fault," Su Limei said, "Qiaoqiao is so big, and his body is hard, how can he train like those children?"

Cheng Qingtong had a headache: "It's just that he is old and his body is hard, so he has to train more! Otherwise, how can he compare to those who have practiced since childhood?"

Cheng Qiaoyi silently continued to plan.

"It's not that you don't know what it was like to learn drama before," Cheng Qingtong frowned: "Can he have a hard time playing?"

Playing plays, Su Limei naturally knows.

Before the liberation, if a child was sent to the department, then they had to sign a contract with the boss of the department.

According to the agreement, once a disciple enters the department, all the expenses of clothing, food, housing and transportation during the learning period will be borne by the master or the class unilaterally, and all the income of the apprentice's performance on stage will also be unilaterally owned by the master or the class.

If you can perform on stage and become famous, then both sides of the teaching world will be happy.

In the unlikely event that a few years have passed, the apprentice will still not be able to take the stage, and the money and hard work of the master and the master will be completely wasted.

Therefore, whether you learn well or not is never only related to the future and fate of the party who learns drama, but also closely related to the fame and fortune of the master and the class.

Su Limei had never experienced that era, but she had also heard her elders talk about that time.

At that time, there was a problem with singing, the teacher came down with a stick, the lines were not remembered, the teacher came down with a stick, no matter where the problem was, as long as there was a mistake, or it was not done properly, then there was only one word left in the whole world, that is: hit.

This kind of fight is called a fight.

Hearing Cheng Qingtong's words, Su Limei couldn't help frowning: "Why are you involved in the drama again?"

"It's not like I'm trying to get involved, it's just an example. ”

Cheng Qingtong took a sip of soup: "Back then, Tan Jinpei, the king of the Ling world, also sent his grandson to the class, isn't this because he is afraid that he will not be ruthless when he is in charge and let him not learn well?"

Su Limei was silent.

Cheng Qingtong continued: "People who are so powerful know that they have to discipline their children strictly, you are good, you are distressed at this time?"

Seeing Comrade Lao Su's silent appearance, Cheng Qiaoyi hurriedly spoke: "Dad, don't talk about Mom! Mom is just talking!"

Cheng Qiao thought for a while and said, "What she told me before is that learning is not just about practicing kung fu, you have to think about more things......

In fact, Su Limei never said this at all, and Cheng Qiao paused for a moment: "I still have to consider whether this thing is suitable for inheritance!"

Cheng Qiao felt as if he had been brainwashed by Tang Zeyang, and suddenly talked about inheritance.

But since it has been said here, Cheng Qiao will continue to make it up.

"Just like Kunqu Opera, how elegant it was back then, before the formation of Peking Opera, wasn't it the only opera in Yangchun and Baixue!" Cheng Qiaoyi searched the knowledge points in his mind: "But later people "heard Kunqu Opera and dispersed", is it because the Kunqu Opera actors at that time didn't know how to practice the basic skills?"

Hearing what he said, Cheng Qingtong glared at him.

Cheng Qiaoyi pretended not to see it and continued: "They actually don't understand what the people really like, so it will lead to this result." This gave Peking Opera the opportunity to enter the Hall of Elegance. ”

What Cheng Qiaoyi said is true, and Cheng Qingtong can't deny it.

"Therefore, my mother has been educating me that if I want to learn Peking Opera, I must not only practice basic skills, but also think. Cheng Qiaoyi pinched a handful of sweat in his heart, and finally turned the topic back: "What she just said is not that she doesn't want me to practice, but just wants me not to spend all my energy on the practice of basic skills." ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Su Limei: "Mom, you said what I said was right, right?"

"Yes, yes," Su Limei said with a smile on her face: "But...... That's not what I'm telling you. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ???

[Quest Completion Progress: 2/10]

？？？

Two sentences in quick succession disrupted Cheng Qiaoyi's thoughts.

What Comrade Su said made him not know how to pick it up, but he even completed one-fifth of the task at once?

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little surprised, and asked silently in his heart: [System, why have I already completed so much?]

The system also happens to be there: [Because your father and mother agree with you!]

Cheng Qiaoyi was still a little confused: [That's it?]

System: [Yes!] No matter what method you use, what you say in detail, as long as you get the affirmation of ten people. 】

So the task is so simple?

Cheng Qiao immediately had a plan in his heart.