Qin Dawei stopped him: "How can I use you?"

I picked up a big speaker in one hand and took the lead in front of the road.

"I'm so happy today, the king, please eat chicken—choking on the side of the throat...... Side throat pound!" Qin Dawei hummed a ridiculous song and disappeared into the depths of the stairs.

Lin Qian was stunned, shook his head and smiled, this Qin Dawei, although he looked fierce and reckless, was actually ...... What a nice guy.

He and several other Peking Opera members put away small things such as drag boards and power banks, and followed downstairs.

It was late when I got back to the dorm.

Song Xiaochubby in bed No. 2 was lying down playing a mobile game, the volume was turned down very low, and he muttered something in his mouth: "Flash, flash, flash, will you go down! Home! Home is going to be gone!...... Damn, lost again. ”

He dropped his phone in a daze, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Lin Qian.

"Lin Qian, are you finally back?" he said, "I discussed with Xu Shu and Zhao Anqiu just now, and we will go to Hot Pot City for a meal tomorrow night to celebrate the four of us getting to know each other!

"Okay. Lin Qian said.

It's also fate that everyone gets together in a dormitory, and it's good to be able to eat and drink together.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian misses the roommates who studied at the drama academy in his last life, and now they have become well-known figures in the drama industry, I am afraid it will be difficult to meet him in the future.

"Lin Qian, are you back?"

Just as I was melancholy, I saw the bathroom door in the dormitory be pushed open, and a boy walked out with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet. It's Zhao Anqiu.

Zhao Anqiu is very tall, at least more than 180, and he is also very energetic, especially with a pair of eyes with a bit of coldness and solemnity, and a sense of uprightness and self-discipline like a soldier. If this is not in the school dormitory, but outside, because of his appearance and temperament, Lin Qian can treat him as a soldier.

"Well, it's back. Lin Qian greeted him briefly.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, I just told Lin Qian, Lin Qian will go to eat hot pot together in the evening, so it's decided. The little fat man interjected on the side, elated.

"Good. Zhao Anqiu's reply was very brief, he lowered his head and went about his own business.

Lin Qian also climbed to his upper bunk, and while climbing, he also glanced at the Xu Shu on the opposite bunk. I saw that Xu Shu was wearing a pair of soundproof earplugs and reading a book, looking very attentively, and he didn't notice that Lin Qian was coming back at all. Lin Qian found that he was reading a programming book from his junior year, which was very esoteric.

He went to bed, did not go to bed immediately, took a thick notebook from under his pillow and opened it.

There are a lot of sketches drawn in the notebook, all of which are some Peking Opera movements, and there are all kinds of notes next to them.

Lin Qian flipped to the blank page, carefully recalled the performance on the terrace on the second floor of the activity building today, and drew every movement of his dancing sleeves at that time.

It should be handled better here......

As he painted, he thought in his head, here...... Still too impatient...... It would be better to cut the dragon into the sea from the left......

He's reviewing.

This is his habit after performing a Peking Opera since he was a child.

When he was very young, Master helped him develop a good habit of reviewing and told him, "One minute on stage, ten years off the stage, Master leads him into the door, and practice in himself." Zichen, you are talented, so you must not be arrogant, you must practice your skills solidly, and you can't have any small flaws. Retrospectives are a great exercise to help you find out where you are lacking. ”