When Yu Qingneng walked into the door, he happened to be stuck in the third head of this batch, and in this way, he just staggered with Liu Hanhan behind him.

Small steps into the classroom.

It is very similar to the layout of the branch dance studio, a large classroom, the front and back walls are pasted with bright long mirrors, and under the illumination, the whole room is extremely bright.

Yu Qing stood firm, and a staff member took away the personal information she had just taken out of her small bag.

As soon as things fell here, they started there.

"Let's go straight to the second paragraph"

The energetic male voice reached the ears of those present.

The delicate, slender girl bowed.

"Enough is enough! I said, enough is enough! Don't say anything about being good for me, I'm really fed up! Do you think I'm not embarrassed enough, or do you think I could be a little more embarrassed?"

Aside from the background and plot of the story, you can guess from the lines alone that this is a very tense performance.

Whether it's hysterical anger, heart-wrenching grief, or more complex emotions, the performer should also design several actions that are close to the storyline.

But Yu Qing can clearly observe that except for the facial expressions of dilated pupils and trembling red lips, the girls on the stage are basically a piece of wood.

The whole person was pestled straight in the center of the stage, full of stiffness, and only a few undulating tones proved that she was really performing.

Yu Qing sensed that something was deeply wrong.

No matter how nervous you are, you can't have a body language that expresses sadness, annoyance, or disappointment.

So there's definitely something wrong with that.

The girls bent over and the whole show was over.

Now there are 4 people in front of Yu Qing.

As soon as the girl in charge pulled out the paper from the cardboard box, the staff in front of her had already begun to time.

There was only the girl's voice in the room, who stood with her back to everyone and pondered the tone of her lines.

It was very subtle, but to the ears of the other students outside Yu Qingqing, it was simply the sound of mosquitoes fluttering around.

It's so quiet, but it's impossible to ignore.

Is such a lottery a test of psychological quality?

Yu Qing was a little stressed.

Of course, this didn't affect her at all.

Instead, it made her feel stable.

She knew in her heart that no amount of doubts could be solved before she touched the paper.

So she took advantage of the waiting room with great interest and took a quick look at the jury.

A row of tables and chairs is set up directly above the stage, and a camera standing not far from the table is still in operation, and a man in his 50s is staring at the camera, expressionless.

Qiu Qiming put black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, wore dark blue long sleeves on his upper body, and his facial expression was as bad as ever.

Yu Qing was looking at Director Qiu, but he slammed into his eyes.

The eyes are very sharp, and they suddenly look a little scary.

Yu Qing didn't think so, she was super resistant to pressure, and her divergent thinking was good.

Therefore, what she was thinking at this time was that although Director Qiu looked a lot of vicissitudes, his expression was no different from when he was young.

As for the evidence, it should come from the graduation photo of NTU alumni.

Director Qiu sat on the far left of the chair, which was also closest to the front door.

Sitting next to him is Director Qiu's good partner screenwriter Zhou, and then to the right is a woman with a gray peaked cap, very beautiful and thin, but unfortunately Yu Qing doesn't know him, and there are three people left, but they are all very unfamiliar faces.

There is also an empty seat on the far right, and I don't know who it is for.

Time is ticking.

After about seven or eight minutes, the staff waved the small red flag in their hands.

Director Qiu began to speak again.

"The third paragraph"

The face is still very stinky.

The girl walked into the center of the stage, with waist-length hair, wearing a short red skirt and a pair of straight long legs with seven-centimeter high heels.