The winter sun is not as blazing as in summer, it is cold and warm, just like Jung so-yeon.

On the wide white sofa, a person lies comfortably, with two long legs willfully resting on the back of the sofa.

The man was dressed in simple white loungewear, almost blending in with the sofa in the sunlight.

Holding a book in his hand, he looked closer, and there were several small Korean characters written on it in a regular manner, "The Self-cultivation of Actors".

There is a wonderful balance between sunlight, people and books, and the silence is full of warmth and comfort, which people can't bear to break.

Except for a guy who doesn't realize.

"Hey, what's this?" threw the book aside and scratched his hair indiscriminately, Jiang Taizhe looked confused and innocent.

After signing a contract with CJ, he got his first role. In order not to delay and not lose face, Jiang Tae-cheol began his acting training.

After finishing the class, the teacher in charge of acting training gave him this book called "Self-cultivation of Actors" and asked him to go back and study it carefully.

Jiang Taizhe is a beginner in acting, and he naturally strictly abides by the teacher's requirements, and he reads this book hard when he gets home.

But this time, Kang Tae-chul, who has always had the ability to read, chose to die.

The author of the book "The Self-cultivation of Actors" is Stanislavsky, who has a high status in the acting world.

As the founder of one of the world's three major systems, the Stanislavsky Performance System, his performance system has been interpreted and imitated by countless descendants.

Kang Tae-cheol interpreted it deeply, but did not understand it.

He is a beginner in acting, but he is not an idiot in acting, so the basic common sense is still understood.

Performance methods are roughly divided into three categories, methodistic, experiential, and expressive.

In modern performances, the table xiàn style is weak, and it is mostly used in stage plays. And the 'Stanislavsky performance system' is actually the theory of experientialism, which is to completely substitute yourself into the role, you are the character, the character is you, and the two become one.

Methodism is when you express the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the character, and replace the character's situation with other similar situations.

To put it simply, the experiential school is substitution, and the method school is substitution.

Jiang Taizhe didn't have much experience in his life, and he was a bit narrow-minded about the methodological school, so the mentor Jian yì started from the experiential school.

The teacher's intentions are good, and the construction is also correct, but the problem is that Jiang Taizhe's head now seems to be rusty, and he can't understand the mystery.

Rubbing his swollen head, Kang Tae-cheol got up from the sofa, looked at the clear sky outside, and suddenly had an epiphany.

Why stay at home in this weather?

Books that are obviously impossible to read and going out for a walk, Jiang Tae-cheol chose the latter.

"The combination of work and rest is the only way to maximize efficiency." ――――From Taecheol Kang.

In the past, Jiang Taizhe had almost no friends, and he could go shopping and eat alone, but now Jiang Taizhe enjoys the feeling of being more and more crowded.

opened the address book on the mobile phone, and there were only a few people on it, and Jiang Taizhe's face showed embarrassment.

"The beautiful Nuna has never been able to contact, Kim Tae-hee, Little Crystal, Jung so-yeon"

Jiang Taizhe reluctantly put down his phone and put on his clothes sullenly.

"At the end of the day, I'm still alone"

At this moment, Jiang Tae-cheol suddenly experienced a feeling called "loneliness".

The sun is good, and Seoul is free of the hustle and bustle of the wind. There were a lot of people on the street, and Jiang Tae-cheol was very lonely.

Sitting on the subway, Kang Tae-cheol wandered around aimlessly.

Chengbei, Central District, Jiangnan.

When he calmed down, he found himself in a familiar place.

Looking at this dilapidated small building, Jiang Taizhe suddenly smiled.

"But there's no way to get in" Looking at the bunch of star-chasing little girls in front of the door and the two fierce security guards at the door, Jiang Taizhe was worried.

"Uncle, are you also a fan of our Toshin oppa?" A fat girl with a big pie face came over.

Jiang Taizhe didn't make a sound, and the sentence "uncle" had completely defeated his psychological defense.

The fat girl saw that the situation was not good, and she had already run back. Kang Tae-cheol squinted, trying to find the culprit from the pile of girls.

"Uncle!" A mischievous voice reached his ears.

"Isn't it just a few days since you shaved? I'm an uncle? I'm your uncle! Jiang Taizhe was so angry that he began to spray wildly without even thinking about it.

"I'll tell you, I" Jiang Taizhe turned his head, wanting to teach this outspoken person a hard lesson.

Dressed in a white down jacket, with long silky hair, bright eyes covered with a layer of fog at the moment, biting his lip, and his nose twitching.

"I was wrong." The tone is sincere, with repentance and shouldn't.

"Crocodile Yun, Yun'er, Yun'er xi, Lin Yun'er xi." Jiang Taizhe looked at the silent girl opposite, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously.

"Fawn!" Kang Tae-cheol blurted out.

"What is a fawn? Do you mean me? The girl spoke.

Jiang Taizhe exhaled, and his hanging heart was also relaxed, as long as he spoke.

"I think Yuna Xi's eyes are very beautiful, full of innocence like a newborn fawn, which makes people feel like they want to protect."

Yun'er's face flushed a little, but she immediately returned to pouting, "Protection?" Then you still murder me. ”

"That was a misunderstanding!" Jiang Taizhe finally had a chance to explain and poured out the matter in one go.

Yun'a on the opposite side propped her hands on her chin and looked at Jiang Tae-cheol without blinking.

Xu didn't shave for a few days, and sparse green stubble appeared on his chin, with messy broken hair

Thinking of the "Hero Saving Beauty" some time ago, Yun'er's face flushed.

It seems to be more manly.

"Yuna? Yuna? Have you listened to me? Kang Tae-cheol waved his hand in front of her.

"Inside, I know the reason." Yuna blushed.

She found out about Jiang Taizhe as soon as he came, and she knew everything that happened, otherwise how could she call him uncle for no reason?

"That's good" Jiang Taizhe put his mind at ease, and his mind became alive again. "Forgive me now? If I don't forgive, I'll just say," he leaned over and pretended to be vicious.

Looking at Jiang Tae-cheol, who was gradually approaching, and feeling his breathing, Yun'a's face became more and more hot.

"Sika, why don't we go outside for a drink? You're so tired from practicing, I'm in for a treat! A handsome boy with yellow hair said flatteringly.

"Call me Zheng Xiuyan." Jessica's face was full of impatience.

"So Zheng Xiuyan, may I ask you to have something to drink?" The boy is still unrelenting, and his face is dead.

"Okay." Jessica was helpless, she pulled down early after drinking, if it weren't for the trainee seniors, she would have turned her face a long time ago.

The boy was overjoyed, thinking that his long-term efforts had borne fruit, so he happily led her to the nearby hot drink shop.

"Zheng Xiuyan, what's wrong with you?" The boy looked at Jessica, who was standing still, confused.

"Nothing." Jessica bit her lip and looked at the man who had leaned in through the window.

"Then let's go." The boy's hand shamelessly rested on her shoulder.

Jessica's face was full of disgust and disgust, and she was about to slap the hand off, but finally took it back.

Jiang Taizhe looked at Yun'er who was close in front of him, her fair skin was ruddy, like a ripe peach, and people couldn't help but want to take a bite.

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you." Jiang Taizhe wanted to sit back, but Yu Guang glanced at him habitually, and his body trembled.

The body that was about to sit down came over again, and Kang Tae-cheol put his face close to Yun'a, but his eyes were looking somewhere.

She handed him her hand.

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