Although anime inspired me in its unique form and did not make me forget my dreams, in reality, I didn't do much to act. I also thought about writing a script, but I didn't write it from my freshman year to my sophomore year. I have a camera, but to me it's a tool for students to fork. In this way, while relying on anime to fight chicken blood, I sank in the dull study life, until I received a text message from Sister Chao.

At this time, Sister Chao was already the head of the drama troupe, and because of the influence of Jialiu, the school's orientation party had not been arranged. Now that everything is on track, we will try to do all the activities that should have been held in previous years this year. I think that's why the theater troupe is probably preparing for the show. Sister Chao didn't say anything specifically, but was in a hurry to let me go. It stands to reason that if an old man like me does not plan to take up a position in the regiment, he does not need to participate in the general affairs of the regiment, and basically belongs to the state of voluntary withdrawal from the regiment. If Sister Chao can think of me, she must treat me as her own, and I replied to her without saying a word, "Okay." ”

According to the text message prompt from Sister Chao, I came to the rehearsal room, where there were already many people, in addition to the old members I knew in my freshman year, there were a few new faces, looking like new arrivals. After greeting everyone, we waited for Sister Chao's dispatch together. It turned out that Sister Chao had a drama with the theme of the Anti-Japanese War that needed to be rehearsed, and she had to perform on the street, and the performance time was very tight, and it was not ideal to find a few new members to interview for the role, so she could only ask us old members with stage experience to help. In this case, there is nothing to say about this kind of double-ribbed knife, and it will be over.

Sister Chao gave us the script and asked me to play the role of the commander of the Eighth Route Army, and I was paired with Brother Bo, who came on stage together in my freshman year. Bo Ge is from the School of Chemical Engineering and is from Guangdong. Both of us are fat, so after the super sister assigned the role, I feel that our temperament is a little incompatible with the hard and simple style of the Eighth Route Army. After Brother Bo's introduction, it turned out that those unfamiliar faces were his classmates, and they thought the drama troupe was very interesting and came to see it together. I don't know, one of them is still my fellow villager in Zhejiang, and it is a surprise to hear the cordial Wu Nong's soft language in a foreign land thousands of miles away.

Although a group of veteran members were gathered, Sister Chao was still worried about our show. I didn't know how to comfort her, so I started the line with Brother Bo:

"Commander, the devil is catching up."

"You take someone to cover the villagers to withdraw first, and I will break it later."

"No, Commander, it's too dangerous for you to do this."

"Don't say any more, or it'll be too late."

"Commander, but ......"

"Execute the order!" Before I knew it, I was in the role and shouted this line with a full breath.

The classroom was silent for a moment, and everyone was looking at us. My roar instantly gave Sister Chao full confidence, and the sorrow on her face was finally stretched. Sister Chao came over and said to our two chubby "regiment leaders" and "chief of staff": "This show depends on the two of you!" ”

Hearing Sister Chao praise me like this, I immediately began to be proud, and desperately guided Brother Bo to repeat those lines constantly, so that I could shout a few more times, and then establish a great and glorious image in Sister Super's heart.

I thought that I would be able to perform on stage again soon, and the small universe in my heart was ignited, and I began to watch "Bright Sword" to learn from Li Yunlong, imagining myself as a real commander of the Eighth Route Army. But the strange thing is that since that line, Boge and I haven't rehearsed together, and there is no news of a performance in the troupe. I asked them about the situation, and they either replied that the time was delayed or that there was a problem with the script and that they needed to change, so I was asked to wait. I looked for Bo Ge, and he didn't have any news. Later, it was said that our original script was too serious to be performed on the street, so it was replaced with a spoof version of the anti-Japanese war-themed program. Alas, another spoof...... Forget it, after all, I can still be on stage, and I accept this fact.

Brother Bo didn't have time to rehearse because of their college's other arrangements, so his classmate Ah Huan volunteered to play with me. And I also changed from the "Commander of the Eighth Route Army" to a Japanese soldier called "Heel Bottom". Because it's a spoof, the character I'm going to play needs to be lewd, stupid, and brainless. In fact, from the inside, I am still very resistant, and the truly strong do not need to show their strength by belittling the enemy. Thinking about it this way, we still have to do it, and since we have taken this job, we have to do it well. There is no distinction between high and low roles, if you can play it well, you will be brilliant, so I began to learn how to be a lewd Japanese soldier, and the first thing I could think of was "Raise Your Hand" and "Clever Escape": Luo Huan Lean, Flower Girl, shoot and shout Baga.

As the days passed, our performance plans were postponed and the script was constantly revised, until in the end I saw it and stopped having illusions about performing on stage. Later, we got the exact news that the show was cancelled. Sister Chao expressed regret for this and apologized to me. I also understand that after all, the school still has to consider the issue of safety and influence, and Super Sister can't have the final say, and my small universe has returned to calm.

For our rehearsals, Sister Chao didn't want us to do useless work, she laboriously organized a talent show of the art troupe, and asked each sub-troupe to put out a show. Our drama troupe is now arranging our show, and it is clear that we are going to be on it. It's just that since we received the notice of the cancellation of the show, we have stopped rehearsing and have forgotten all about the lines. But we can't live up to the good intentions of Sister Super, so we still bite the bullet. While other sub-troupes were performing, Ah Huan and I made props, guns, and hats out of newspapers, thinking of ourselves as Japanese soldiers.

When it was finally our turn, all the members of the troupe applauded enthusiastically, and Ah Huan and I began to improvise with the remnants of the script. The people in the other sub-troupes were all stunned, but the members of our theater troupe kept applauding, as if this interaction on and off the stage was our real performance. Still, we all have fun. Ah Huan and I are addicted to going on stage, and the members of the drama troupe in the audience have successfully filled other sub-troupes with question marks, and Sister Chao has also made up for the regrets in her heart.

Although in the end, my performance was not quite what I expected, and I was finally saved by the victim, who thought I was going to save the scene. However, this experience made me not lose my interest in acting, and I was able to feel that I still have some talent for acting.

It was snowing heavily again, and when I returned to the dormitory, I took out my camera, put it in the tape I had taken, and watched it one by one......