Chapter 441 A Rural Man Who Doesn't Know How to Appreciate Art?

Gu Huanting felt that her face was very itchy.

I don't know if it's because I danced too hard, and sweat flowed down my forehead to my cheeks, so that my cheeks were irritated and a little uncomfortable.

She spun the dance steps, her long sleeves trying to cover her face, and then quickly scratched twice.

Whew-

Finally more comfortable, less itchy.

There are a few more difficult actions in the future, if she dances well, the director may be able to extend the interview of only half a minute to three minutes, so that she can dance the entire "Drunken Fairy Dance" and completely amaze the audience.

She couldn't help but glance at Xi Zuer outside the door again, and found that Xi Zuer didn't look at her at all, but lowered her eyes and fiddled with the phone and watch, not knowing whose information she was looking at.

Hum.

Gu Huanting said in her heart, rural people who don't know how to appreciate art!

This kind of native county girl doesn't know that others are beyond your reach.

She withdrew her gaze and continued to whirl.

She has practiced ballet and folk dance since she was a child, and she is very confident in her level

However.

Just when she was full of confidence, ready to show off the most proud dance moves that her aunt had choreographed for her.

Director Ma Xiaogang suddenly shouted: "Stop!" ”

Gu Huanting thought she had misheard.

She danced so wonderfully, it was only a few tens of seconds, how could she stop?

So she continued to show off.

This time, Ma Xiaogang's tone was a little stern and impatient: "Let you stop, Gu Huanting!" ”

Even though in the eyes of others, Gu Huanting is the eldest lady, but in Ma Xiaogang's eyes, she is a newcomer who comes for an interview, and he treats everyone equally.

"Director, you, do you think that I can show my level by dancing these, right?" Gu Huanting is still full of hope.

"Well, that's enough."

"The director, can I play Nuwa Niangniang's matter......

Zhao Jin, the assistant director next to him, was satisfied: "I think it's good!" What do you think? ”

Who knew that Ma Xiaogang poured cold water on his head: "Her level is obviously incompetent." ”

Zhao Jin: "......" The temper of this old horse is really smelly and hard from the stones of the pit. Didn't you look at the girl, you said you cried fast?

Gu Huanting was stunned, her eyes were red: "Director, is my dancing not good?" ”

Ma Xiaogang said succinctly: "It's not the feeling I want in the play." ”

Gu Huanting inexplicably felt that her face was more itchy, it must have been the director who lost her face in public, and her face was feverish!

She worked hard: "Director, this drunken fairy dance was danced by Nuwa Niangniang for her brother, it must be charming and seductive, I have worked hard to figure out the character and performance of the characters, what do you think feels wrong?" ”

Ma Xiaogang: "Nothing is right! Nuwa's costumes, facial expressions, dance moves, and even your skin color are not right! The whole feeling is wrong. ”

Directly and completely deny!

Gu Huanting staggered and touched her face.

Ignore other accusations, but this face is absolutely perfect, it is beautified by a medical beauty bracelet, and she almost fell in love with herself when she went out and looked in the mirror.

And the kind of eyes that assistant director Zhao Jin looked at her just now, it is obviously the eyes of men who are interested in women, what's wrong with her, what's not beautiful?

"Bang-"

The glass door was pushed open.

A man wearing a black hoodie with a cool temperament walked in, and unceremoniously, pointed out the details that Ma Xiaogang was too lazy to explain:

"Your dance is unprofessional. You mainly study ballet, right? The folk dance has only learned a superficial appearance, and the dance is still the Western aesthetic set, desperately showing the female characteristics of the body, and the so-called enchanting figure. You can play a dancer with these skills, but Nuwa Niangniang? I'm sorry, please don't desecrate the image of the noble Nuwa Niangniang in my heart. You don't fit. ”