"How's it going on the crew?" On the second day after returning to school, Zhang Yuanjun found Teacher Wang Jinsong to cancel his leave, and the teacher asked him.

"It's okay, it's fun, acting turns out to be like this." Zhang Yuanjun replied.

Over the years, Wang Jinsong has asked countless students the same question, but Zhang Yuanjun is the only one who said that filming is fun.

Teacher Wang was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to respond, so he could only say: "It seems that you are quite confident, it is a good thing to have confidence, will you go back to class in the afternoon or tomorrow?" ”

"In the afternoon, I don't have anything to do, I've missed too many classes, I have to make up for it quickly."

Wang Jinsong was very happy that Zhang Yuanjun could say this.

The sophomore year is almost over, and the students in the acting department have long been ambitious, and very few people can calm down and go to class.

"Alright, you can take a good class later."

"Teacher Wang, this is for you." Zhang Yuanjun put a purple clay pot on the table.

Yixing purple clay pot is well-known at home and abroad, and Zhang Yuanjun bought one to give to the teacher as a souvenir.

"I have a heart." The pot in front of him has an average shape, and it can be clearly seen that it is an assembly line product, but after all, it is a piece of the student's heart, and Wang Jinsong accepted it.

"Teacher," seeing that the teacher accepted the gift, Zhang Yuanjun took the opportunity to say, "I heard that Zhang Jizhong is choosing a role......

Before Zhang Yuanjun finished speaking, Wang Jinsong smiled and said: "I just said that you kid didn't hold back any good farts when he gave gifts." I really can't help you with this, so you better take classes steadily. ”

Zhang Yuanjun said with a smile: "If you can't help, you can't help, why are you still in a hurry, this old man." ”

When Wang Jinsong was about to raise his eyebrows and glare, Zhang Yuanjun hurriedly said goodbye: "You are busy, I'm leaving, go back to class on time in the afternoon!" ”

Zhang Yuanjun carried his large bags of luggage back to school.

"No," Zhang Laosan didn't have anything to say as soon as he came back, "The buddies have come back after playing the leading role, and you haven't received the play yet?" ”

Isn't it, the dormitory is not left behind.

"How did you guys mess up?"

"Fuck off!" Lu Fang scolded loudly, "If you are so cheap, you will be beaten to death sooner or later." ”

Zhang Yuanjun asked while cleaning up, "What class is in the afternoon?" ”

"Script."

Zhang Yuanjun didn't seem to hear it, and after cleaning up, he beckoned: "Do you want to take a bath?" ”

"Who's going to take a shower with you at noon?"

"Brewing, steaming, rubbing, take-out massage and massage, one-stop service, I please!"

"Boss atmosphere!" The crowd was not polite and began to pack their clothes.

A group of four people, each carrying a bag on his back, walked outside the school.

The school also has a bathhouse, but the service is certainly not as good as the outside bathing center.

Zhang Yuanjun, a southerner, took a long time to get used to the bathhouse in the north, and after getting used to it, he fell in love with this way of bathing.

Now in June, the weather has begun to get hot, but everyone still has a beautiful bath.

The four of them soaked in a pool, and Zhang Yuanjun listened to his roommates talk about what happened at school during his absence; The three of them also listened to Zhang Yuanjun tell interesting things that happened in the crew of "No. 1 in the World".

"I am not in the same group as Huang Shengyi, and we rarely meet." The roommates asked him about this "star girl" senior sister.

"The school said that he was a big boss, is it true?"

"I don't know where to go." Zhang Yuanjun really didn't know, "She finished her work early, didn't she go back to school?" ”

"Our little minion, where can I see her."

"This is sour," Zhang Yuanjun covered his face with a towel, "You are just jealous of other people's good grades." ”

"You're not jealous?"

"To be honest, it was a bit at first." signed a contract with Zhou Xingchi and starred in "Kung Fu", this achievement, it is normal to envy others.

"But, I feel that Huang Shengyi won't be in Zhou Xingchi's hands for long. Sooner or later, the two turned their faces. ”

"How?"

"There are no eggs under the nest, in the context of the decline of the Hong Kong circle, Zhou Xingchi is not immune, at this time to sign Hong Kong Island, entering the Hong Kong circle is tantamount to joining the national army in 49."

The decline of the Hong Kong circle is a consensus, but many people think that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the mainland market has not yet risen, and there are still many people who are willing to enter the Hong Kong circle.

"Zhou Xingchi is a well-known drama bully, and his movies have only one protagonist, which is himself. Sign Zhou Xingchi can't get out. ”

"If you don't sign Zhou Xingchi, you won't have any good resources if you sign the mainland." This is also true, now good resources are still monopolized by several major directors and companies, and in the film market, there are few people who can return to their original costs, let alone make money.

"There are definitely resources on Hong Kong Island, but we couldn't get them in the past. Huang Shengyi, the dumb girl, is estimated to be the best role that a mainland actor can get on Hong Kong Island in the past two years.

"Now the market is not good, stay up, survive the past few years, and when the environment is good, there will definitely be filming." After Zhang Yuanjun finished speaking, he called the bath master and enjoyed it.

"Master, you light, I've been injured before."

After washing for more than an hour, the four of them walked out of the bathing center easily and found a casual restaurant to eat.

"I've invited you to take a bath, you have to invite me for dinner, don't you give you the wind?" Zhang Yuanjun mixed a meal to eat.

After eating, the group walked back.

"Liu Songren is very good, and he speaks Mandarin well......" Zhang Yuanjun said, pushing open the door and entering, "Why are you here?" ”

Who else could it be, Liu Yifei.

She went back to school a week early.

"Get up, get up, don't sit on my bed." Zhang Yuanjun hurried her up to the chair, "I have to give advice to the dormitory manager, how can I let the girls in casually." ”

"How did you get in?" Zhu Yawen asked Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei sat down on a chair, put her hand on the backrest, and said, "I just said that I came in to find someone, and then my aunt let me in." ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that."

"Then I went to the women's dormitory last month and said to find someone, why didn't the aunt over there let me in." Zhu Yawen said.

"Who knows if you're really looking for someone."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yuanjun made his bed and asked.

"Where's my stuff?" Liu Yifei stretched out her hand.

"What's that?"

"What about the words you promised to write to me?"

Zhang Yuanjun promised Liu Yifei to give her a copy of "Orchid Pavilion Preface".

Zhang Yuanjun didn't forget, and took out the paper tube from the cabinet: "Take it, just write it and don't frame it, remember to return the paper tube to me tomorrow." ”

Liu Yifei opened the paper tube, took out the word sheet and spread it out: "It's so beautiful." ”

"You understand, you understand."

"Why can't I understand it, isn't it the first line of books in the world, you see this and this, and this hook."

"Then you comment on this picture." Zhang Yuanjun said.

"This ......"

Liu Yifei was dumbfounded, so she suddenly looked at some popular science materials of calligraphy, and she definitely couldn't pass the test here in Zhang Yuanjun.

"It's good anyway." Liu Yifei didn't want to say, "You're boring." ”

"Won't you leave after taking the word?" Zhang Yuanjun issued an eviction order.

"In the afternoon script class, where can I go when I leave? I'll sit here for a while, and I'll go to class later. Liu Yifei even brought the book.

"I have to scold you to let your mother know that you are sitting in the boys' dormitory like this."

"No way, my mother is kind to me, so she won't scold me. I'm in class and out of class now, and she doesn't care about me anymore. ”

"17, still watching in and out of class?" Zhu Yawen said with a smile.

After chatting for a few words, I saw that Zhang Yuanjun didn't speak. He was cramming to read the script that was going to be told in the afternoon.

Thanks to the study of calligraphy, Zhang Yuanjun has a solid foundation in literature and history.

He understands texts quickly and accurately.

This advantage is especially prominent in the sophomore script class.

Seriously, seven out of ten art students in this group are scumbags, and the combined scores of high school Chinese and history exams are less than 120 points, and many of them have poor text comprehension skills.

Here is a name to criticize Liu Yifei.

Zhang Yuanjun sometimes suspects that her brain is different from others.

She has strange brain circuits, and her understanding of a text will be skewed in detail.

Through the text, she sometimes can't grasp or misgrasp the logic of the characters' psychology and emotions.

This can lead to errors in her expression, and the audience will question her performance.

Liu Yifei has always had this problem in acting before the age of 30.

Zhang Yuanjun had been reading silently until before class in the afternoon, when everyone went to the classroom together.