I really can't act

Chapter 1: Immersive
"Please unlock the achievement medal as soon as possible: [Immersive]."

During the performance class, the line of words appeared in front of Fang Yi again, and at the same time, the mask under his vision kept flickering, and the outline was about the same size as his face.

Fang Yi remained calm, shook his head and closed his eyes again.Medals and masks remain unchanged.The mask is marked yellow to distinguish it from other vision colors.

He stared at the mask, and when his heart moved, the mask was buttoned on his face. He just felt his skin getting cold, and then there was a "beep" sound: "Equipped with the badge [Immersive], newcomers will get a free trial opportunity, whether to use it immediately."

【Yes】

"[Immersive] LV1: You will experience the emotions of the character. Please train and upgrade to unlock more functions."

"Current level 1 [0/100]."

"Fang Yi—please start your performance!"

The overly fat hand waved upwards, carrying the chalk tip to form a parabola for precise guidance. Fang Yi saw the somewhat angry face of the teacher Ren Changhong.

"..."

There was faint laughter in the classroom.

Fang Yi got up and shrugged, walked up to the podium, glanced at the people below, and then turned to read the blackboard writing.

——Classic reappearance.

As the name suggests, veteran actors will like to imitate and interpret classic clips. They each have their own strengths and weaknesses.Especially the teacher who likes to rebroadcast the original film and criticize the students mercilessly.

Much pain comes from comparison, and this seems to be especially true in art.

"Have you read "Migrant Workers"?" Ren Changhong raised his eyebrows.

"Seen."

"Then you act..." The short and thick finger clicked the mouse twice, the screen flashed a few images, and then adjusted to the beginning. After repeating several times, it stopped at a bluestone road with steel bars. "... this paragraph."

——A small climax in the film: the male protagonist Guishun took over the job, pasting the red tiles that had fallen from the school gate, just when he was happy and willing to do it, jingle bells... After school, Guishun's children and their playmates came from school He walked by and suddenly saw him, the child's smiling face froze.

The camera showed Guishun's dark face.

He looked at the child, expecting something and not expecting anything.

……

Take a deep breath.

"Migrant Workers" is a classic of documentary films, and this episode is a classic in the film.Through the eyes of children, the audience feels the embarrassment of manual workers in the social class, and this embarrassment is precisely what many adults take for granted and never question.

As a father, Guishun expects the call of the child; as a father, he is afraid of the call of the child.

However, as a father, how can we be afraid?

This seems to be contrary to human nature.

The emotions of the former can still be replaced and imitated by other experiences of the performer, but it is difficult to empathize with the latter because the experience of the actor is not related to it.

If you haven't been hammered by society, how can you perform ups and downs?

"Bang bang!" In order to emphasize his own words, Ren tapped on the painted metal podium, cadenced, "Fang Yi—although this is the first time this film has been taught in class, in fact, you privately... everyone must Have you seen it..."

Ren Changhong stared fixedly at Fang Yi's pretty face, seeing him tighten his lips, frown slightly, but still stand upright like a pine tree.

——Suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and secretly felt that he was exuding a villain's light inexplicably, and he couldn't help straightening his waist, causing the belt to strangle his flesh.

It was difficult for him to spread his eyes to other people in the audience.

It is a group of Tianlinggai who have a tacit understanding to repay the teacher.

It is obvious that Ren Laomo intends to draw another lucky audience to come on stage to make a fool of himself and be a talking point for everyone. It is not long before the start of school, so it is better to protect oneself wisely.

In the PK of art, there may not be winners, but there must be losers.

Standing with classmate Fang, and the show hasn't started yet, if he doesn't wear a mask, you are already a loser.

Ren Changhong was stunned, and turned his head to look at Shang Fangyi. These were a pair of ancient well, clear and clean eyes. Ren Wei opened his lips for half a second. Before he could speak, he could only hear:
"I've seen it, I've seen it many times."

A declarative sentence with a low tone.The tone is slightly different from before, a little... mechanical.

Are you too nervous?

Young man, young man.

Poor mentality, immature, still need... beating, beating, beating.

Ren Changhong temporarily put it on hold, "Then you are ready to go, and the performance will begin immediately." He took the bench and sat in the front row, leaving a large empty podium, leaving Fang Yi standing alone, with black heads all under him. Like the weeds that grow out of the barren land, there are all kinds of weeds.

"Don't be nervous, now, we are all your children..."

The sound was extremely slow and long, and it made people fall asleep. Fang Yi also closed his eyes and brewed his emotions, until a faintly inaudible sentence:

"The show begins..."

Open your eyes.

In the field of vision is a magnificent green iron gate with vertical and sharp prismatic side rails. On the outer sides, the marble covered with red porcelain is arched. At first glance, it looks like a flowing banner. The door is even more shiny.

Only a large piece of precious red porcelain fell off, which is not very elegant.

The weather is fine today.

Guishun on the steel frame was staring at the vague reflection of himself on the tiles, quite dazed. He randomly found that he was still holding a trowel tightly in his hand, and below that, on the raised second-floor platform, there was a bucket of mud , a stack of red porcelain.

He is laying tiles.

So I walked over and raised my hand with familiarity, and stuck a piece of mud on it. This is muscle memory.

Accidentally spilled some, and the mud fell to the bottom of the second floor. He was patrolling the security hat. The security guard took a look and pulled his throat in anger: "Gui Shun! Gui Shun! You don't have eyes?"

Who is "Guishun", but he knows that he is referring to himself, and he repeatedly apologizes.This security guard is also a local, and he cares most about the cleanliness of his uniform, let alone the top one.

"Alas—unlucky." The security guard saw his muddy appearance, softened his words, and turned back to try to wipe it clean.

After cleaning for a while, all the bricks were pasted up, Guishun clapped his hands seeing his work, he earned a lot of money today.

I have to bring some stewed vegetables back home, but I have to go down and wash my hands first.

Ladders, I need ladders.

His eyes fell on the security room.

"Dingling~~Dingling~"

The bell for the end of get out of class was rather urgent. According to the time, at this moment... Guishun suddenly remembered that school should be over now. He still has a child who is studying here and has just entered school. The classroom closest to the door on the first floor, On the first day of school, the child's mother sent it to him and told him about the situation when he came back.

Guishun became anxious and wanted to go down immediately, slapped the steel bar and said, "Ladder, give me the ladder, I have to go down!"

The security guard came out following the bell, "Why are you in a hurry, I haven't opened the school gate yet?"

"Where's my ladder?" Guishun asked again.

"ladder?"

The security guard opened the lock and tried to push the door. The heavy school gate made him gasp for breath alone, and smiled: "You want to come down if the students don't finish walking? Do you want to block your ladder from the school gate? Guishun, I understand you, don't you?" To understand my work, you must at least understand these schoolchildren, right? They are rushing back to eat!"

He said again: "I remember your doll is also studying here, right? Don't you feel sorry for your doll?"

Guishun had already seen through the gap that the face of the child who came out first was strange and cute, although he didn't recognize him, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

"I said you'd better wait, waiting for a few minutes will kill you, don't you think so?" When the security guard said this, the door was already completely open.

The children's noises were getting closer.

Guishun's heart was pounding, and he suddenly realized that he was the only one on the second floor, which made him uncomfortable. His hands were covered with dried up muddy water, and of course his face would not look good, it should be black, gray, White, but no color alone.

Maybe they don't recognize me like this.

He watched the children finally emerge from the cracks in the steel bars, and then squatted down, trying his best to cover his face with his torso.

But children are always very curious. When we start from their eyes, we have to notice the person on the second floor, who looks very interesting.

Are you hiding something good?Or need help?
There are more and more people around.

There is a pair of eyes, staring closely at the people on the stage, confused and expecting.The subconscious body language of this figure triggers a sense of familiarity.

Parents who picked up their children also participated, but not out of curiosity, but because they were forced not to leave, and they were even more afraid that their children would become interested in this profession.

Some people are a little excited, so it is inevitable to say a few derogatory words.

"Ligong—" they dragged their voices out, showing disdain, "what's there to see?"

Parents then began to urge security.

The security guard was not an idiot either, seeing Guishun's embarrassment and knowing the pressure, he had no choice but to chase people away and disperse the crowd.

From the gap between the knees, and then through the gap between the steel bars, Guishun saw his child, his eyes met. At that moment, he felt a buzzing in his head, and suddenly let go of his face, subconsciously wanting to cry. ecstasy:

me!It's me!

Then, sweep to the child's side, surrounded by other playmates, and the parents of these playmates. These adults may not be high-ranking officials, but at least they are well-dressed at this moment.

The overflowing ecstasy beat back more violently like a tide.

Guishun buried his face so that no one would recognize him.

"..." The silence lasted for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a cheerful voice.

　The author's writing status is relatively slow, and he will constantly adjust the story and writing method according to the feedback, so generally the more he writes, the better.I wrote this entertainment article before, and the average order of more than 300 people reached nearly [-], but it was a pity that it was stopped abruptly because of the god of river crabs.

　　
　
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