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Director Cheng Gang nodded: "Yes, it basically showed emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, and fear, but the performance is not natural enough, I will give you eight points."

The students suddenly became nervous. In the eyes of everyone, Yang Qiushi's performance, whether it was the connection of the plot or the change of expression, was perfect——

The result is only eight points? !

What a wonderful work!

No, let everyone wait for a long time. Next, the students saw the effect of a very good performance.

It was Ai Qingqing who took the stage. The performance of the Tanchun script she wrote last time was at the bottom. Because she was a screenwriter, she added an extra point, which was a little higher than Yang Qiushi.

Because he didn't play the leading role, he was a little lower than other team members.

This is a delicate girl, wearing a white half-sleeve shirt and a dark blue skirt, she looks like a female student who came out of the Republic of China.

She bowed to Cheng Gang first, and then started her performance.

She picked up a piece of paper, covered her mouth in disbelief, opened her eyes wide, looked and looked again and again until she was sure, big tears rolled out of her eyes, but there was still a smile on her face, "I got the exam Yes! I finally got admitted to HKU!"

As soon as the voice fell, she seemed to have been cast a body-holding technique, maintaining the expression of weeping with joy and the posture of holding the paper, as if time was frozen at this moment.

Just as all the students were staring at this strange scene, Wang Yu was the first to call out: "She is spinning! Look at her feet!"

Receiving Wang Yu's reminder, Song Huanxi immediately looked at the frozen girl's feet. As Wang Yu said, Ai Qingqing's feet were turning slowly!

Ai Qingqing's skirt covered her feet, and she looked like a spinning figurine on a music box, turning little by little, which was very interesting.

Under the surprised eyes of the students, Ai Qingqing turned 180 degrees. Now her back is facing the students. Soon, she turned 180 degrees again.

Ai Qingqing's face changed!

From the initial joy, it turned into a furious expression!
The trainees couldn't help screaming, and one of the trainees' voice was especially loud: "Oh my god, she looks like the wax figure I saw in Madame Tussauds in London!"

In the next second, Ai Qingqing came back to life. She strode forward, and when she reached the students in the first row, she bent down fiercely!

The ferocious face was almost pressed against the face of the student in the front row, and the student was so frightened that his body was pressed against the back of the chair, motionless.

"I was replaced?!"

"I studied hard for 10 years and finally got admitted to Hong Kong City University. Now tell me—"

"I was replaced by an impostor?!"

Just when the students in the first row turned pale with fright and almost fainted, Ai Qingqing froze again.

What turned to the students again was a face with closed eyes and tears.

Where the eyes met, tears rushed down like a waterfall, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with confusion, without any focus:

"Father, you broke your promise—"

"You agreed, you want to watch my daughter get married, and watch me give birth to a little girl!"

Ai Qingqing's body slowly softened, and she fell to the ground, her crying gradually subsided, but it made the listener feel sad, "Liar, woooo—"

Song Huanxi quietly took out a handkerchief, wiped his eyes——

She misses Dad.

Ai Qingqing sat on the ground and turned around again. The students were amazed. Ai Qingqing didn't know where she learned the skill of turning this hand, but it was considered a unique skill.

When she turned around again, there was a peaceful smile on her face again, holding a ball of clothes in her hands, she patted the ball of clothes lightly, with a gentle look and a gentle tone: "Ninny, little nannie, sleep sweetly, long high-"

Her head suddenly turned to the side, and Ai Qingqing yelled in pain: "Don't grab Grandma's hair."

She stretched her right hand forward and held the baby's fist: "Be good~"

After coaxing the child, she raised her head subconsciously. The next second, Ai Qingqing hugged the child, shrank back, and shouted in horror: "Father?!"

Many people called out directly, including Song Huanxi. It can only be said that it is really exciting!

"Crack, snap, snap—"

The sound of applause came from the podium in front, and Cheng Gang was not stingy with his appreciation, and praised: "The performance is very good! I give you a full score of [-]!"

The students were in an uproar. Just now, Yang Qiushi's performance was perfect, but he only got eight points in the end.

Although Ai Qingqing's performance is novel and eye-catching, the gap with Yang Qiushi is not a full score, an eighth!

The students discussed one after another, and Cheng Gang patiently explained: "I just want to ask you one thing. After class, or even at night, will you remember Yang Qiushi's performance or Ai Qingqing's performance?"

that--

Of course it must be Ai Qingqing's performance.

That sound of daddy gave goosebumps to everyone who yelled.

Cheng Gang added: "Student Ai's performance spans a long time, but she has found a new way to express emotions in a fixed-frame manner, which is deeply memorable."

"Aren't the five faces of classmate Ai branded in your mind?"

Students, nodded again.

If so, after Cheng Gang's two explanations, the students finally recognized Ai Qingqing's performance, thinking that she deserved the perfect score.

When director Cheng Gang called the next contestant, the students realized belatedly, shit, Ai Qingqing directly increased the difficulty of the exam by herself!

It's like a Chinese teacher approving a test paper. When he sees a composition that is extremely exciting, he thinks about it and gives it a full score. When he reads the next composition, he can't help but compare it with the full-score composition.

Song Huanxi was also worried, wanting to focus on emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, and fear, and to concentrate on a unified event. Countless thoughts came to her mind, but she always felt that none of them were strong enough to make a final decision.

At this moment, she felt someone kick the chair, and then Wang Yu's voice sounded: "I'm knocking on the door! Knock on the door!"

Song Huanxi glanced at the performers on the stage, and turned her pretty face slightly: "What's the matter?"

Wang Yu looked sad: "This is too difficult, I really can't write it, can you help me?"

Song Huanxi: "...how can I help?"

Wang Yu smiled wickedly: "It's very simple, you write it! I'll act it!"

Song Huanxi was about to refuse subconsciously, but Wang Yu said again: "Anyway, director Cheng Gang didn't make a rule, and he must write the script himself."

Wang Yu noticed that Song Huanxi was slightly disturbed, and immediately hit the snake with the stick, "You are so smart, write a small script, sprinkle water!"

Wang Yu clasped his hands together and bowed again and again, Song Huanxi couldn't help laughing, but finally agreed--she also wanted to see where her upper limit was!
In the next second, Qin Haoyang's voice sounded in front of him: "I want it too! I can't write it either!"

Don't you all remember Ai Qingqing?
Screenwriter Xiaomiao 009