Tao Yuehua sat in Zhang Yue's seat and found that she was fascinated by what she heard. Art forms such as dramas, dramas, and film and television dramas were not unusual for Tao Yuehua. She had grown up in this atmosphere since she was a child, but cross talk was not new to her.
There are very few contacts.
Although he has not had much exposure, Tao Yuehua knows the difficulty of performing this art form. The biggest difference between cross talk and sketches is that in sketches, characters are brought to the stage. The audience can see at a glance what they are wearing, but cross talk does not have such convenience.
It's just you and your partner, with no other props except a piece of wood and a folding fan. If you want to capture the audience's heart, it depends purely on the actor's skill. In cross talk lingo, this is called "work". If "work" doesn't work, you will deserve it.
Not being able to eat is a cruel reality.
Judging from the expressions of the students around me, it is obvious that they have listened. In a few words, they can bring the audience into their own rhythm. This is your ability!
The expression on Han Fei's face also looked very confused, just like everyone present: "Yes, why didn't he come? My second brother was anxious, so he drew a note...
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Zhang Yue was a little confused: "Wait, why are you drawing a note?"
"Yes, my second brother can't read, he can only draw."
"Oh~~~"
Everyone looked like they were suddenly enlightened.
Han Fei continued: "What did you draw? It drew a little man with his back bent, one hand covering his mouth, and the other covering his butt. I looked confused."
Not to mention that he was confused, his classmates were also confused, and Zhang Yue was secretly thinking about what this painting meant.
"My second brother finished the painting and sent a child at the door to deliver it to this person. What happened?"
"The child came back. No one brought him with him, but he also brought back a note. When I saw the painting, what was it? It was also a painting of a birdcage. There was a tortoise in the birdcage, and the tortoise's head was sticking out of the birdcage.
Standing, the bastard is in the bird cage
Next, he looked and said, ok, let’s not wait for him anymore, let’s eat, I said, don’t mention it, second brother, you just drew a little man with his back bent, one hand covering his mouth, the other covering his butt, what?
What do you mean? I still don’t understand.” Han Fei scratched his head and looked very anxious.
"Stop being so pretentious and say it quickly, I'm so anxious!" Some students couldn't help it.
Tao Yuehua glanced at the expressions of his classmates and found that all of them were looking at Han Fei eagerly. It was obvious that they were all impatient. This was a sign of being fully immersed in the character. He couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue. It seemed that everyone was attracted by this.
The story is attractive, but in fact, the atmosphere created by Han Fei is so good that people can't help but fall in. It seems simple, but in fact, the lines and performances are indispensable.
Zhang Yue couldn't help but give a big exclamation point in her heart: Is it true that this guy participated in the third male lead in the movie during the summer vacation?
Han Fei saw that the preparation was almost done, so he shook off the baggage without any delay.
"My second brother said: Hi, I told him to treat him to dinner in the afternoon."
"Oh, covering one's buttocks with feelings means covering one's back?"
Zhang Yue suddenly saw Han Fei's movements and pushed him, and said angrily: "You cover your back and point over there."
"Haha~~~" The students laughed wildly.
Han Fei stumbled. Of course, this was all staged. He was not so unstable. He also praised Zhang Yue's wit. Although it was his first time performing cross talk, his ability to improvise was still great.
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Zhang Yue asked again: "Oh, it's afternoon when you cover your buttocks. Then he painted a birdcage with a tortoise inside. The tortoise's head is sticking out of the birdcage, and the tortoise's body is inside the birdcage. What does this mean?"
Han Fei slapped his thigh: "Hey, he told me, he probably can't get out." After saying that, in order to let the students feel more intuitively, he made a turtle shell shape with his hands.
Everyone was laughing like crazy, covering their backs =Wu Wu, Dagai =Probably, this is really a talent, how did this guy come up with it?
"Teacher Tao, can you read it?" Han Fei asked.
Tao Yuehua took the lead in applauding, and then the whole class remembered that they were not in a small cross talk theater. This skill was really too strong.
"Your plot should be more than that, right?" Tao Yuehua asked with a smile.
Han Fei nodded and didn't hide anything: "There is still a long section to follow, but it is still being created and it is not mature yet, so I won't show off my shame for now."
"It's already great." Tao Yuehua secretly smacked his lips. Unexpectedly, this was truly the boy's original work. Two words flashed through his mind - genius.
Amid the applause of their classmates, Han Fei and Zhang Yue each returned to their seats. However, I don't know if it was Han Fei's misunderstanding, but I felt that Zhang Yue looked at him in a more confused way.
Next, the students also performed the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, each showing their magical powers. Even Jin Boyuan performed a piece of Peking Opera, not to mention that he was a bit old-fashioned. Overall, Tao Yuehua was quite satisfied with everyone's performance.
"Everyone is doing well and has made great progress compared to the freshman year. However, there are also some who seem to be regressing. I hope this student can calm down..."
Although Tao Yuehua didn't name her, everyone was not stupid, so they naturally knew that she was talking about Hu Caini. To be honest, Hu Caini's performance could not be said to be bad, but compared with the first semester, she always felt that she was a little less energetic and her performance tended to be superficial.
After the disbandment, Hu Caini left the classroom angrily. The once proud girl was now being named and criticized, which was obviously hard for her to accept.
Han Fei came out of the classroom, stretched out, and was about to walk around for a while. Jin Boyuan and the others couldn't stand the scorching heat and were going back to the dormitory to turn on the air conditioner.
All the way to the lake, the sunshine faded to the middle of the lake at around four o'clock, the breeze blew through the willows by the lake, and the fragrance of shampoo came from the side.
"I remember that girls' dormitories don't seem to go this way?" Han Fei was still impressed by the scent.
The corner of Zhang Yue's mouth raised 45 degrees: "I remember that the boys' dormitory didn't take this route either."
"I said, we are not suitable for each other." Han Fei sat helplessly on the lawn.
Zhang Yue actually sat behind him without caring about his image. She seemed a little dissatisfied and bumped him hard back: "How do you know it's not suitable if you haven't tried it?"
"Hey, Miss, do you mean to force me to commit a crime? If you don't mind, I can do it at any time." Han Fei showed a smirk on his lips.
"Bah, you are so beautiful. I just said that we can try dating. What are you thinking about?" Zhang Yue spat, her face turning red with embarrassment.
Han Fei shook his head and sighed: "Then, what is the ultimate goal of dating? Don't tell me, what kind of platonic love do you believe in? Literary youth is a disease that must be cured!"
"Huh, I'm too lazy to tell you, you're just a common person!" Zhang Yue stood up, patted the grass on the corner of her skirt, and left with a hum.