On Saturday, Fang Jing visited the Lihai Music High School.
He asked Luo Yongchang to train these students. He didn't know what was going on now. He came over to take a look. It won't be long before the shooting of Flash Girl begins. He didn't want something to go wrong by then.
These students have not received professional acting training, so it may be difficult for them to make movies all at once.
"Do you know what is the most important thing for an actor? Be careful, be careful. You can't act like this. Let me play it for you again. Hello, senior brother."
"Although it is just a simple line, the inner drama must be full, with joy on the face, small movements to keep up, a raise of the brow, a curl of the mouth, and the devilish coolness is amazing, do you understand?"
"Xiao Jiang, please understand the queen style. This line of yours is going to convey the aura of a queen with three thousand harem oppas. Please think about it carefully."
In an empty classroom, Fu Xiaotang was spitting, holding a book and talking non-stop. There were thirty or forty students standing around, all of whom were young actresses.
If anyone didn't perform well, Fu Xiaotang would personally teach him step by step, as if you were so stupid and it would be very tiring for me to teach him.
"Xiaotang, where did you learn these things? I've never seen you read performance-related books."
"That's a good question." Fu Xiaotang glanced at Duan Qingxue appreciatively, put his arm around her shoulders, and said proudly: "This is talent."
"Director Luo said that I have the heart of an actor. I am a born actor. If you don't join the industry, you will have to do it. Once you join the industry, you will become a movie star in minutes. It will be a matter of time before you break out of Asia and go international."
"Wow, you are so powerful? If you become popular in the future, don't forget us."
"Sister Xiaotang, please cover me!"
"I will hang out with you from now on, but you have to protect me."
"Calm down, calm down. We are all classmates. I will definitely not forget you all when we become famous in the future."
Pressing her hands, Fu Xiaotang looked like a big leader and couldn't hide the smile on his face. Ever since Luo Yongchang handed over the position of leader of the acting team to her, this kind of scene would happen every three to five times.
Seeing all the students' smiles frozen and looking at him one after another, Fu Xiaotang wondered, "Why are you all looking at me like that? Don't you know me?"
"Queen of the movie, please protect me whenever you can." From behind, Fang Jing said slowly.
Fu Xiaotang turned around, his smile froze, "Teacher Fang, why are you here? You didn't even say hello so I could pick you up."
"No, you are a future actress. I can't afford it. By the way, you should also give me some training. I am very curious about the heart of an actor. I have never heard of it."
Looking at the book in Fu Xiaotang's hand, Fang Jing took it over and took a look. The Actor's Self-cultivation was still a pirated version, with Master Xing on the cover.
"Haha, what an actor's heart is, that's just what I said, and it can't be taken seriously."
The most embarrassing thing in the world is to have your bragging exposed. Fu Xiaotang waved his hand and smiled reluctantly, "Teacher Fang, are you here for class? No, there is no class today."
"I was passing by and came to see you." Fang Jing casually flipped through the book, shook his head, and returned the book with three pages of notes to Fu Xiaotang, "Where is Director Luo?"
"He went to have breakfast and said he wanted me to take everyone for training and he would be here shortly."
Raising his hand and looking at his watch, Fang Jing raised his eyebrows. It was already nine o'clock. Isn't this breakfast a bit late? What time did Luo Yongchang get up?
Fang Jing took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Hey, Mr. Fang, I'm training students. They are all smart and have excellent acting talents. It's no trouble at all. Where can I train them? In the classroom of course."
At the door, Luo Yongchang was holding vermicelli in one hand and answering the phone with the other.
"How long have I been training? I always get up before dawn. It's not hard, it's not hard, it should be, blah, it's all me..."
At the door of the classroom, Luo Yongchang held his cell phone between his head and spoke. He took a moment to take a sip of powder, raised his head, and met Fang Jing's gaze.
"Cough cough cough!"
Half of the vermicelli spurted out from his nostrils. Luo Yongchang choked and his throat was burning. He put down the disposable bowl and said with a greased mouth: "Mr. Fang, when did you get here."
"It's been a while, you've been training well. Looking at Luo Yongchang, who was wearing short sleeves, breeches and a chicken coop, Fang Jing said leisurely: "Just got up?"
"For a while... um!"
"What's going on? I asked you to train them, but you let the students study on their own, physical education class?"
"Let's talk outside, let's talk outside." Calling Fang Jing to the corridor, Luo Yongchang whispered: "What should be taught..."
"Speak louder, there's no one else here."
"I've finished teaching everything that needs to be taught, and I can't teach it anymore." Luo Yongchang sighed with his hands behind his back, looking from the fifth floor to the vast distance with his melancholy and profound eyes, which seemed to mean that he was dominating the world, but it was cold at high places.
From Fang Jing's perspective, his sparse beard is full of vicissitudes of life, and his profile is covered with traces of a mature man.
It might be better if you wash your hair.
Fang Jing asked, "Can you wipe the shit out of your eyes? What time did you go to bed yesterday?"
"Cough! I'm a little angry." After a dry cough, Luo Yongchang smiled slightly, with pepper peels sticking to his teeth.
Fuck!
There was also a gas attack coming towards his face, with a strong smell of garlic, onions, and mixed smoke. Fang Jing held his breath and asked, "How is the training? When can it be turned on?"
"The show can start at any time."
Seeing Fang Jing tilting his head, Luo Yongchang walked to Fang Jing's right side and said excitedly: "Hahaha, these students are the easiest actors I have ever taught. To be honest, I haven't taught them acting at all these days."
"What?" Fang Jing originally turned his head away, but when he heard these words, he turned back ninety degrees. He wanted to strangle this bastard, "Didn't you say that the training is very good? This is your training. You
Shouldn’t you be sleeping every day?”
"What an injustice! Mr. Fang, please listen to my explanation first."
"Shoo!" Fang Jing looked like he was facing a formidable enemy and took a few steps back calmly, his face turning red.
"I read the script, and the characters are students. Some people still perform in their true colors, and they are themselves! So not acting is the best state."
"They are students, and the stories are also stories around them. Who can act as a student as well as them?"
"The reason why I didn't teach acting is because I was afraid of destroying the innocence. Once there are traces of acting, it would be bad. In the end, it would be completely different. What you usually do will be what you do when filming starts."
"belch!!"
After a long burp, Luo Yongchang continued: "But it's not like I didn't teach you anything, at least simple positions, lenses, familiarity with the set... I've taught me all these things."
The oncoming "wind" blew away the broken hair, and Fang Jing just took a breather.
"vomit!"
"Mr. Fang, what's wrong with you?"
"vomit!"
"Fu Xiaotang, where is your school's infirmary? Hurry up and lead the way. Your teacher may have a heatstroke."
"It's too late. Teacher Fang doesn't look well. How about some artificial respiration?" A group of students rushed out, their faces full of worry.
Luo Yongchang looked struggling and felt uneasy. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, as if he had made some important decision.