Chapter 42:
Xingdou stared at the two who had invited him, and lowered his eyes.
This is a great opportunity, he understands.
& nbsp; degree of discussion.
Yang Yu, who is very popular on the forum, or Wen Lun, who is very likely to show his talents in the next game, as long as you are on the same team with them, you don’t need to do much I can also know that it can be sought after by players.
probably the most efficient way.
“…no more.”
The black-haired and green-eyed youth pursed his lips and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that he would not express it clearly, so he repeated: "No need. I don't want to team up."
Why refuse?
Yang Yu wanted to ask him this, but as soon as his eyes met the coldness of resistance, he subconsciously restrained his voice and dared not speak.
He suddenly remembered that Xingdou had never liked to act with them. Unwilling to join any team.
Even in team training, he seldom saw Xingdou communicate closely with other people. Even during breaks, he watched the virtual screen alone, and hardly took the initiative to communicate with others. They speak.
Yang Yu felt that he was confused by Xing Dou's expression when he declared victory in the first game, so he subconsciously placed him in his own camp and watched him enter the classroom alone He excitedly sent an invitation, but he did not consider whether Xing Dou had the will or not at all.
"...Yes, I'm sorry." The blond and blue-eyed boy bowed his head slightly, rather embarrassed and frustrated, "I shouldn't have said this rashly."
It's true that they haven't cooked to that extent yet, how could he come here so brazenly.
Yang Yu scolded herself inwardly, and she was a little surprised when she remembered this - obviously they all participated in the competition together, and they won the prize in the same team. After Victory, he seemed to know nothing about Xingdou.
Why does Xingdou want to become an idol, why does he not like to get along with everyone, why is he so strong...
He doesn't know anything, and he really shouldn't think he's qualified to send an invitation.
This is a very wonderful feeling, at least before he came here, he had never thought about these issues so carefully, and really considered someone's thoughts and feelings.
The blond boy had a hint of regret in his expression, and his ears were red.
The black-haired boy glanced at him and explained: "It has nothing to do with you, it's my own choice."
He still can't get past his own level.
There is no way to accept this like a favored team, and there is no way to guarantee that I can control my emotions when facing them.
Some kind of weak emotion, after Xingdou knew these five-star characters, has been quietly growing in his heart, but he has always ignored it.
And...the result of these students forming their own team, it is difficult to say whether they can pass the level of Feng Xuesong.
Miyagami is the type who likes to let students grow freely, so he did not interfere with the first game, let them choose the songs, arrange them and give them to the staff position.
Will this be the case with cedar? This probability is not high.
From the point of view of advanced acting class, Feng Xuesong is a more severe character. If Gong Guangxi would put a pot of plants, let it absorb sunlight and rain and dew freely, and grow vigorously, then Feng cedar would be a type of pruning with big scissors, always paying attention to the growth direction and overall appearance, and carefully pruning.
"Xingdou, what's the situation, would you be willing to join?"
Watching the whole process of Yang Yu being rejected, Wen Lun changed his method and tried to find a breakthrough point.
He is different from Yang Yu, he did not speculate in the direction that Xingdou did not like the crowd, but based on the information collected and the conclusion that has been observed, he believes that Xingdou is indeed There are valid reasons.
Just like that day he took Xingdou to the backstage, Xingdou, who would not give up learning opportunities, would not refuse even if he was not willing to walk with him.
"...At least I'm not willing to do so in a short period of time." Xing Dou didn't want to give unnecessary hope, so he said, "If there is nothing else, please Do not bother me."
Wen Lun sensed his determination to change easily for a while, and knew that it would be annoying to say dissuasion now, but he didn't want to just give up the opportunity: "No matter what. If you change your mind, I will wait for you."
"No." Xingdou replied decisively.
The pink-haired boy did not show a disappointed expression, and was very calm.
When Yang Yu heard this, he instantly felt that the speed of this person's thick skin was getting better and better, even if he was clearly rejected, he could still say such words.
As if aware of the speechlessness in the eyes of the blond boy, Wen Lun curled his lips and smiled gently: "Do you have anything to say, classmate Yang Yu?"
"It's nothing." Yang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's just the first time I realized how much Wen Lun is... perseverance."
The person who said this glanced at Xingdou, his expression remained the same: "Student Yang Yu is really a joke."
The conversation between the two did not come to fruition. Feng Xuesong arrived at the classroom ten minutes before class. Although he did not enter the door, the figure standing outside the door still choked the noisy voice in the classroom, and returned to their seats one after another, keeping quiet and acting like a well-behaved.
Yang Yu gritted his teeth when he left, but still spit out a promise: "If Xingdou is willing, we will also reserve a place for you!" After speaking, he hurried back to in its own position.
Wen Lun wanted to sit next to Xingdou, the new team members were not that important to him. But before class, Feng Xuesong asked him to sit in the front, and he had something to tell him after class. Even if he had an idea, he had to obey the teacher's instructions and sit in front obediently, separated from Xing Dou by a long distance.
"I won't change my mind." Before leaving, the reluctant pink-haired boy dropped this sentence as a promise.
Xing Dou watched them leave, and there was no turbulence in his heart.
They are not the same people.
Compare these…
He looked up at Feng Xuesong who entered the classroom, and raised his guard - he still didn't know what was going to happen.
& nbsp; After a brief pause in Wen Lun's position, he spoke after confirming the number of people:
"The students must already know it. The next game is related to acting, or in other words, the stage proposed to reflect acting. Each class must be divided into Four teams, different performances."
"Acting skills are based on their own incomprehensible abilities, especially for newcomers who are new to the industry. If there is no teacher's guidance, it is easy to waste talent." Feng Xuesong glanced After passing some people, he continued, "Mr. Gong said that I will be your stage director this time. I will polish everyone's acting skills and increase their chances of winning."
"The so-called polishing refers to grinding away the dark outer layer of the gemstone to reveal the bright inner part. When the dark elements are eliminated, you will inevitably experience the pain of rebirth.”
"In order to reduce unnecessary disputes, I need to make it clear that I don't like students who are reckless and can't lead such people. If I don't want to be taught , Anyone can withdraw from this competition at any time.”
A remark calmed the students in the audience, and no one dared to touch him directly.
Ke Wen Lun blinked and recalled inappropriately that Feng Xuesong quarreled with his teacher because of a different understanding of a certain role during school, and finally almost cried. Can't stop laughing.
Feng Xuesong didn't know that any students knew about his dark history. To the extent that they can do it, each of them will now have an impromptu performance.”
"The subject matter is not limited, pay attention to do your best, I will screen out the right people to form a team." He ruthlessly glanced at the small group sitting together Student, "How much strength you have and what you can do, please show me to prove your qualifications and strength."
The meaning is obvious, the small team formed by these students now is not in his eyes at all.
It concerns the whole class, Feng Xuesong does not intend to give the key choice to students who do not understand the industry.
Understanding the meaning of this, Yang Yu moved his body awkwardly and silently pulled away from the people around him, saying that he did not engage in any small groups.
Some of the others were flushed, some bowed their heads and said nothing. No one dared to say that their choice could surpass the teacher's vision.
"Number one." Feng Xuesong didn't take these emotions seriously, he opened the class's student number list by himself, and shouted.
This is the beginning.
Students performed performances one after another, some performed modern emotional and ethical dramas, some performed classic dramas, and some performed ancient emperors... all kinds, And so on.
Feng Xuesong had a serious face, sketching on the virtual screen without saying a word, making the students nervous. My heart is full of admiration. After this period of time, these still immature students seem to have grown up again. At least no one is shaking their hands and feet, and they can't even speak their lines smoothly.
And in terms of the level of performance, it is an improvement compared to before.
It can be seen that there are many talented people, but for now, it is not enough to support the team.
Thinking about this, he frowned and looked unhappy, so frightened that the students were discussing in the group what posture to admit if they were scolded. Honestly on this topic.
This will be called Ammas.
The white-haired, black-skinned boy who just posted in the group, "Apologizing is more sincere", stood calmly on the stage that rose in front of the classroom.
The notification to announce the start has sounded.
Anmus slowly bent over, half-kneeled, with both hands in the air, his veins straightened, as if he was holding something tightly.
The tall boy lowered his eyelids wearily, but still stared straight ahead, trying to straighten his back, as if there was an enemy who would never give in.
Anjin's eyes seemed to have a vast snow blowing, bringing out unwillingness and vicissitudes: "This is my country. It is the parents who gave birth to me and raised me. , kiss me and pity my friend, love where I wish my lover was."
"Even if you step on my corpse, I will not step back!"
With a hoarse voice, he stood up staggeringly, raised the blade that did not exist, and showed a calm and hopeless smile: "Why don't you say no clothes? Brother-in-law!"
…
"Not bad."
Feng Xuesong commented briefly on the virtual screen, watching the black-skinned boy who finished the performance nodded politely to him, nodded slightly in response, and included him Alternative range.
After that, there were several types that could not meet the standard, and it was not until Xia Yuan appeared that he attracted his attention.
The boy with purple hair and purple eyes stood on the stage, half-closed his eyes to adjust his state, and moved slowly when the prompt sounded.
I saw him staggering and taking a step back, as if he had been pushed, and it took a moment to maintain his balance.
Then he patted his clothes unhurriedly, and lowered his eyes grimly: "This is just your own opinion. The development you denied has brought you what you are now. everything."
Xia Yuan raised his eyes, the corner of his mouth was exaggerated, extremely sarcastic: "If technology is wrong, if the gods you believe in are the future. Then why can you Stand in front of me? Isn't it the technology you despise that allows you to quarrel with me on an equal footing and allows you to grow up so safely until now.",
He held up his glasses and pointed to a corner: "Do you see the plant over there? It was a plant that could only grow in the wild a long time ago, now But it can only be carefully cared for and grown under the arrangement of the protective cover."
"This is not what you call restraint and imprisonment. If it weren't for our protection, it would have been extinct long ago, and it would never have appeared in front of you."
"You are like this plant, being protected and growing. You have never seen the real darkness and horror, but you are shouting loudly to get out of the protective cover. With all due respect, this used to be called 'no self-awareness'."
…
"A little lacking, but a solid foundation."
Feng Xuesong wrote this sentence, watching Xia Yuan step down, slightly satisfied. There are already two suitable candidates, plus Wen Lun, one more is enough.
I just don't know if he has expectations, the performance of the people behind is really not very good, only his brows are wrinkled.
until a certain blond boy who came up tremblingly appeared.
This young man named Yang Yu seems to have been able to change the mood on the stage. Although he was a little nervous before the performance, he calmed down after the official start.
"It's not your money that I'm looking for." The beautiful blond boy is affectionate, "It's not your looks or anything external."
"Your tears are like pearls." He brushed something softly, as if gently tapping his cheek, "But I don't want to see this pearl appear. "
There was a certain depth in the clear blue eyes, and he said softly: "I prefer that every moment you think of me, you are filled with happiness and excitement. "
…
Xing Dou quietly watched them perform, noticing Feng Xuesong's admiring gaze, thinking of not too long ago.
Compared with now, their strength has been vastly different.
This is a growth rate that is absolutely unattainable for ordinary people, and it can be said to be terrifying.
Before reaching the bottleneck, these people are making progress at any time.
The black-haired boy slowly exhaled and bowed his head slightly, feeling that his emotions were rising.
In fact, he knew what it was, but he just thought he was too ugly, so he didn't want to think about it.
But sometimes you can't control everything and you can't dominate everything.
So is that deeply buried emotion, the fruit of the serpent, the crown of sin—named envy.
That is the feeling of a sour balloon slowly expanding, it was born uncontrollably when it saw those geniuses, and then swelled in the breath, every time it will be Touching the heart and self-esteem, gently and weakly, wraps the humble inside.
Maybe one day it will dissipate this qi in its self-identification, and then shrink to disappear; but more often it is endlessly feared, feared, longing , filled with self-blame and became extremely huge.
The last "bang" will blow up everything including myself.
There is no doubt that this is a dangerous thing, and it is never a good thing to let it grow.
But if she wasn't jealous, Xingdou wouldn't know what to do.
Xingdou couldn't say to himself, you've done enough, you've been great.
He can only say: "My hard work and sweat are not enough to be said and boasted. There are still many things that I need to do."