Chapter 43:
The temporary show is continuing.
Xingdou's number was quickly called.
The black-haired boy calmly got up and walked towards the stage.
No one could see from his expressionless face the emotions that surged in his heart ten minutes ago, and almost no one noticed that he was different from his usual indifferent appearance.
Only Yang Yu, who watched Star Dou pass by, noticed something unusual.
He watched Xing Dou leave as if nothing had happened, and wondered if he was thinking too much—but he clearly felt that Xing Dou was in a bad mood at the moment.
Compared with the usual state of cold face, there is more obvious anxiety and impatience.
What happened?
Yang Yu couldn't think of an answer, so he could only guess at what happened, put everything he knew together and thought about it, and he really came up with a possibility: Could it be... Xing Dou Do you know that he secretly filmed him playing the Grim Reaper?
Probably a guilty conscience of being a thief, the more Yang Yu thought about it, the more he felt that there was such a possibility, his eyes secretly glanced at Xingdou, who was already standing on the stage, and his heart was very tangled.
He really did something wrong, but other people took those photos secretly, and some people even secretly posted them on the Internet to show off. Although they were immediately ordered and banned, it was not too much than him.
Well, these excuses are all wrong, and no amount can cover up the wrong things you have done.
The blond and blue-eyed teenager thought hard and decided to apologize in person later, maybe Xingdou would allow him to hold the photo?
Xingdou on the stage did not know that someone had made up so many scenes. He stood on the stage without looking sideways. After the prompt sounded, he started a simple performance.
In an instant, the expression of the black-haired boy changed.
The straight back slackened and leaned forward slightly like a hunchback. As soon as he stepped forward, he leaned over slightly, with the thumb and index finger of his right hand together, as if he was holding something.
"What? I don't kneel down when I see the young master?" He held the virtual folding fan and pointed to the empty place.
The person he was pointing at seemed to have said something unpleasant. The black-haired boy's complexion changed slightly, he restrained his provocation, lowered his eyebrows, laughed wantonly, and spit out bad words:
"You want to die, but I don't want you to die now. When your relationship is good and your parents and relatives are all dead in front of you, I'll see if you want to live or die."
"Or..." He dragged his tone, maliciousness flashed in Shen Cui's eyes, "You want to kill me?"
…
What a domineering dude!
Feng Xuesong sighed in admiration, watching the boy who finished the performance leaving the stage, with some emotion.
Before Gong Guangxi had said that Xing Dou was a very interesting child, he thought that Teacher Gong started to make a fool of himself again, but he didn't expect to take a closer look, it was true.
This is a very talented and hardworking kid.
Some performances are the natural instinct of the gifted, while others require meticulous attention to detail.
The performance just now by Xingdou was clearly pre-planned and performed after thinking. This is an expressive kid.
He also let this child act once before. At that time, it may be because of subject matter restrictions, or because he has not grown up yet, and the appearance of the performance is more or less deliberate.
It is by no means such a non-procrastination, clean and light acting.
According to his original expectations, the captains of the four teams should be selected, and then the team members should be divided in detail. I have seen three people with good talents before, and Xingdou is the fourth.
But…
The brown-haired man glanced at the pink-haired boy in the front row, and the tip of his pen paused.
Something seems to have gone wrong.
Xing Dou didn't know what Feng Xuesong was thinking, he just wondered why he was bombarded with messages from Yang Yu when he got off the stage.
In the dense words, one glance at the past three sentences and one apology, five sentences and one repentance, makes people upset.
Sweeping over patiently, he realized that Yang Yu was apologizing for the photo shoot, and was quite speechless for a while.
At this moment, Yang Yu's messages are still being sent, asking for forgiveness. It seems that if you don't make a break, you won't be able to live in peace in a short time.
Xing Dou wrote a sentence expressionlessly, and then quickly blocked the person.
—"Shut up, don't make noise."
So it was Yang Yu who was in trouble.
The blond boy blinked, and he could only see helplessness from these words, not anger or blame. He turned his head to observe Xing Dou's expression but couldn't see anything, and now he began to hesitate: what the **** is he? Forgive me? Do I still need to delete my photos?
The people here are tangled, and the performances of other students are still going on.
It's the last turn, Wen Lun.
The pink-haired boy looked well-behaved and quietly stood on the stage.
Feng Xuesong didn't give a good look to the students he liked. Compared with others, he looked at Wen Lun more seriously and even a little bit critical in his eyebrows.
Wen Lun did not seem to be affected by this oppression. He smiled lightly, and after the sound, he half bent down, as if holding something up, and then raised it in front of him.
He looked at the things raised in front of him, joy, unwillingness, pain, and excitement flashed on his white face one after another, and the complex expression made him look almost crazy.
He shook his lips, as if happy and proud: "Ah, John, you are finally going to bear my kiss! I am going to kiss you now! I will use my teeth, like Biting a ripe fruit. I'm going to kiss your lips, John. Why don't you look at me?"
Xingdou under the stage suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank.
No one knows better than him what kind of drama this is.
Wen Lun on the stage speeded up his speech and kept expressing his love. The words of praise were like falling snowflakes, rushing towards the person he loved deeply.
But that was not a living person, and could not respond to him, nor would he respond to any words.
The pink-haired boy looked dazed for a moment, slowly poured the thing into his arms, and whispered: "Why don't you look at me, John? If you look at me, you will love Get on me. Well, I know you'll love me, the mystery of love far beyond the mystery of death..."
The unfading impression reappeared in Xingdou's mind, and the expression and expression of the man on the stage were amazingly consistent with the "Salome" in red before.
It's not that every detail of the performance is the same, it's just that this never-forgettable, instantly-remembered performance is too stark.
This is an acting skill that must not be shown before fully understanding and mastering the characters.
And grasping the essence of a complex character in such a short period of time can only prove that this person is gifted and outstanding.
At least Feng Xuesong was shocked when he watched the performance of the pink-haired boy.
The original intention of him giving Wen Lun theatrical ticket is to hope that the child can learn something from professional performers and experienced seniors, such as the ability to adapt to changes on the stage and the attitude of not being afraid of danger , pondering the angle of the role, etc.
But he didn't expect that Wen Lun could figure out the character to such an extent after just watching it once, or did he have a different and deeper understanding of this character?
In any case, this is indeed a good seedling that needs to be cultivated.
Wen Lun finished the performance, greeted with a smile, and sat back to her seat calmly.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, before sitting down, he seemed to smile in the direction of a certain black-haired boy.
Feng Xuesong watched Wen Lun leave. Facing the virtual screen, he paused for a moment, frowned and thought for a moment, before he firmly put down the pen.
"I have seen your performance." The brown-haired man glanced at the anxious students, and summed up briefly, "In general, everyone has performed well, and the small flaws will not be ignored for the time being. Said. I chose the corresponding group based on your strength and the little advice given by Teacher Gong before."
As soon as you raise your hand, the group has been sent to the students' terminals.
"The four classmates who are the captains have the right to decide the internal affairs of the group and are responsible for leading the team members to play together. The script and roles are communicated by the captain and me, and can only be determined when both parties have made a case. The application for the rehearsal classroom, clothing requirements, etc., are also communicated by the captain and me."
"It should be noted that players who disagree with the captain, or students who have disputes and do not cooperate with the arrangement, have the right to appeal to me."
Feng Xuesong hooked her lips, smiling but not smiling: "But if it is an unreasonable complaint..."
He didn't finish his words, but his unfinished meaning was enough to make people think in a terrifying direction, so scared that people who were still a little cautious immediately lowered their heads and dared not think any more.
It's just that these words don't seem to be heard by everyone.
The blond and blue-eyed teenager looked at his virtual screen, opened his mouth, his expression was dazed, his eyes were blank, and he read the name he saw again in his mouth:
"Team Captain: Yang Yu..."
Huh?
Hey!
Hey! !
He turned his head in horror, wondering if he had made a mistake, but saw Anmas closing the screen without blinking and looking at him: "Yang Yu."
"What, what?" He couldn't help swallowing when his name was called so seriously.
"You know that this time we are performing on behalf of the class, and because each team is small, no one can help you cover it up." It means that Teacher Feng also wants to make good use of your face."
"Yeah." Yang Yu could only think of this reason and nodded nervously.
"So this time, you gave me the determination that I can't go wrong, understand?" Anmus seemed to be looking at Adou who was about to fall, and hated that iron would not become steel, "Otherwise …”
"Otherwise?" He answered cautiously.
"Otherwise, I can only clean the door and get you out first." The black-skinned boy replied coldly, "Everything is for our victory."
"...Anmus, you've changed!" Yang Yu covered her face and wailed in pain, "How could you do this to me? We didn't say we should go together and never part..."
"What are you talking about, kid." Anmus gave him a strange look and interrupted, "Have you read the last words of the group? In a sense, We are also competitors."
Yang Yu put down his hand and looked at the virtual screen again, suddenly stunned: "I'm not surprised that you are also the captain, but this...?"
"This... really has the style of Teacher Feng." Xing Dou reluctantly held his forehead, laughing at the last sentence of the group.
It reads—the group with the least votes among the four groups this time will receive cordial greetings and exclusive counseling from Teacher Feng and Teacher Gong.
Just by looking at these intentional names, you know that nothing good is waiting.
If it is not clear that it will definitely suffer, Xingdou is still eager to try this kind of tutoring activity.
Just as he was thinking, he received a message.
"Xingdou, if it's convenient, let's discuss the script?"
From: Xia Yuan.
The black-haired boy glanced at the message, and then glanced at the group he was classified into. The name of the captain and the sender were the same.
He didn't feel pity or surprise.
As the captain, the things he has to deal with will seriously interfere with his training plan, so it is naturally good to save trouble.
The captains selected by Feng Xuesong can more or less see his thoughts.
Anmas, reliable and steady; Xia Yuan, calm and careful; Yang Yu, cheerful and gentle; Wen Lun, sleek and intelligent.
They are all people who can ensure the harmony of the team to a certain extent and can contribute to the team.
Although Wen Lun's behavior is a question mark, but seeing that he went out with Feng Xuesong just now, he was probably told to warn about these trivial things, so there should be no need to worry.
Xingdou confirmed the situation, replied Xia Yuan, and began to conceive a script related to the theme.
He would never have guessed that Wen Lun, who was called outside, faced his teacher and asked:
"Teacher Feng, can you let Xingdou come to me?"
"Xingdou? Why? Are you dissatisfied with your team?"
Feng Xuesong originally wanted to chat with Wen Lun about performance and the requirements of being a captain, and even he felt that this student who did not like to obey orders in some respects might rebel against this identity. Open mouth is such a requirement.
"It's not so much dissatisfaction." The pink-haired boy pondered slightly, as if thinking about how to express it, "Let's say, if Xingdou is by my side, I will be more motivated."
"After all, he is a very important person. The mentality of wanting to show his good side is similar to the feeling of love."
Feng Xuesong looked at this ignorant student and calmly refused: "No. Your current team is the most suitable. If you join another high-level person, it will be good for you and the whole team. For the team, it is easy to change, and it is not conducive to the growth of Star Dou.”
"That is a child who still needs to grow up. He should not be exposed to the extreme gap early on and become disheartened."
"Or... do you want to steal his glory? That kid can't surpass you in his acting skills. Do you want to kill his talent and let him stop there?" His eyes widened and he took a scrutiny.
Wen Lun was stunned, pursed her lips, remembered the stars she had seen, and sighed: "I don't have such thoughts. I just want him to see me."
"You're right, I don't want to take away his glory, maybe it's a bit arrogant. But he shouldn't be covered under anyone. The previous request, just as if I didn't Say it, teacher."