Chapter 54:
This time the results of the game are projected directly onto the screen, and everyone can see the votes received by their respective groups and classes. Since it is held in the college, students can go back to the class directly after the end, and it also reduces the trouble of running back and forth.
The total votes of the four groups in each class can be compared to determine the outcome of this match.
Class A has the highest total number of votes, more than 500 votes higher than the second-place class B.
Class B, who had narrowly defeated Class C in the first game, widened the gap with Class C and gained 300 more votes. Class C is only a few dozen more votes than Class D.
After two consecutive games, the winner and loser between this class confrontation seems to have a certain number.
Xing Dou sat in the classroom, quietly watching the number of votes displayed, and hearing the excited cheers and overjoyed discussions of other students in my ears, I always felt a little dazed.
The first victory made him happy, but after the second victory made him happy for a moment, he couldn't help thinking - why did it go so well?
Even if he prepared early and made full use of the available places, he would still feel a little unreal when the predicted result actually came.
In his memory, there was rarely such a situation where he dominated two consecutive games, and played fully and fully, and naturally won, as if there was a goddess of victory when they didn't know it. With a quiet smile behind her, she tilted one end of the scale towards Class A.
Is it because Class A has a lot of five stars? No, if that's the case, Class C shouldn't get that vote.
Then...is it because the growth route of the people in Class A is such a steady and unimpeded type?
Looking forward, Xing Dou saw Yang Yu with radiance in his eyes, Anmas with a subtle smile, Xia Yuan with a curved mouth, and…
He glanced at Wen Lun, who was two positions away, and got an inexplicably well-behaved smile from a pink-haired boy, and immediately turned his eyes away.
Get the opportunity to debut, and become the ending of one person getting the road and ascending to heaven.
But that was not the story he wanted, nor the goal he was after.
He didn't want to depend on these people to win.
The black-haired and green-eyed youth lowered his gaze, his lips were tightly pursed, and his somewhat indifferent expression stood out among a group of teenagers overflowing with excitement.
But at the moment he is probably…
The man has brown hair and brown eyes, wears slender black-rimmed glasses, covering his long and narrow eyes, wearing a serious shirt and black trousers, his expression is the usual seriousness, and he is not angry. It was their teacher instructing this game, their assistant class instructor, Feng Xuesong.
Feng Xuesong entered the door and glanced at the students, stood on the podium expressionlessly, coughed lightly, and tried to give an understatement evaluation: "Everyone did a good job in this competition."
"Better than I thought." Seemingly feeling that one sentence was not enough, he paused and added another sentence.
What responded to him were cheers and shouts full of pride, joy and surprise. For a time, the noise here was comparable to that of hundreds of ducks quacking at the same time, almost breaking the glass and attracting a wave of other people's attention .
Feng Xuesong felt that he still underestimated the characteristics of teenagers who can't help but boast. He didn't expect that just two sentences would trigger such feedback. He rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache, waited for half a minute, and directly pressed something next to the podium.
"But from a personal point of view, everyone still has room to learn and improve." Feng Xuesong swept over everyone in the audience with his sharp eyes, and went straight to the theme, "Let's first Begin the analysis with the theme."
He gave examples of groups with relatively clear themes in the second game, and then further explained their performance, interpretation, script adaptability and other issues, from the shallower to the deeper, and guided by good manners.
The students who had many doubts at first came to a realization, and finally understood the focus of this game and the mistakes they had made but did not know.
Xingdou also felt that it had benefited a lot. While listening carefully, he recorded on the virtual screen, temporarily suppressing those worries to the bottom of his heart.
Feng Xuesong talked for two hours. After explaining it clearly, he gave a fifteen-minute break to let the students move freely, and then said that they would discuss some of their own issues later.
Many people just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately took it back, but they didn't dare to be too obvious, and could only secretly complain in the class.
Yang Yu is one of the types who doesn't like "drinking tea and chatting" very much, and has already begun to think about how to quickly admit mistakes this time so that it can end as soon as possible.
Anmus admits that his acting skills are not good in this game, guessing that Feng Xuesong, who has always been strict, will not let him go easily, even if he is not worried at ordinary times, he sighs at this moment, waiting for the sentence. A hammer.
The state of Xia Yuan and Wen Lun appeared to be relaxed. One of them felt that they played well and there was no big problem, and they were not afraid of the teacher's criticism. No matter what, they are all self-sufficient types.
Xingdou didn't have too many surprises about this, just curious about what problems Feng Xuesong would point out later. According to his assumption, it is probably the emotional expression that needs more effort.
He actually always felt that it was a good thing to be guided by such an excellent and serious teacher. Not to mention the help that goes beyond their experience.
Standing on the shoulders of giants is a blessing in itself.
Xing Dou admits that he has been prepared for this since he experienced that dream, and will not be scared away by criticism and scolding.
So, under the bright eyes of Class A, Feng Xuesong began to give advice in groups.
The first is the Yang language group.
"To be honest, your performance is something I didn't expect." Feng Xuesong looked at Yang Yu with an expression of admiration, "Compared to your stiff and deliberate performance in class, you are completely different now. Now, it can be seen that the growth rate in terms of acting skills is very good."
Yang Yu was stunned, and the next second she heard the teacher continue: "But your problem lies in the subtle sense of detachment. It seems that sometimes you can't fully substitute yourself into the role, and you need to concentrate on learning this..."
Feng Xuesong then called the other people in this group in turn, and there was no sense of oppression as the students imagined.
Other people who were watching the situation secretly watched, and suddenly understood one thing - Feng Xuesong is not the type who criticizes you with a smile and is ashamed of seeing people like Gong Guangxi, On the contrary, it is very objective and peaceful, which means that the danger is reduced!
Just like this conclusion, the next group of Anmas did not get the stormy accusation.
The brown-haired man looked at the disturbed students, and did not express his anger because their votes were too low, he just calmly said: "Luck is indeed a part of strength, but it is impossible to do it every time. Dominate the victory, you just realized that earlier."
Then the conversation changed, and in their stunned expressions, they pointed out the areas that could be improved.
These performances relieved the students of Class A, but also changed their impression of Feng Xuesong.
However, Feng Xuesong, who had a calm attitude before, had a sharp look and thin lips when he met him, and a lot of critical and dissatisfied words splashed out: "The big taboo on the multi-person stage is Too indulged in the feelings of the characters, you can't even see where you are, and you are forced to act as a one-man show. If your plot is not because the last part is separated, it will definitely become a fragmented situation for each actor..."
The completely ruthless posture and sharp and precise words directly frightened the students who thought he was easy to talk a few minutes ago.
In a sense, this is more frightening than Gong Guangxi's smile hiding a knife.
Can't you hang up without seeing Wen Lun's smile?
The students shivered, watching Feng Xuesong finish Wen Lun's group, and walked slowly towards the last little lamb - Xia Yuan group.
Yang Yu took a look and couldn't help guessing: Xingdou and the others will be fine, right?
Others are also guessing whether this time is mild or fierce, and secretly pay attention to the movement over there.
Xingdou was also affected a little, couldn't help being a little nervous, watching the brown-haired teacher stand in front of him, carefully looked at him, and slowly pulled the corner of his mouth:
"Xingdou, as Teacher Gong said, you are a child who always surprises people."
Feng Xuesong started with this inaudible remark, in Xingdou's gradually uneasy heartbeat, he pointed out some problems in emotional expression and lines as he thought, and then calmly He continued slowly: "...but this competition, if you were to ask me who's performance was the most surprising, I would not choose anyone other than you."
Xingdou looked at those calm and deep brown eyes in astonishment, and saw his little self reflected.
"Compared with just starting school, you have gradually matured, and I can see that you are a very good child, talented and willing to work hard."
Feng Xuesong leaned closer and lowered her voice: "But as a teacher, I want to remind you not to press yourself too hard, or you will never be able to bear it. Don't worry, grow up slowly."
The teacher, who was a little inhuman on the outside, smiled at him: "I'm still looking forward to how many incredible changes you can bring."
After he finished speaking, he patted the black-haired boy on the back and turned to the next person casually.
Xing Dou looked at all this at a loss, the next moment he touched his face, turned his head, and hurriedly brushed his hair down, trying to cover his hot cheeks, only to feel that he was being praised so formally After that, my ears also warmed up.
It was the first time that he realized this real sense of being praised. Before that, the light-hearted praise from the teachers in the class never made him feel this way, even before they were beaten by Yang after the game. When he touted a few words on the side, he didn't think it was special.
Maybe it was because he also vaguely expected that after such a game, someone with enough authority would tell him "you did a good job".
With this thought in mind, Xingdou returned to his dormitory with a slightly brisk pace, with the illusion and joy that was like stepping on the clouds.
He threw himself on the bed and sat down in a rare laziness, wanting to let go of his thoughts quietly for a while.
The sound of the message received the next second caught his attention.
At a glance, it is about the situation of the next game.
Just click on the message, the black-haired boy's green pupils shrank for a moment, and he opened his mouth slightly:
"This is..."