The actor's domestic hamster [Entertainment]

The sparse applause and the razor-sharp eyesight are enough to prove the resistance of these "little friends".

The first batch of Haoqi signed a total of [-] male trainees and [-] female trainees, and more than half of them were eliminated in three months, and the competition was very fierce.

Not to mention Mu Siyan, a melancholy and handsome guy whose style is very different from theirs, and who takes advantage of acting in tanmei dramas, which makes them even more hostile.

Wei Yin left in a hurry, leaving only Mu Siyan and a group of interesting trainees in the audience.

The entertainment industry has always been a place where faces are judged. When Hao Ze was selecting newcomers, he inevitably favored those with handsome facial features. Looking around, he had star-eyed thick eyebrows and an imposing manner. It was a bit stressful when he looked at a person in unison.

Mu Siyan had never seen any big scenes in his previous life, but his body was really weak, and his limbs trembled when surrounded by a group of people.With a blushing face, he calmly walked to the end of the classroom, and chose a position with the lowest sense of presence among the few empty tables left.

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Lines class.

Mu Siyan came to the training two weeks later than others, and a lot of the content in the front has already been described.

The instructor seemed to be very strict, and pointed out the theme of the class with a series of admonitions, and personally demonstrated the rhythmic sense of word-breaking, leaving only 10 minutes for them to familiarize themselves with the lines.

After 10 minutes, everyone tucks the monologue into a drawer and looks up at the tutor.

"The first set of drama monologue "There Will Be a Time at Dawn", the two people who got it came on stage."

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The two handsome boys came up to the stage conscientiously with their scripts, and the taller one said first: "Sawyer, I was really forced too!"

Plainly, without a sense of urgency, the instructor looked ugly and remained silent.

Low laughter came from the classroom, and Mu Siyan followed the prestige, and there was a man in the middle of the third row who seemed to be full of superiority, whispering to him.

"If you don't come from a major, you're only at this level."

"Let's just listen to it, it's much better than last time."

"At least there is no typo."

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Mu Siyan shook his head, this familiar scene was no different from when he was a trainee in his previous life.

The handsome guy in the second monologue is obviously much more professional, and he speaks forcefully, with a monologue full of self-blame: "Sawyer, I was really forced too!"

Mu Siyan's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to listen carefully, he saw a few people in the middle of the third row whispering.

"Hey, a person who learns broadcasting also came to the entertainment industry to join in the fun."

"Just read the lines well, but he looks ugly like a goose when he dances."

"Sooner or later, I will be eliminated, so why don't I go back and continue singing."

"..."

Mu Siyan was speechless for a while, so he had to look forward to the wonderful performance of the so-called "graduated" trainees in the third row while reciting his lines silently.

People who belittle others in this way are generally strong in themselves, so they can change their ways to highlight their unusual selves.

Soon, it was the turn of those in the third row to take the stage

Guan Chuangxuan confidently dropped the manuscript, and recited it off the manuscript, expressively expressing himself with gestures and getting excited there.

"How can I just admit defeat like this!"

Fuck it, are you scared?

The sound was so loud that Mu Siyan's left hand resting on his chin instantly tilted to his forehead.

"It's just a broken leg, so what's the point?" Guan Chuangxuan raised his hand and pointed to the sky, holding his heart in his right hand with a sad expression on his face: "I still have these hands, which are enough to support me to walk out of the forest and find hope in the distance! "

"..."

The corners of Mu Siyan's eyes twitched in astonishment, and he silently looked at the tutor, and sure enough, he saw that he wanted to laugh but couldn't, and he seemed to be in pain.

It's not that Guan Chuangxuan didn't read well, but that he read it very well!

The cadence was full of pride, and the exaggerated and greasy feeling that came to his face somehow made him a bit of a play, as if he was watching a serious and funny comedy.

This person changed his career to become a cross talk actor or a sketch actor, so he might have a bright future.

The instructor and Mu Siyan gasped at the same time, and felt ringing in their ears for a while, all because of him.

Really, a wonderful flower.

At the end of the monologue, Guan Chuangxuan held the manuscript and looked directly at the tutor, with the momentum that if you don't speak, I won't step down.

"Cough, you two... have a lot of emotions, good!" The instructor's mouth twitched, praising against his will.

Guan Chuangxuan stepped down triumphantly, and sat there imagining.

This old man, what's the use of boasting dryly, why don't you sign my name in the best student column, is there anyone else who can pronounce it better than me?

Impossible, among the students in the majors, he has a good command of lines, and the people who are not in the majors have not yet become popular.

Alas, life is as lonely as snow, and the heights are too cold.

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Mu Siyan sat at the end and took the most difficult manuscript. Everyone paid great attention to this newcomer.

Because he is No.20 alone, there are two trainees on stage with him.

One of the red-clothed teenagers with slender eyebrows and thin lips mocked Mu Siyan from the moment he entered the class.

Hey, isn't this Mu Siyan's old classmate in college?

The Sichuan-Chongqing Academy of Fine Arts recruited a total of two students in the city that year, the No.1 was Mu Siyan, and the No.2 was Chen Yu.The same school and the same city, the relationship was cold all the way until graduation.

It stands to reason that one of them studies oil painting and the other studies sculpture, so the relationship shouldn't be so rigid?

In the past, Mu Siyan didn't know why, but he was afraid of this cold fellow from the bottom of his heart, but now Mu Siyan understood after a little thought.

Chen Yu's family is poor, and it's inevitable that he spends a lot of money to study art, and his grades are always kept under control by Mu Siyan, and he has been the second child for four years, and he can't always get the top prize in scholarships.

This made Chen Yu have to work an extra job while he was studying, and he only suffered embarrassment at work, so he probably complained about Mu Siyan many times behind his back.

After four years of hard work after graduating, she was recruited by Haoqi Studio as an artist, but Mu Siyan came to collide with him lingeringly.

Mu Siyan, who is suitable for Chen Yu's circle of resources, can also be used, so how can he, a grassroots with no background, compete with Young Master Mu?

...Thinking of it is a thousand lines of tears.

The three of them came to the stage, and the first one was a handsome young man with tender face.

"Jiaqiao" is about a farmer who, in order to avenge his wife, endured ten years of forbearance and finally overthrew the play of being a rich and unkind landlord. At this moment, the monologue is drunk and muttering to himself beside his wife's grave, with various inner emotions. One of the most difficult monologues in the lines class.

The handsome young man with tender face was on guard, cleared his throat and said, "Ten years, Qiaomei, do you still remember me..."

He speaks clearly, with lingering emotions, without any feeling of drinking.

The instructor frowned and listened patiently.

After a few sentences, his voice was still sad and lonely, as if he was reciting a love poem to his girlfriend, nothing improved.

The instructor simply pushed him back to his seat with a look of shame.

The second was Chen Yu's turn in red. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "It's been ten years, Qiaomei, do you still remember me?"

The voice was very calm, but it sounded extraordinarily bleak.His delicate voice seems to be painting, and every vibrato perfectly depicts the monologue's mind.The bewildered drunkenness between his utterances made the audience secretly applaud.

"He's dead, but what's the use, Qiaomei."

"I'm the only one left in this Wu family, I'm the only one left..."

The lines were finished quickly, and the instructor was all smiles. It was rare to encourage one person immediately after the end: "Yes, Chen Yu, you have made great progress, keep working hard."

Chen Yu smiled happily, and the speaker gave up the stage to Mu Siyan who was the last one to play.

The eyes of the audience were different, and Mu Siyan's body was extremely uncomfortable like a needle prick.

He covered his lines, assuming that he was in the desolate wilderness, the world was lonely, and the only thing he could hear was the sigh of autumn leaves falling.

With strong willpower, his shy body gradually calmed down, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ten years, Qiaomei, do you still remember me?"

It was as if his vocal cords had been scorched by strong alcohol, and his voice was embarrassing.

"I fulfilled my promise...but why? It's so empty now?"

In just two sentences, it was like constructing an old canvas that broke through the shackles of time for all listeners. A middle-aged man with stubble on his face was drinking strong wine, hugging Qiaomei's cold tombstone, and crying silently. Fall like an embarrassing child.

"Qiaomei, I want to go down and accompany you together, can you hear me?" Mu Siyan sobbed, his voice was trembling but he suppressed his grief.

The monologue has been bearing a deep hatred for ten years, and this pain has become a deep-rooted wound, which cannot be expressed simply by crying.

That's too superficial and not the loneliness the scriptwriters wanted.

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Xu Long's eyes lit up. Mu Siyan's "Jiaqiao" is different from any current version. There is a sense of clarity in the mature and declining. If it weren't for the increasingly ugly face of Guan Chuangxuan around him, he couldn't help but think about it now. Cheers for him.

Such a strong line skills, and they are not at the same level as those in the training class!

If they are talking about war on paper, then this newcomer is simply the marshal who has already made a name for himself in all directions!

In the classroom, except for the sound of breathing, needles can be heard.

Twenty short lines, recited by him, seem to be filled with the power of ten years, which makes people's heart surge, and they can't return to their senses for a long time!

After finishing speaking, the classroom was silent for five seconds before there was a burst of applause led by the instructor.

"Is your name Mu Siyan?" The instructor was very kind, laughing and flipping through the roster, and in the column of the best student on the front page, the three big characters of Mu Siyan were written down in a fluttering manner.

"Young people nowadays are really powerful." The instructor sighed and sighed: "You can express the emotions of "Jiaqiao" vividly and vividly with another mature style. Which art school did you graduate from?"

Guan Chuangxuan immediately pricked up his ears with a sullen face, wanting to know which opera academy's rival this kid who stole his best student title is.

As a result, he almost fell on his back with anger.

Mu Siyan's eyes were clear, and his tone was full of shyness: "I graduated from Sichuan-Chongqing Academy of Fine Arts."

what?

A graduate of the Sichuan-Chongqing Academy of Fine Arts squeezed out a group of students from the broadcasting department and acting department, and took away the crown of the best student in the lines class?

Guan Chuangxuan's face felt like he had been slapped twice, and he couldn't help but uttered wild words: "The talent is really enviable, but I don't know if the performance and body are also very good."

"I really want to meet you."

"But don't be a geek who doesn't like the subject, and tell the instructor to waste a spot for the best student!"

Mu Siyan lowered her eyes quietly, and walked back to her seat lightly to meet a group of jealous eyes.

Guan Chuangxuan's hostility is not without reason.

Among Haoqi's 21 male trainees, fifteen of them are current students or graduates from major film and television academies across the country, and only six of them who were signed by non-major classes brought Mu Siyan along. Being excluded and being angry is just commonplace.

This is not a naive comparison, but it is the cold violence of those professional actor trainees who have installed surveillance cameras everywhere in Haoqi's studio, and want to knock other people out of their minds as soon as possible so that they will be eliminated.

Whether it's because they can't bear the ostracism and anger and beat people and get eliminated, or people who have collapsed self-confidence and quit due to depression, there are not a few people every year.

Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.This is the trainee culture that has been passed down for many years.

Mu Siyan experienced it once in his previous life. He had a peaceful mind and a gentle smile. After sitting down, he curiously poked his deskmate with an embarrassed smile.

"What do the best students do?"

Keban's deskmate: "..."

This is humiliating him, right?