Zhang Tianbin: ...
If it weren’t for Wei Qinghe’s serious expression, he would have thought he was deliberately saying this to tease him.
God damn it, missing one ’1’ there’s a gap of 27 people!
...
The draw took about 4 minutes. When all the trainees finished drawing lots, they started performing one by one in front of the three mentors. The trainees who were not selected yet had more time and could practice on the side.
As soon as the first trainee started performing directly to Yu Zijun, Yu Zijun felt something was wrong.
As a gentle senior, the trainees subconsciously chose deeply emotional roles. Not only did their appearances become irritatingly mushy, but their lines were unbearably cheesy. The trainee, with a pretentious demeanor, stood in front of Yu Zijun, using a deliberately lower tone and feigned emotional eyes, combined with superior looks. If this were done to a woman, she would certainly be won over.
It’s a pity it was done before Yu Zijun, a man of steel and aluminum alloy. After seeing a few, he felt a massive discomfort in his heart, and his ears thundered in tandem with his brain.
Yu Zijun: ...
Luckily, his professionalism kicked in. Setting these thoughts aside, Yu Zijun began seriously scrutinizing the trainees’ performances.
This one’s okay, but they are not good at managing their expressions.
This one’s not bad, but their body movements are uncoordinated, needs more practice.
...
After looking at a few, Yu Zijun had a rough understanding of the flaws of each trainee and continued examining them.
He won’t do, too greasy, not acceptable.
Yu Zijun slightly furrowed his brows while holding a strict expression, waved, indicating the trainee to go practice more before coming again.
The dialogue was controlled within one to three lines. Each trainee took about two minutes on average. The large group at the beginning quickly diminished, and it was soon Wei Qinghe’s turn.
After the previous person finished their performance and received feedback from Yu Zijun, it was Wei Qinghe’s turn. The big guy took a stand in front of the seated Yu Zijun, blocking out a lot of sunlight.
Then Wei Qinghe’s face broke into a slight smile.
His smile has always been attractive, a breeze-like light smile matched with his exquisite and elegant look naturally exudes an aristocratic aura.
"Could you let me accompany you? Even guarding you would do."
That was a line made up by Wei Qinghe.
It was a pleasing and powerful baritone voice, which can penetrate into people’s hearts and make them feel happy.
While saying this line, the young man’s smile became gentler, his gaze seemed to be looking through Yu Zijun at someone else.
After watching his performance, Yu Zijun clearly faltered, not because of his acting skills, which although impressive, lacked authenticity and empathy, especially those perpetually gloomy eyes without any spark, which were distracting.
However, he was floored by his voice. Although also a baritone, Yu Zijun felt inferior.
Yu Zijun couldn’t decipher what it was, but it sounded really good.
Returning from his surprise, Yu Zijun casually commented, "Hmm, not bad."
Then the two fell into silence for more than a minute. Yu Zijun was staring at the paper in his hand, while Wei Qinghe stood still, watching him.
...
Um, is that it?
Wei Qinghe raised his eyebrows in surprise, then turned around and walked away, and it was the next one’s turn.
Why was the assessment so brief when it was his turn...
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