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The event was still ongoing. When Xiao Xuexue drew her third card, a large group of people took a brief intermission in the middle to drink water, eat snacks, and touch up makeup.
Yu Zijun sat in his seat without moving, rubbing the eyes that had just been ’tortured’, and then began to do eye health exercises.
Fourth step - massaging the eye socket.
Press the temples with your thumbs, use the second section of the inside edge of the index finger to massage the upper and lower eye sockets in a circular motion. Start from the brow to the end of the brow on the upper side, and from the inner corner of the eye to the outer corner of the eye on the lower side, massage up before down...
Massage. Massage. Massage.
Massage. Massage. Massage.
While his hands were busy, Yu Zijun’s thoughts drifted to somewhere else.
Massage. Massage. Massage.
Massage. Massage. Massage.
That Wei Qinghe seems to be under VG’s umbrella.
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He isn’t suited for acting...
In the years that Yu Zijun has been in the industry, he has seen countless actors, from those whose acting skills were so great they could be called the ceiling of the industry, to those whose skills were so poor they could only scrape by. And he developed his own set of criteria for judging talents.
He felt that Wei Qinghe’s acting lacked involvement and was superficial, filled with deficiencies and disconnections.
As he pondered, Yu Zijun’s hands paused from the eye health exercise. He propped one hand on his face and started to think deeply.
Even if one tries hard, if they choose the wrong path, it’s better to try something else as early as possible.
After thinking about this issue about Wei Qinghe for about ten minutes, Yu Zijun picked up his phone and dialed Yu Ting’s number.
The phone was picked after several rings, and a pleasant female voice came through.
"Hello? What’s up?"
At this point, Yu Zijun got up from his chair and walked to a secluded corner, whispering into the phone.
He didn’t want others to overhear and make careless comments, nor did he want Wei Qinghe to hear and get discouraged.
"Nothing much. I just wanted to talk about something."
"I don’t think Wei Qinghe is suitable for acting. His acting skills are not up to par."
The straightforwardness of Yu Zijun’s words left Yu Ting speechless on the other end of the phone, maintaining a long silence.
Being criticized about one’s acting skills was a heavy blow to an actor.
One minute.
Two minutes.
The early summer day was already getting a bit dry and hot, the air vibrating repeatedly against everyone’s skin.
Yu Zijun was not the kind to make baseless comments. He himself had both the ability and experience, and his words carried a lot of weight. Moreover, Wei Qinghe’s previous works had indeed all flopped. After pondering for more than three minutes, the woman on the other end of the phone finally spoke, "Let him try a different path."
"He should try all possible options."
He would surely find a path suited for him.
Yu Zijun remained silent, then spoke again, "But such repeated attempts will be time-consuming and costly."
"I’m not short on money."
The woman responded rather quickly this time.
Yu Zijun: ...
"Alright, I will try to give him as many opportunities to explore as possible."
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The event was still ongoing.
The next three mentors drew five more times. Three roles and two dances, surprisingly no songs. The trainees were kept busy with one task after another.
Quite quickly, three to four hours had passed. As the acting coach, Yu Zijun was undoubtedly the busiest one in this session of the programme.
After watching a round of role-playing, he moved on to the next.
First, the gentle upperclassman, followed by the cold and arrogant CEO, the sweet next-door underclassman, and the lonely old man living in an empty nest.
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