Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Liang Xin Performing Arts Training 2
The fat man and Uncle Li were frowning and sighing at the moment, afraid that they would be asked how they were given difficulties by their tutor.
"Fatty, how are you guys?" asked the girl with twin ponytails.
Fatty Xu slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, I'm so worried."
"Our mentor tortured me, but at least I have some strength to withstand it. But even Mr. Li was tortured like this."
"Look, I have to submit an actor's career plan to her tomorrow, and it must be no less than 5,000 words. Kill me now!"
The fat man started talking nonsense. As the saying goes, it is not the lack of wealth that is worrying, but the inequality; it is not the poverty that is worrying, but the insecurity.
When everyone is being tortured so badly, you must never appear to be relaxed.
"Ah? Five thousand words? This, there's no computer to use." said a player.
"Of course, it has to be handwritten!" The fat man looked at the other players for help. Anyone who looked at him immediately avoided his gaze. No one wanted to write 5,000 words by hand.
After he changed the subject, no one wanted to help write the plan, and naturally no one asked what exactly happened to Fatty and Uncle Li.
That's five thousand words, a full five thousand words. The copy can't be accessed on the forum, and there's no computer or AI search available. Especially since one of the people involved is a 59-year-old old man, it's really difficult for the old man.
The long-haired man felt sorry for the two of them and said, "Fatty, if that doesn't work, take me to the reading room in the teaching building."
"Since there's a lending room, there might be books about actors in there. You two can go take a look and study them."
In the morning, when all the players rushed to the dance studio to gather, the long-haired male player and the girl with twin ponytails were the last to come downstairs from the dormitory, but they were not the last to arrive.
Not only were the two people selected by the same instructor, they also investigated the current environment of the Liangxin training copy together and drew a map.
"Reading room? Where is it?" Uncle Li was also stunned.
With his old arms and legs, he ran all over the teaching building with the fat guy, but they couldn't find the place.
"It's on the fifth floor of the teaching building. Go to the corner at the end of the corridor and then go up to the attic."
Because there is currently no competition among the players in this copy, the long-haired man shared the simple map he drew.
"It's so hidden! And it's located in the attic. Could there be some hidden stories?" The fat man couldn't help but say. He was a little reluctant to go.
"It's still daytime. Even if there is a hidden story, I think it's better than you not being able to write it and looking for information at night." The girl with twin ponytails said coldly.
This copy currently seems to be following the procedure step by step. Although it will be difficult to write, it seems that there is no great danger to the life of the instructor.
But this was a strange dungeon after all, so they couldn't let their guard down for even a moment, especially since the ten players were now divided into five dormitories, which happened to be on the fourth floor, namely dormitories 404, 414, 424, 434, and 444.
After being in the weird dungeon for a long time, seeing numbers related to "4" has become almost a conditioned reflex. If nothing happens at night, something fishy will happen!
The players chattered for a while about how they might be tortured by the NPCs tomorrow. On the other side, Luo Qing met his temporary colleagues for the next three days in the office.
There are five people in the office, all of them temporary workers. They are very polite, especially when complaining about students.
"Don't even mention the two I'm bringing. I said I'd show them a talent, guess what it is?" The middle-aged man holding the thermos cup seemed to be so angry that he laughed.
"He's just calling out dishes, that's ridiculous! Why doesn't he just do a crosstalk?"
"Hey, hey, hey, yours is pretty good. I have a student who came up and started fiddling with his hands in front of his eyes, saying it was called "flower hands". I asked him where the rope was? He said it was called "flower hands." Sister Wang sighed.
"I have a horse-riding show for me. He just talks and 'ride'..." said the oldest old lady.
Luo Qing held her stomach, it was too funny, "Where did they recruit these students from?"
Shouldn't she be thankful that her two eccentric students didn't cause her visual and auditory damage?
The last person to speak was the male teacher in a baseball cap: "You are all geniuses, why don't you come here for training?"
The five temporary colleagues gathered together to discuss their respective teaching plans for tomorrow, and Sister Wang poked Luo Qing twice.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?"
The second day was scheduled for teaching by the tutor. The four colleagues all felt that this group of students had no future, so they could just give them a topic and let them work together to rehearse and do group work, and the tutor could slack off.
"Oh, I have made arrangements. Today I asked the students to write career development plans, and tomorrow I plan to take them to the streets for observation." Luo Qing said.
Her two students were not as good as the young people taught by other instructors, both in terms of weight and age. Luo Qing thought that all she could teach was what she had practiced herself.
Luo Qing gave Sister Wang a look. She is not unsociable.
Sister Wang seemed to understand something and said to the other three instructors, "Then let's put the four of us together? Let's see if we can put them in one or two groups."
"Let's work in one group. We can finish one battle and we don't need to waste any more time." The teacher in the baseball cap said.
The five temporary colleagues happily made arrangements for tomorrow. It wasn't even five in the afternoon yet, and they felt embarrassed to leave so early. Luo Qing said hello and prepared to go to the library on the top floor.
She had read some books on acting before, but she couldn't remember some of them clearly. She planned to make a list of books for her two students to refer to.
Luo Qing walked to the fifth floor. She was a little surprised. It was better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. What kind of wind was that? She just bumped into two of her students.
"Tutor...Tutor? Why are you here?" Fatty Xu yelled, and Uncle Li almost stumbled and fell.
Luo Qing looked at the two people who were like lively treasures: "I was just about to ask you, are you here to check the information? Why don't you go in?"
"Yes, we are here to check the information." Uncle Li agreed.
Fatty Xu's eyes flickered. He even suspected that there was a surveillance camera in the dormitory. How could it be such a coincidence?
"Teacher, please go first, please go first." Fatty Xu smiled flatteringly. He and Uncle Li hesitated outside. The main reason was that the two players were not very strong and were a little afraid that there might be something strange in the reading room.
Luo Qing looked at the two of them, shook his head and walked in. There were quite a lot of books in the reading room of the teaching building. It looked small from the outside, but it was a different world inside. The bookshelves contained all kinds of famous drama series, XX play selections, and drama theories.
"Career planning is for you personally. What I said earlier might not have been clear enough. Just write it down realistically. No need to go into those vague things like how many groups you'll be joining this year, what kind of roles you'll play, who you'd like to work with in the future. All of that counts."
As Luo Qing was talking, she looked at her two students, who seemed to be at a loss in front of the bookshelf, especially the fat man, who was looking around for something. In the end, she went forward herself and took down two books.
"Take this and read 'An Actor's Self-cultivation'. You won't be able to read anything else."
While Luo Qing was talking to the two students, outside the reading room, a female player with twin ponytails was secretly observing them.
The girl with twin ponytails is named Mu Xia. She is 22 years old this year, but she is already an old player who has experienced five dungeons.
Mucha has a secret, she possesses a pair of "eyes of insight".
Ordinary NPCs have white words above their heads, weird ones have blood-red markings, and player identities have green dots.
With this "golden finger", Mu Xia can always quickly identify NPCs and look for clues in the dungeon, stay away from weirdness so as not to anger it, and survive without any danger.
If there is any regret, it is that Mu Xia's "Eye of Insight" can only make distinctions. If the player has malicious intentions, she cannot judge.
The reason why Mu Xia appeared here at this moment was because the long-haired man mentioned the lending room before. Mu Xia had seen the drawn map and she guessed that there might be a problem here.
Places like the rooftop terrace, the basement of the campus, and the locked bathroom cubicle, wherever they are located in the corners, always have some strange and bizarre events or legends, which are even more common in dungeons.
She followed Fatty and the others because she wanted other players to test the waters, but Mu Xia didn't expect to make an unexpected discovery.
In Mu Xia's eyes, the two female mentors, Fatty Xu and Uncle Li, had neither the white markings of an NPC nor the strange blood color, and they were not players!
In the strange copy, this was the first time that Mu Xia saw a "being" with no color on its head!
Such a special person actually came to the lending room. Mu Xia concluded that there must be some hidden plot in this dungeon! She posted!
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