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Xiaomei smiled and carefully wiped the roasted sugarcane clean and handed it to Huang Wenrong.
"Why do you still want to be a pig? How's your semester been? Didn't you go out for filming?"
Huang Wenrong took the sugarcane, but a look of helplessness appeared on his face.
"Why."
She sighed deeply, her voice filled with fatigue.
"It's true that I didn't go out to shoot, but school life is more tiring than I imagined. Our professional teachers are very strict, and every quiz assigned makes me feel stressed. Also, good partners are hard to find. Without you guys around, I really feel super lonely." Huang Wenrong pouted.
"Is it hard to find a good partner? Are the other students in your class bad at acting?" Xu Mengyao asked curiously while chewing on sugarcane.
"It's not that my acting is bad, it's mainly because the group assignments require free team formation. There are two girls in our class who often go out for filming, and everyone thinks they are experienced, so we are always scrambling to team up with them." Huang Wenrong explained, with a bit of envy and helplessness in his tone.
"That shouldn't be the case. Wenrong, your previous advertisement was quite popular. Didn't they see it?" Xiaomei asked in some confusion.
Huang Wenrong was so depressed that he stopped chewing the sugarcane and said with a bitter face:
"Actually, I think our major course teacher doesn't like me very much. Every time our group rehearses a performance, she finds all sorts of problems with it, while those that just do it casually pass with ease. Gradually, everyone becomes less willing to be in my group."
"ah?"
When Xu Mengyao heard this, she immediately sat up straight and her expression became serious.
"Tell me more about this. When did your teacher start targeting you? Or did you accidentally do something to upset her?"
Huang Wenrong pondered for a while and slowly spoke:
"I didn't do anything special. On the first day of school, she looked at me and said, 'You are Huang Wenrong.' I nodded, and after that, I never had any private contact with her again. Some classmates would ask her for leave because they were out filming, but I didn't go out filming either."
"Wait a minute, sister, why didn't you go out to shoot this semester?" Xu Mengyao suddenly asked.
"Oh, when we were having dinner earlier, my second uncle told me that even though I want to pursue acting, I still need to study hard. He says that people with good education can understand scripts faster than others, and I think he's right. Director Zhang also said that our class's professional course teachers are amazing, so he told me to study hard and practice my lines thoroughly."
"How did your teacher target you?" Xu Mengyao continued to ask.
"I can't say they were targeting me, but they would correct my accent and pronunciation, even pointing out the way I punctuated my lines. They would even repeat my performance over and over again."
When Huang Wenrong said this, he looked like he had lost all hope in life.
"My first class was a disaster. I had to repeat it over 30 times. I was too tired to walk after class. Now I have to repeat it about 10 times."
After hearing this, Xu Mengyao's eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.
"Case solved! Second Uncle hopes you study hard. Director Zhang knows who your teacher is. One of them must have contacted your teacher and asked her to give you more advice and help you hone your acting skills."
"Ah, can you help me in this way? If I were asked to do it again and again in public, I would definitely feel so uncomfortable and cry several times at night. Wenrong, did you cry?" Xiaomei asked with concern.
Huang Wenrong shook his head.
"Not really. At first I was very tired every day, but I slept better. Later I got used to it. Now she occasionally praises me, and I feel a great sense of accomplishment when she does."
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I have to say that what Xu Mengyao guessed was basically the truth.
Before the start of the school year, Mr. Fang from the Film Academy received a call from his classmate Zhang Chengli.
"Lao Fang, I heard you're in charge of this new class?"
"What advice do you have, Director Zhang?"
"I don't dare to give you any advice. Everyone knows that you are the gold medal teacher of your school. I just have a good seedling to ask you to cultivate carefully. Her name is Huang Wenrong. The little girl is very smart." Zhang Chengli's tone was full of pride.
Even though the other party couldn't see, Fang Qingxiao nodded.
"There aren't many people you can praise like that. Okay, I want to see what kind of talented student this is."
The night before school started, the phone at Teacher Fang's house rang again.
The principal's earnest voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Xiao Fang, there's a classmate named Huang Wenrong in your class. We need to pay special attention to him over the next few years. We can't let our superiors down."
The person who had already been marked in Teacher Fang's mind was now highlighted even more.
His good friend Zhang Chengli had mentioned it before, and now the principal specifically reminded him about it. Fang Qingxiao was a little confused about the background of Huang Wenrong.
On the day of registration, Teacher Fang held the admission letter in his hand and carefully checked the list.
When she saw Huang Wenrong's name, she couldn't help but confirm it again.
I took a look at the little girl in front of me. She was of medium height and not particularly outstanding, but she was indeed pretty, especially her eyes, which were flowing and seemed to be able to speak.
The ones who get special instructions from higher-ups are usually their own children, but Huang Wenrong's registered residence is in Anhui Province. Could it be that Xiao Que was chosen for her looks?
In this industry, who among the actors who have made it big doesn't have a strong background? The more innocent the girl, the more likely she is to be favored by the big guys.
Fang Qingxiao was well aware of these rules, which was why she did not go out to film after graduation, but instead chose to stay in school as a teacher.
From that day on, Teacher Fang paid attention in class and specifically trained Huang Wenrong.
At first, she did have a hint of targeting in her words. Since she wanted to take shortcuts to fame, she should tell her that acting wasn't easy.
She was extremely strict with Huang Wenrong, paying attention to every detail, from accent, pronunciation to punctuation of lines.
Huang Wenrong's performance was indeed not satisfactory at first, but Teacher Fang discovered that this little girl had a tenacity.
No matter how severely she was suppressed the day before, and no matter how dejected and dejected she left, she could still walk into the classroom with her head held high the next day and continue to practice hard.
The other students in the class were out looking for work or filming, but she was the only one practicing over and over again in the small classroom.
This spirit gradually changed Fang Qingxiao's perspective, and he began to teach her from the bottom of his heart. Just as Zhang Chengli said, this was a promising talent. She quickly immersed herself in the roles, embracing them deeply. With repeated practice, she began to perform vividly, whether cheerful, melancholic, mad, or grief-stricken.
A few months later, Fang Qingxiao took the time to call Director Zhang back.
"Chengli, the Huang Wenrong you mentioned is indeed a good seedling." She said with certainty in her voice.
"The little girl is a quick learner. With another year of training, she'll be able to play the leading role in a play."
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