The curtain opened, revealing a face that was very familiar to domestic movie audiences.

Even if Sun Hao in his previous life was not very familiar with the Chinese entertainment industry, he also knew the person in front of him - Zhang Yimou, the only person in China who uses the profession of director as a title without adding a prefix to his surname.

"Sorry, since I already auditioned for you once in April, I was afraid that I would be preconceived today, so I asked Teacher Chang Li to organize such a small ceremony!"

The cheerful Zhang Yimou pointed to the curtain in the classroom, but after a slight pause, he quickly changed the topic.

"Excuse me, who is the last student to recite "Haiyan"?"

"Oh me!"

Sun Hao, who had already retreated to the team, now had no choice but to take a step forward again.

"Classmate, your voice is good and has a great sense of imagery. If you still have time, would you be willing to perform a short piece for me?

Well, let’s play a rural teacher.”

"..."

Upon hearing this request, Sun Hao fell silent.

I was originally a soy sauce person!

The reason why I came here was because I was afraid that Teacher Chang would be angry, which would affect my idea of ​​getting a diploma in Chinese drama.

This afternoon while having dinner and drinking, I heard the three of them chatting. Originally, there were 20 students in the 96-level film and television acting class of China National Theater Academy, but after just two years, there were only 17 students left.

Mrs. Chang never showed mercy when expelling students who failed to meet the requirements.

"What, classmate, do you have a problem?"

"Oh Nope!

I was just thinking, how should I interpret the role of a rural teacher?" When he recited it just now, he used Mandarin with a flavor of Nanhe dialect. But now, Sun Hao's Mandarin is mixed with a little bit of Sichuan flavor.

Now that you've spoken, let's get mixed up. I'll show you all the different flavors of Mandarin so that if anyone asks, it will be easy to explain.

"Haha... I'm a good classmate, and my language skills are quite rich. Can you speak authentic northern Shaanxi dialect?"

"Stop."

"Haha..., Tiao Ze Lie, yes, that's the taste."

Looking at the excited Zhang Yimou, Sun Hao knew very well that going too far would not be enough, not to mention that he had no intention of acting with him.

After thinking for a moment, Sun Hao bowed slightly to Zhang Yimou and walked out the door briskly.

When Zhang Yimou saw this, he quickly came to the back door of the classroom with everyone and looked out into the corridor.

At this moment, Sun Hao, who was standing in the corridor, suddenly relaxed his shoulders, his straight body instantly became rickety, and his handsome face was full of sorrow.

Slowly moved to the back door of the classroom, took the "cigarette" out of his mouth with his hands, rubbed it against the wall, and when he saw that there was no more fire, he carefully put it into his pocket.

He stood still, stamped his feet, straightened his clothes, raised his hands and patted his face. When a smile appeared on his face, he tried to straighten his body and strode into the classroom.

"Hello students!"

"Pa bang bang..."

When Sun Hao stood on the 'podium', he wanted to continue to perform, but at this time, Zhang Yimou clapped his hands.

“This classmate, you don’t have to act anymore, it’s up to you!

If there is no problem with you, can you come with me to the dam tonight?"

"ah…"

"Wow…"

"When did Mouse's acting skills become so awesome?"

"Two days ago, Teacher Chang criticized him for saying that the homework he handed in was just acting?"

…

And amidst the whispers of the classmates, a voice suddenly became abrupt.

"Director..., Bashang, can I not go?"

"Well…"

Zhang Yimou is a little confused!

In my memory, since "Red Sorghum", no actor in China has ever rejected me in person.

"Um..., classmate, can I ask why?"

Perhaps because he was afraid that the actor he had finally found would refuse again, Zhang Yimou added with a smile:

"Classmate, to be honest, the salary offered to the leading actor in my movie is quite high."

Having traveled around the world for so many years in his previous life, what kind of temptation has he never experienced? Sun Hao smiled faintly and was about to tell the reasons that he had already prepared, but before he could speak, someone grabbed his T-shirt.

"Director, don't worry!

I, Chang Li, guarantee with my personality that at seven o'clock tonight, this guy will definitely join our crew and go to Fengning together."

…

With Chang Li's character as a guarantor, Zhang Yimou left, satisfied.

The crew still has some chores that need to be handled by themselves, so don’t pay close attention!

Perhaps it was because they had failed many auditions, but the male students in the class did not have much emotional fluctuations. Two of them were so happy that they even made an appointment to have a drink at the Yujia Xiaochao in front of the Central Theater.

Sun Hao, who was feeling uneasy, was left behind. Sitting opposite him was the head teacher Chang Li, an old lady who looked kind-hearted.

"Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"Before we get down to business, I have two questions. Can you explain them to me first?"

"Teacher Chang, tell me!"

"You are the only kid in our class who came from Dongshan. To tell the truth, if it weren't for the shadow of a dragon between your eyebrows, I wouldn't have accepted you at that time.

Because your Mandarin is terrible, full of a very strong Jiaodong accent, which was the case until three days ago.

But now, why do you speak Mandarin so authentically, and it can also be mixed with many flavors, such as eastern Henan, southern Sichuan, and Cantonese..."

"hey-hey…"

Sun Hao tried his best to turn his smile into a simple one, and scratched his head with his hand, "Teacher Chang, I think I may have suddenly enlightened."

"Haha..., really?"

"certainly!"

After scanning Sun Hao's face for a long time, Chang Li suddenly smiled when she saw that she couldn't find any flaws.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

"Um…"

"Sun Hao, the teacher still has a question." Just when Sun Hao was thinking about how he should politely refuse, the head teacher Chang Li spoke again.

"Since the day you entered school, you, like Zhang Ziyi and Zeng Li, have called me Chang Mom in private. But now, why have you suddenly changed your title?"

Hearing these words, Sun Hao was sweating like rain.

In his previous life, he had been involved in the fraud world for 43 years. Before he disappeared, he had never made a mistake. Unexpectedly, he had just traveled to the Chinese Opera for a short time, and a Chinese Opera professor discovered the flaw.

How to explain it?

If he admits his crime, he will be sent to some mysterious research institute in the country immediately and sliced ​​into pieces if he fails to protect himself.

If you don't admit it, you can't tell the lie.

Who knows if the original owner called Mrs. Chang Chang’s mom in private?

"Ha ha…"

At this moment, Chang Li suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand and handed over the handkerchief, "Wipe your sweat, silly boy!"

You are so thoughtful, but you still want to play tricks on me.

Do you think that by calling me Teacher Chang, you don’t have to bear the mental guilt and can refuse to act in the director’s movies?

Haha, I tell you!

It's useless. As long as you call me Chang Ma, I will treat you as my son for the rest of my life. I will beat you when I need to, and scold you when I need to scold you!
Chapter completed!