novellhall Chapter 18 You think it's too expensive, but I think it's too expensive too!
Chapter 18 You think it's too expensive, but I think it's too expensive too!
Zhou Ye finished singing the last word.
She clasped her hands back in front of her abdomen and looked at Feng Yuanzheng cautiously.
Feng Yuanzheng is a very serious person.
It's not the kind of seriousness that's "pretending to be strict but actually being easy to talk to".
Even in art exams, they will directly point out the shortcomings of these candidates.
"Young man, your singing is a little off-key!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ye felt like he was about to cry.
"But the pronunciation is very clear, without any accent; and the transitions and breath control are excellent!"
"Go down!"
With this sudden turn of events, Zhou Ye forced back the tears that were about to well up in his eyes.
"Thank you, teacher!" Zhou Ye bowed, her voice still trembling with sobs.
She turned and walked towards the waiting area.
Her steps were much lighter than when she went on stage, and her tulle skirt swayed gently with each step, as if she were happy too.
When she walked up to Wang Zian, their eyes met.
Zhou Ye flashed a bright white smile, looking very happy.
Wang Zian looked at her face, which was both crying and laughing; he took his right hand out of his pocket and gave her a thumbs up.
Zhou Ye saw the thumbs up.
Her smile widened a little, and she raised her chin slightly, as if to say, "Of course."
She walked to her seat, hugged her down jacket to her chest, her legs stopped shaking, her hands stopped clenching, and she felt like a tightly wound string had finally loosened a little.
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Soon, their group of students finished their performance.
Next comes the random performance segment, a crucial step in determining whether art students can pass the second round of auditions.
The ten members of their group were called back to the center of the stage and made to stand in a row.
The heat from the spotlight poured down from above, making the back of my neck feel slightly hot.
Feng Yuanzheng's gaze swept across their faces one by one.
That gaze wasn't quick, but it carried weight.
This is putting pressure on the group of people without them even realizing it.
"Very good, three women and seven men."
He turned to a page of the scoring sheet. "You have five minutes to form your own groups. The performance topic is 'arguing in the market'!"
After saying that, he leaned back in his chair.
That gesture seemed to say: From now on, the stage belongs to you.
Prince An put his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
vegetable market.
He thought about the word for a moment.
And then what? What does he need to do? What can someone who has never studied acting do in this segment?
I'm not doing anything anymore!
He has absolutely no acting skills.
Just stand aside and watch.
The other nine students immediately sprang into action.
The impromptu skit segment is a key training component in any art exam preparation institution.
The boy who just borrowed the sword seems to be very opinionated; he pulled three people aside to discuss the roles they would be playing.
Zhou Ye was also in it.
"We've all learned this topic in our art exam preparation class. Everyone, please assign roles according to the plan we just discussed!"
The group nodded in agreement.
"Zhou Ye, you play the person buying vegetables, and I play the person selling vegetables; you buy my vegetables to cook for your sick boyfriend. Then you say my vegetables aren't fresh, and we start arguing."
He pointed to the other two people, "One will play the butcher next door, and the other will play the peacemaker. When we argue, you each take sides, one of you will help her call me heartless, and the other of you will help me say she's being unreasonable."
"No problem!" The group nodded in agreement.
The boy's arrangement was quite appropriate, with clear logic, well-defined conflicts, and each person having their own task.
Just as the group finished their discussion and were about to disperse, they noticed Wang Zian standing to the side.
Wang Zian stood at the edge of the stage, his hands still in his pockets.
The hoodie's hood was bunched up behind his neck, and his posture was relaxed but not sloppy.
He was watching another group of candidates discussing on the other side of the stage—it seemed to be a group of three, arguing about who should play the fishmonger.
His expression was calm, with a faint, detached curiosity.
He's so special!
While everyone else was nervously dividing into groups and discussing, he remained unmoved.
"Don't you have a seat?" Zhou Ye was the first to notice him.
Before Wang Zian could answer, the boy spoke up first.
"No, Zhou Ye!" the man called out to her directly; "We only have four people prepared, if we pull another one, we won't be able to manage in a short time!"
Prince An nodded in agreement.
"Sorry, buddy!" The boy glanced at Wang Zi'an, his tone genuinely apologetic. "Take a look at the other groups." He said with a hint of apology.
"It's nothing." Wang Zian said these two words in a very calm tone, without any trace of displeasure on his face.
He shifted his gaze from Zhou Ye and scanned the rest of the stage.
The two groups next to them also noticed Wang Zian, but they were already prepared and avoided his gaze.
This is the moment to decide your own destiny.
No one will help someone indiscriminately.
Zhou Ye was still looking at him.
Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't bring herself to say it.
A thin, transparent layer of apology filled those almond-shaped eyes.
Wang Zian smiled at her.
"Good luck to you guys, I've never studied acting."
His words were neither too loud nor too soft, and everyone on the stage heard them.
But not many people believed it, after all, Wang Zian's previous performance was too impressive.
He doesn't seem like someone who hasn't studied.
The swordplay was executed with fluid grace, even earning the approval of Feng Yuanzheng.
The performance of "Stranded" was both moving and emotional, with clean and crisp high notes and transitions. The examiner personally said, "After listening all day, I finally heard a voice that was full of emotion."
How can someone like that claim they've never studied acting?
"Time's up!"
Feng Yuan was checking the time, not giving an extra second.
"Now, please begin your performance. We will score you based on your performance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zian felt as if his surroundings had exploded.
"Come and take a look! These are freshly picked bok choy, so crisp and fresh!"
"How much is your meat? Eighteen? That's too expensive! The one across the street only charges fifteen!"
"Sister, feel this meat! It's from a pig that was just slaughtered this morning, it's still warm! Where can you find pork these days? You think it's too expensive, and I think it's too expensive too!"
"Make way, make way! The fish is about to float belly up, selling it cheap!"
They hawk their wares, solicit customers, introduce dishes, and haggle over prices.
The atmosphere is perfect!
Although the dialogue was poorly written, they did manage to capture the lively and bustling atmosphere of the marketplace.
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The five teachers watched the performance on stage with focused attention.
Feng Yuanzheng frowned, a sigh escaping his lips.
The children thought the questions were easy and didn't think much about them.
Little did they know that the simpler the question, the more it tested their acting skills.
There were even instances where the actors looked at the proctors during their performances; and the acting was completely out of touch with reality.
Each one looks like it was copied from a TV series, not something you see in a vegetable market.
They probably had never been to a farmers' market before, and the performance was one that someone else had already done.