After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

The judges sitting in the audience really wanted to applaud, but since they were not the so-called audience, they could not make any noise to disturb the candidates' performance and the camera's filming, otherwise they would have cheered loudly.

After finishing the first subject, Lu Rong quickly calmed down his spirit and made a gesture to the teacher in front of the camera.

The teacher inserts the USB flash drive submitted in advance by the examinee into the device.

In previous years' exams, the section of self-selected repertoire was mainly a cappella, and all candidates were not allowed to prepare their own accompaniment.

However, today's exam reform has added many more humane conveniences. Vocal music is inseparable, so the restrictions on candidates' accompaniment have been lifted.

In front of the camera, the light was soft and warm, sprinkling on the boy like a veil. He was wearing a simple and elegant long gown, giving people a warm and friendly first impression.

The accompaniment sounded quietly, the melodious sound of the guzheng was like the gurgling of water, the crisp sound of the pipa was like raindrops, and the graceful sound of the erhu was like crying and complaining, interweaving a poetic and poignant picture.

(Song "Musician")

The young man closed his eyes slightly and opened his lips:

"If I could convey a sentiment to the sound of the strings, the distant North Star would echo it."

"I took out this Paulownia harp for you again, and I played it so attentively."

"You, who untied the shackles on my ankles, walked in the palace humming a strange accent."

"I turned around and saw you while playing the zither for the king. The sound of the strings was filled with the emotions of our first encounter."

"The moonlight often comes to my hometown, sending back so many people who have left me.

Swallowing the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me, these years can pass quietly..."

His voice is clear and penetrating, and every note seems to be full of affection.

In the singing, one seems to see a musician pouring out his thoughts alone under the moon. The sound of the piano travels through time and touches the hearts of everyone present.

As the melody progressed, the boy's expression became more and more devoted, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a lingering sadness.

Coincidentally, at this time a long and sad wind instrument was played, coupled with the singer's moving gaze, and for a moment the whole room was filled with a sense of sadness as if one was gazing into the distance in a reed marsh.

"The lights swayed throughout the capital, listening to the rain, and the night wind spread out a few ripples."

"Stay outside the door and listen to me practice this song. I'll prepare a raincoat for you."

“The sound of the zither reached the homes of ordinary people, and some were laughing and some were crying.

I shed a tear when the love reached its deepest level, and my homesickness returned as the string broke..."

The boy's voice trembled slightly, with a barely perceptible sob, and he dreamed of that bleak rainy night. The feelings between the two of them were subtly heating up. He sang about love, but the words were full of helplessness.

"You twist your fingers into a butterfly and fly from the window frame, passing over my fingertips and brows."

"The sound of your breathing is only because you are gradually becoming quieter. Blow out the lights and let me hug you."

A melodious, deep and slightly sad tune sounded, and the erhu's distant and desolate tone lingered and sobbed, telling the complex inner world and endless past of the erhu player.

The continuation and change of notes take away the flow of time, making people immersed in the emotional atmosphere created by the music.

It is like a gentle breeze, blowing the tenderness deep in people's hearts; it is also like a deep lake, rippling layers of ripples.

The various instruments in the accompaniment also became more passionate, and the song entered its climax, and then it seemed as if the dust had settled.

"On the winter solstice, the king released me and I returned to my hometown alone. I carried my zither on my back and looked back to the palace."

"You hummed the half song we were familiar with, mixed with your deep sobs."

"The road to home is long, long, long, it is a poem that people can never finish walking."

"I composed the music for you, and then I felt sad because I couldn't help myself."

"The moonlight always shines on my hometown, and I am the fish released back into the pond."

"Thinking of you feeding me that spoonful of hot porridge, this memory ends there, and the years still pass quietly..."

Finally, the singing gradually died down, the accompaniment slowly ended, and the entire examination room fell into a brief silence.

The lyrics describe the story of a zither player who plays the zither for the king in the palace, but has a special emotional bond with the king's close guards.

The zither player left his hometown and was brought to the palace. He was shackled but still played moving music. While playing the zither for the king, he met a guard humming in his hometown accent.

However, the king's favor was fickle, and the zither player fell out of favor because he refused the king's approach. He was confined to the cold palace in Nanyuan, and his paulownia zither was damaged. The guards brought him ointments and food, and tried their best to make a new paulownia zither.

Eventually the zither player was released by the king and returned home alone. When he left the palace, he heard the guards humming a familiar tune mixed with low sobs, and he felt sad about how he had no control over his own affairs.

This song expresses the zither player's longing for his hometown, his deep affection for his guards, and his helplessness and sigh about the fickleness of fate. It depicts the suppression of personal emotions and helplessness under the power and rules of the court.

Lu Rong spared no effort and sang out all these mixed feelings, which were full of sincerity and sadness.

Due to the reform, the judges in the audience no longer have the right to comment and can only provide paper scores and the right to interrupt or terminate the performance.

Their faces flushed slightly. They had never wanted to applaud a candidate as much as they did today. The first one gave them such a big surprise.

Lu Rong has excellent vocal conditions, with pure sound quality, clear and clean voice, unique timbre, and particularly high recognition. The song she just sang was crisp and ethereal, just like a clear spring in the mountains.

Not only was their breath control stable, but their expressiveness was also strong. If they hadn't known that the examination room they were in was for performing arts students, they would have thought they had walked into the wrong music examination room.

As listeners, they felt like someone was stuffing a jar of old wine into their arms. The first sip tasted like green plums after the rain, the second taste was spicy, and the third sip left an indescribable lingering aftertaste.

Fine bran, really fine bran!

Lu Rong himself didn't have much feeling about it. There was a big difference between what he heard when he sang and what others heard him sing. He just felt that he performed well today.

It seems a little hot today, and the teachers on the judges' panel all have red faces.

Fortunately, there was a central control teacher on the scene. Under his instructions, Lu Rong came to the storage table and took out the prop flower gun he brought with him, signaling the start of the performance.

When they saw this handsome young man take out a hot spear, the people who thought he was going to dance were shocked and their expressions showed obvious changes of emotions.

Because the time was short and the goal of this segment was to display the body, Lu Rong did not add any lyrics, and not only that, he also had to show off his skills as much as possible.

Lu Rong stood firmly with his feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, his right hand tightly grasping the middle of the spear, his arm straight and strong, and the spear shaft perpendicular to the ground.

His left hand was stretched out on the front end of the spear, with his fingers bent, controlling the balance of the spear while also accumulating strength.

His waist was straight, his chest rose and fell regularly, his breathing was long and deep, and the red tassel of his gun fluttered in the air-conditioning wind.

He tilted his head, his aura spread out, his eyes sharp, and looked straight ahead, which was where the judges' seats were.

The judge, who was suddenly stung by the gaze, felt his calves tremble under the table, and secretly sighed in his heart, "This look is great, he is worthy of being a student of the acting department."

In the audio on the USB disk, gongs and drums were beating earth-shakingly, and the drumbeats of Qiuse were like a magnificent war song.

The young man flipped over and spun in an instant. The spear in his hand looked like a flying silver dragon, and the tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, which was dazzling.

The gun barrel spun rapidly in his hand and turned into a ball of light and shadow.

With a flick of his hand, the gun flower bloomed like snowflakes, thousands of dots, dense and airtight. He raised his elbow and stood up. The gun body circled like a swimming dragon, fierce and powerful, with momentum like a rainbow.

Suddenly, the boy leaped up and did a neat and swift turn. He twisted his waist in the air and landed on the ground in a horse stance without moving an inch, which perfectly illustrates the saying that appearance is not the best way to judge a person.

When performing with the spear, Lu Rong did a somersault to catch the spear on his back. The spear flew around his back quickly and he held it with his backhand. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. He then performed a Su Qin carrying a sword on his back and the spear spun rapidly above his head.

With each swing of the hand, the few spectators present and the camera with a steadily flashing red light seemed to be intimidated by the boy's aura.

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, the wantonness revealed in his eyes made the air around him become hot.

Lu Rong's steps are light and steady, like a dragonfly skimming the water or a butterfly flying through flowers. Each step is perfectly coordinated with the dancing of the flower spear. It seems like she is just strolling in the garden, but there is a mystery hidden inside.

Looking at the colorful spear again, it has the momentum of a dragon emerging from the sea, or a snake spitting out its tongue. The spear tassel flutters like a burning flame, reflecting the young man's slender figure.

As the pace quickened, his movements became more fierce.

A somersault was followed by a series of dazzling gunshots, like a storm, making it almost impossible to see the shadows of the guns.

Afterwards, Lu Rong threw the spear at an extremely tricky angle. The spear flew like an arrow from a bow, four meters high, and just got stuck at the maximum height of the examination room.

At the moment it was about to fall, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand to catch it steadily, then turned around with the tip of the gun pointing downward and paused in the bow stance.

This action lasted for about three seconds, signaling the central control teacher to end the recording.

But for some reason the teacher at the control center did not take any action, and it was only until a judge reminded him that a recording accident was avoided.

"Candidates, please come forward and draw the test questions paperlessly." said the judge in the middle.

This was the first time he spoke since Candidate No. 1 came in, and he felt very uncomfortable. The previous rules were more comfortable. At least they could whisper to each other, applaud, etc.

If the previous performances could be considered excellent, then the opera flower spear performance just now was impeccable, and all three of them gave it full marks.

Although the candidates performed martial arts moves throughout, the sharp-eyed students could tell that it was a dramatic performance rather than simple martial arts from the candidates' finger-picking, non-object performance and eye contact.

Even if it was martial arts, they would still give high scores, but what shocked the judges was that the candidate took the initiative to increase the difficulty by more than one level.

It was so enjoyable to watch in just a few minutes, and it made people excited.

Lu Rong bowed to express his gratitude and carefully placed the flower spear back on the storage table.

After having just experienced an intense exercise, the boy's body was still as clean as when he came, without a drop of sweat. On the contrary, the judges who had been sitting still were all red-faced and sweating profusely.

Although it was a bit strange, Lu Rong, who was emotionally stable, did not ask any questions. He took the tablet handed to him by the central control teacher and began to draw test questions.

The test questions in Jianghai Province are quite boring. In previous years, they were all based on real-life scenarios such as campus job fairs, lost and found offices, and neighborhood disputes.

You can play any role in the scene, such as neighborhood owners, security guards, property managers, cleaners, etc.

Because it is close to life, it is easy to act, but because it is close to life, it is difficult to express naturally without any traces of acting.

I wonder if the test questions will be adjusted accordingly after today's reform, Lu Rong thought, and chose the lucky blind number 8.

The title is: Chinese audiences reflect on their lives.

Lu Rong: “OO”

How does this relate to current events?

As smart as Lu Rong is, he immediately connected it to the recent popular Olympic Games live broadcast on TV, and did not show any panic when faced with the new questions.

After thinking for a moment and figuring out what was going on, he walked to the edge of the camera's field of view and made an OK gesture.

The teacher at the control center didn't expect the boy to prepare so quickly. He was stunned for a moment before turning on the video.

"You are not allowed to look at Erping anymore!" Lu Rong turned a corner and came in from the invisible door. He seemed to be holding a cup in his hand. The hand that was not holding the cup scratched his arm. His tone was helpless but also a little expectant.

"Wait until you win three before leaving..."

"Oh, it's 4:2..." The smile on Lu Rong's face gradually disappeared, the cup in his hand was gone, and his limbs began to move restlessly.

The judges looked more and more familiar. Wasn't this Zhang Ben and Fan Zhendong's competition in front of the TV? He was playing me...

The fight was still going on, and Lu Rong's restlessness lasted for a long time. His lips, which had originally been smiling, drooped, his brows became dull, and he blinked more frequently.

With her fingers crossed, she walked back and forth in the room, not daring to look back in the direction she came from, but every strand of her hair seemed to be looking in that direction.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear cheers coming from the TV. He opened his eyes, his dimples appeared before his smile, and he turned around suddenly: "He's ahead, I'll go check it out."

The man had already walked out, and after a moment he came back and said to the people in the room with a smile: "Swapping positions definitely means we can win..."

"We are two goals ahead, we will definitely win, come and see, and you will win!"

Tie again.

Lu Rong: “OO”

The young man slammed the door and stomped his feet loudly. His fair cheeks began to turn red, and his ears turned red. He took a deep breath, but couldn't breathe anymore, so he took another breath.

"There's a bit of metaphysics in it, you know. If you look, you lose, and if you don't, you win."

Lu Rong hugged her chest and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. Her hair was disheveled and she looked a little suffocated. "Win three first and then go out and watch. Seriously."

The judges were amused by the boy. These little actions came one after another. They seemed to have done them all the time when they recalled the previous nights. Why didn't they find it so funny then...

"Oh why is it six levels again..." The boy moved from one wall to that wall, but his attention was always fixed in one direction.

The gradually crazy boy suddenly began to jump around nonsensically, with his hands in the shape of a kangaroo, then turned sideways and did a non-property performance, holding a ball in one hand and a racket in the other, imitating the posture of an athlete to kick off.

When he stood up, he was stunned for a moment, then he turned his ear and judged from the sound: "The serve hit the net."

Then he started doing metaphysics again, pretending to be possessed by a spirit and playing a characterless game, talking a lot and looking very energetic.

Then I heard a voice, hey, guess what, Zhang Ben is ahead again, and I just smacked my lips and laughed.

The whole set of small combos was so smooth that the judges were stunned. In particular, everyone present had seen the most arduous game in the Olympics, so their sense of immersion was doubled.

This seemingly exaggerated performance is actually of very high quality, because Lu Rong plays the role of an audience member's true reactions in private, and he performs the relaxed and relaxed state at home very well.

The boy was also very detailed. Although his movements were scattered, his entire attention was always focused outside the simulated room. When he spoke, his eyes were always directed towards the other person in the room.

The future life is terrible...

After four rounds in a row, the judges and even the emotionless teacher Zhongkong felt an irrepressible admiration for Candidate No. 1.

Several people looked at each other, and they all felt that the first place in the professional art exam was most likely decided.

(The lyrics have 422 words, and the supplement has 450.)