High-Risk Celebrity Lifebook [Rebirth]

At noon, Jiang Zhuo ate lunch in the test preparation room, and his group's preliminary test didn't start until three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, both the judges and the art candidates were somewhat exhausted. Jiang Zhuo even heard from the conversations of some teachers that there were almost no art candidates who performed outstandingly in the latter groups.

无法在狼多肉少的情况下脱颖而出,就没有进入复试的机会，丰影表演系每年只招收200人,可以进入复试的人数是□□左右,是4：1的比例。如果复试通过,高考分数和丰影艺考分数相加,总成绩在前200名,就能进入丰影,但这是10:1的比例。

Choose one out of ten, and only when you fully demonstrate your own advantages in a short 3-minute performance, can you get a chance.

Jiang Zhuo knew that the judges had seen a lot of recitations by art candidates before, and both their senses and emotions were weak and numb. If they continued to listen, they would only feel the same and inevitably feel boring. In the end, they only had the professionalism that took years to practice. Judging the level of a recitation from a sexual perspective, the score will be very strict at this time.

So Jiang Zhuo felt that he should be serious, use facial expressions, body parts, and reciting voice to mobilize the emotions of the judges as much as possible, and wake up their enthusiastic heartbeats——

Jiang Zhuo worked so hard not only to enter Fengying, but more importantly, this kind of challenge was exactly what he liked.

Jiang Zhuo and the other four stood in the back. On the left was a row of chairs with several young people sitting. Right in front of him was Liu Weitian who was reciting aloud. Opposite him was the judges. There were seven people, one of whom was a star who was always seen on TV. , is also from Fengying, and three are teachers of our school, and the rest are teachers and artists hired from the National Theater and Opera House.

When I first came in, the young girl sitting on the left brought a wet towel, sprayed it with makeup remover to remove the makeup of all the art candidates who had scratched their makeup, wiped off all the thick eyeliner and liquid foundation, and completely covered the false The chemicals disappeared, revealing the real faces, including Liu Weitian.

Liu Weitian's skin color is yellowish. After removing makeup, the real skin color is completely revealed. This kind of skin color is actually not mainstream in the entertainment industry today, and Fengying is a mainstream performance school, so Liu Weitian's face Not the judges' favourite.

When Liu Weitian came in, Liu Weitian's agent tried his best to apply liquid foundation for him, but he didn't expect Fengying's art examination to be so strict.

However, after removing makeup, Liu Weitian felt much refreshed, and even his shoulders were relaxed. From behind, Jiang Zhuo could see that his every move was like a puppet controlled by □□□, his body had returned and he had become himself again, and this 3-minute recitation It was also performed very well by Liu Weitian.

This puts more pressure on the latter art candidate.

Jiang Zhuo is the last one, and even he is the last one. He needs to surpass Liu Weitian to get a high score, because he has no acting experience and no reputation. Master Guo Wenhong did not officially accept him, and he cannot hold the master The name of the disciple saves face.

But Jiang Zhuo didn't care about these extra points. He has always been very confident in his performance. If he wants to make the judges' senses not feel weak and numb, and make their hearts jump, then he will perform under limited conditions. Bar--

Jiang Zhuo has always believed that acting can change everything.

He and Liu Weitian exchanged positions, one forward, one backward, looking at each other.

Liu Weitian gave him a provocative look, and he gave the face that became natural and handsome after wiping away the liquid foundation a charming smile.

No one resisted Jiang Zhuo's temptation, and so did Liu Weitian. He took a short breath and turned his head away.

Jiang Zhuo stood in the middle, looked at the judges with a smile on his face, and introduced himself: "Hello teachers, I am Jiang Zhuo, No. 06 art examinee, from Mingzhu High School in Danyun City. Tagore once said that when we love the world, I live in this world, and for me, I live in this world when I love acting, so I came to the place that can bear my dream, which is Fengjing Film Academy."

A brief self-introduction, which is required for both the initial test and the retest.

Jiang Zhuo's vigorous temperament attracted the attention of the judges. Among them, Fengying's teacher liked him very much at first sight. Most of the art students believe in the first impression. The teacher said gently: "Recite poetry , essays, novels and any other literary subject, the time is limited to 3 minutes, you can start at any time, directly talk about the title and author.”

Jiang Zhuo nodded, cleared his throat and said loudly: "Miller, the author of "Emily"."

The timer in front of the judges had already started to operate, and Jiang Zhuo's eyes also changed instantly.

His eyes were extremely gentle, and he stared at the front dotingly, as if there was his most beloved person in front of him, and the heart of the judges who touched his eyes couldn't help but soften.

This is a performance that uses only eyes without using body parts. The judges are already interested and sit up straight.

Jiang Zhuo stretched out his right hand, his eyes changed from tenderness to panic, and he growled eagerly: "Emily—come to me quickly! Get away from those ferocious hyenas!"

The eyes of the judges lit up. This art candidate has a lot of reciting skills. His words are correct, the pauses and the rhythm are handled very well. What's more rare is that he can bring emotions into the recitation.

The young man's eyes gradually became desperate, his hands slowly lowered, and he sighed full of sadness: "God, why did you let me see it with my own eyes——"

The young man clasped his lowered hands, his eyes still slumped: "The knife and halberd devour your chest, the hawk kisses your throat, and the dandelion covers you like snowflakes with a quilt!"

"The world seems to have entered heaven, and it also seems to have fallen into hell!"

The young man sighed affectionately and sadly: "My life already belongs to you—"

As if a storm was approaching, the boy's eyes became resolute, mobilizing the hearts of the judges with a 'click'.

"I would like to fight for you as a siege warrior." The young man's eyes became a little bit more serious, his tone was high, his right hand that was hanging down before became a fist, and his thin body suddenly showed infinite fighting spirit and anger, and he continued to read Said: "The cowardly man put on the armor, and the heroic soul is protecting him, and he is attacking the enemy—"

"The crazy man is about to come to the battlefield, the blood of his comrades protects him, and pays homage to the dead—"

"The one who lost his love raises his weapon, the one he loves is protecting him, may he have a safe life—"

The boy's eyes were red, and everyone present felt the tragic emotion. The art candidates standing behind were immersed in the atmosphere of sadness and couldn't help themselves. They felt the boy's pain in their hearts. The judges in front of them shook their heads for countless times. , How many times have they sighed, they are getting rid of the sad emotions brought to them by the juvenile reciting, but this emotion is like a shadow and cannot leave.

The young man took a deep breath and made a gesture of hugging himself. It was obviously a simple gesture, but it made the judges who watched it feel cold and couldn't help shivering.

"The roaring snow froze our bodies!"

"The cold wind freezes our senses!"

"Battle makes the rebels insensitive, and reality teaches us to be beasts, so that we can fight beasts!"

The young man opened his arms, raised his head, closed his eyes, a drop of tear slipped out of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The frost on the knife and halberd melted in the hot blood. I finally found my soul. So it already belonged to you."

"Emily—"

"Please let me follow you, even in death."

Jiang Zhuo's eyes were clear, without any sadness or tears, as if the scene just now was all an illusion.

And after a while, there was a clear and long exclamation from the judges' seat. Jiang Zhuo looked over and found that it was not the star, nor the teachers of Fengying, but a performer from the Chinese Theater, an old artist Seeing Jiang Zhuo looking at him, he couldn't help showing a kind smile: "I am emotionally sensitive, and your recitation has been substituted into the lines in the poem. I have some feelings. I don't know if you would like to willing to listen."

Jiang Zhuo didn't know who the other party was, but the old artist was sitting in the middle, and the judges around him also respected him very much. He should be a highly respected senior in the performing arts world, so he quickly said, "Tell me."

"In the process of reciting, you mobilize the emotions of all the judges and teachers." The old artist looked around at the other judges, looked at Jiang Zhuo with kind eyes, and asked, "How did you do it?"

Jiang Zhuo was surprised and then relieved. This question is very simple. The old artist did not ask it because he couldn't see it, but it was a testing question for him.

Jiang Zhuo thought for a while and replied: "Rhythm, pause, stress and light tone can all express the emotions in the poem, such as the sentence 'I would like to fight for you as a siege warrior' should be replaced by 'I would like to be /Siege/Warrior/Pause for your battle, the pitch of the siege starts to rise, and the pronunciation of the battle is accentuated."

"Is that all? Many art candidates can do these skills, but in my eyes you use more than these." The old artist showed a mischievous smile.

Jiang Zhuo also laughed. He didn't feel much nervous at first, but now he felt more happy when facing such an elder. He completely put aside his identity as an art candidate and talked freely and freely: "Besides, there are also physical and demeanor The performance on the screen, but the most important thing is the eyes, which have always mobilized the emotions of the teachers."

Jiang Zhuo pointed to his narrow eyes.

The judges were all watching, those eyes were quite charming, but the moment Jiang Zhuo pointed them away, those eyes became extremely sad and sad, and gradually became hollow and hopeless. Extremely angry, people's hearts are filled with extreme anger, and then changed again, this time the eyes are very complicated, with anger and sadness, the former two emotions are mixed together, making people feel very irritable and difficult to calm down.

Jiang Zhuo put down his finger, his eyes turned back to be seductive again, smiled at the judges and teachers with different expressions, and said: "Because the eyes are the windows to the soul, everyone always mistakenly think that the emotions seen in the eyes are It is a real emotion, so it is easy to believe the emotion brought by the eyes, and the result is controlled by the emotion."