Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

He is a rookie director who has not been in the industry for a long time, but he believes in his own eyesight, so he entrusts this role to Han Qiubai who has no acting experience. The expected effect was even better than what he expected in advance. He didn't know how this child did it. There was no trace of deliberation in such a performance.

"He will be a good actor. He is naturally suitable for this profession." It was Lin Lan who spoke. He had already recovered from the pain of "jet lag". With an objective evaluation.

"I knew that Xiaolan had the same thoughts as me." Chu Qiao cast Xiao Jingliu a "how about it, I'm right" look.

Xiao Jingliu tapped his chin with his knuckles, pointed at Han Qiubai with a half-smile, and then pointed at himself, his eyes were clear, and he said lightly, "His Bole is me."

Han Qiubai took a mouthful of orange juice and stuck it in his throat, like swallowing a fly.

Chu Qiao made a disdainful gesture: "You are just lucky, you are the first to meet him. Qiubai's qualifications, there is no shortage of Bole. Even if you don't poach him, someone else will naturally poach him. Sooner or later."

Qiu Donglei asked Han Qiubai: "Xiao Qiubai, do you really have no acting experience?"

Han Qiubai glared at him, poured the orange juice down his throat, and said, "No."

God knows how many times he has been asked this question. Is it wrong for him to act too well?

Acting skills, how should I put it, everyone has it. Based on his experience of living for more than 30 years in his last life, ginseng who can't act is a good ginseng.

In life, everyone is an actor and queen, it is not uncommon to be able to act, but it is strange for people who can't act.

The author has something to say: Bitter gourd face, I think I can't hold it anymore, what's the matter... =-=

I am drowsy in the morning and drowsy in the evening. I put my palms together and recite the eight-character mantra, and the sleepiness fades away!

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12. Chapter 12...

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In this way, a special project team centered on Han Qiubai was established.

In the next few days, the three generals who were invited to return to China began to show their skills, and they became busy vigorously.

Xiao Jingliu specially allocated an independent studio for them, and agreed to all their requests and all the equipment they needed, and gave them a green channel.

In contrast, Yue Yun was the most relaxed one. Taking advantage of this free time, he took advantage of the few remaining MVs and commercials on hand, except for the first-line actors of the two companies who needed Except for the adjustment time, everything else is successfully completed.

As the protagonist, Han Qiubai runs between school and company every day, and the time at home is decreasing day by day. He often goes to bed after dinner and homework at night, and goes out after breakfast in the morning. He has no time to stay at home on weekends.

Han's mother complained to Han's father again and again, saying that her son was wild at such a young age, and he would definitely be even worse when he grew up.

Han's father comforted Han's mother, saying it wasn't what you said, let his son work hard and become a big star in the future.It is not so easy to become a big star, success requires a price.

Mother Han said, I regret it, why don't we ask my son to terminate the contract?

Father Han = Mouth =...

Han Xiaomei said, my brother is bad, my brother won't play with Xixue anymore, bad brother.

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For Han Qiubai, the first grade courses were too easy. Even if he didn't come to school, he only came to do the papers at the end of each semester, and he believed that his grades could be among the best.

That's the advantage of being born again, and the difference between the wisdom of a 30-something and the brain of a six-year-old.

But he still insists on going to school every day, sitting in the classroom, listening to the teacher teach reading textbooks, teaching pinyin literacy, teaching dictation, teaching addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and formulas. In fact, it is not so boring.

When he grew up, he learned English because of compulsory education, and Italian because he studied music. He can also speak some simple German, French, Japanese and Spanish.

Too many letters and the International Phonetic Alphabet are mixed in, but the pinyin is gradually forgotten.

When the computer became a necessity of life, although his Chinese characters were still very beautiful, he didn't even know the correct pinyin of each character when he was learning to type on the computer. In desperation, he finally learned the Wubi typing method.

It was an experience he will never forget.

Now that he has the opportunity to learn pinyin again, he is quite interested.

Another point is that you don't have to face those "old friends" all day long when you come to school.

In all fairness, those few people are good-looking, they all have an outstanding appearance, they are spotlights wherever they are placed, and they can attract the attention of a lot of people.

Judging by the appearance, the appearance is good; judging by the figure, the figure is tall; judging by the limbs, the limbs are evenly long; judging by the proportion, the proportion is perfect.

God is a eccentric ghost and a philanthropist. Sometimes he only favors one person, and sometimes he favors a group of people.

Those four people were equally distinguished, and each had a unique temperament.

Xiao Jingliu is feminine and gorgeous, Lin Lan is indifferent and mysterious, Chu Qiao is chic and handsome, Qiu Donglei is cool and stylish, any one of them will be the target of a man's envy and a woman's nympho.

But who would know that 20 years later, these four men who look like Mr. Guijie will control the underworld forces in the old and new cities, run rampant, and become all-powerful figures of the moment. The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

They are not ordinary people at all. The so-called occupations are just appearances, the last freedom before they formally take over the family business, or they are used as a cover.

But no matter what, in their bones, there is a kind of sinister aura that cannot be erased.

That cannot be faked.

Every time he saw them, Han Qiubai would unconsciously compare them with the "big guys" he knew in the past. This is ridiculous, because there is a difference in age. Years are two concepts.

But he just couldn't help thinking about it, and sometimes he would even giggle suddenly in front of those people, and when he thought of those bad pictures, he would show disgusted expressions at them.

A few people who don't know where he is will jokingly say that he is practicing acting and has fallen into the fantasy of his own world.

Only he himself knows, that is his true emotion.

School is a place where he can relax and not have to think about anything, it's very free.

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"Brat, what kind of eyes did you have in the classroom just now? Hurry up and apologize to Brother Tao!"

"Hmph, you're just a new transfer student. You don't even look at whose territory this is, and you dare to run amok here. If you don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know who's the boss here!"

"Brother Tao, you must teach this kid a lesson! Look at how ugly he is! He doesn't take you seriously at all!"

"Yes, Brother Tao, teach him a lesson!"

Han Qiubai, who escaped from the ideological and moral class, was leisurely leaning against the pillars of a small gazebo behind a rockery in the school to read comic books. The rich and generous masterpiece "You You Hakusho", he was seeing Zangma and Feiying Come to help Yusuke and Kuwabara deal with the Four Holy Beasts of the Demon Realm, the four of them are walking to the gate of judgment——

This kind of dialogue suddenly came from outside the rockery, which made Han Qiubai smile, and thought to himself: This kind of private school also bullies the weak with the more bullying the less, how should I put it, it is a bit unexpected.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in public schools, but it is the same in private schools.

He put away the comic book, and was a little curious about what kind of child was about to be beaten up. So far, he had only heard the voices of three people, and they all seemed to represent the evil forces.

The child has been silent, I don't know if he is afraid or is he afraid?

Seems to be a transfer student like him...

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a clear and crisp voice, and said with disdain: "If you want to fight, hit quickly, I'm not interested in playing house games with you. Get out after you're done, and don't mess with me again. "

Han Qiubai blinked his eyes, yo, he is still a child with a bad temper, and speaking so aggressively, this beating must be inevitable.

Sure enough, the sound of punching and kicking soon came from the other side of the rockery.

He tapped his chin lightly with the comic book, do you want to meddle in this business?

To be honest, he was somewhat resistant to doing things bravely because of the lessons of his previous life.

Closing his eyes, Han Qiubai gently brushed away the shadow in his heart. It had already passed. He told himself that he should not be restrained because of the past. He was a child, a real child, and he, after all, was a child who had lived for more than 30 years. My lord, in any case cannot ignore this situation.

"Stop!" He shouted, and walked out: "Don't hit anyone!"

The three boys who were playing happily panicked immediately when they heard that someone was there, but when they saw that he was the only one, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Han Qiubai also saw the situation clearly at this time. These people were all taller than him, and they looked like students in the third and fourth grades. The three of them stood on one side, and on the other side, a child was getting up from the ground and leaning on the rockery, with a disheveled face. Yes, the clothes are all dirty, and there is some blood oozing from the corners of the lips.

"Little one, mind your own business! Get out of here quickly, this matter has nothing to do with you!"

"It's wrong to hit someone, you can't hit him." Since Han Qiubai decided to intervene, he didn't intend to leave the child alone.

"Damn it, here comes another voluntary death!" said one of the bad boys.

"I still want to fight! What's the matter? Since you want to control