Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

The staff were all surprised, only Fu Yang showed a knowing smile.

Those who performed with the two were all students from the current drama club. It was the first time they performed on stage, and everyone was extremely nervous.

Yan Mingxiu handed a bottle of water to the boy next to him: "Don't be nervous, it's just the recording of the program, everything can be modified."

The boy took it over flattered, his voice trembling: "But...but this is not good."

"Don't be afraid, I was just as nervous as you back then. When I was on stage, I forgot everything except my lines and actions."

Yan Mingxiu comforted him patiently, "Looking at it now, it is no different from a stiff puppet."

The boy swallowed nervously and nodded.

The drama is only 10 minutes in total, and the lines are already familiar to the two professional actors.

The two patiently guided the students of the drama club for a while, and then went backstage to prepare for makeup.

When he tried on the waist-tied princess dress for the third time, Yan Mingxiu began to regret why he took the initiative to take the role of Salome.

The stylist helped him tie the belt behind him, and said calmly: "Fortunately, you are here to play Salome, at least you can still wear this dress. If Brother Yang comes to play, I'm afraid we will have to temporarily change it." Script."

Yan Mingxiu secretly slandered, then you guys should buy a bigger skirt size, hey!

The stylist strangled Yan Mingxiu's already slender waist until he let go: "No way, this type of clothes rarely come in large sizes. Thank you for your hard work."

The clothes were put on, but Yan Mingxiu felt that he was about to be strangled, so he finally walked to the chair with a skirt full of ruffles and tulle ribbons and sat down, it almost cost him half his life .

Compared with Yan Mingxiu's side, Fu Yang's side is much more relaxed.The standard medieval king's costume set off his tall and straight figure, and then he put on a golden wig, which at first glance looks a bit like the royal style of the past.

Just after finishing styling and getting ready to put on makeup, Fu Yang was amazed by the beauty in the mirror.

It is impossible for a high school student to have such a height, coupled with such a gorgeous dress, the only possible person is Yan Mingxiu.

Under the light, her fair skin glowed like jade, and her curly long golden hair fell casually on her shoulders. Most importantly, after putting on the contact lenses, even her eyes turned blue, clean and transparent, like A lake deep in the forest that no one has ever visited.

The exposed shoulders looked too thin, which made people suddenly feel pity.

Such Yan Mingxiu really made it difficult for Fu Yang to restrain his inner thoughts.

In order not to disturb the make-up artist, Fu Yang just sat down next to the man, but the eyes in the mirror were too direct, a bit like a hungry wolf preying in the forest.

Yan Mingxiu blushed inexplicably, and frowned, "What are you doing? Is my women's clothing so ugly?"

"It's too good-looking, Your Royal Highness."

The molesting words made Yan Mingxiu's ears turn red, but the makeup artists and managers all laughed.

Fu Yang's manager, Ouyang, looked at the shocked expressions on the faces of the women in the room, and could only silently leave the room full of the sour smell of love.

For the convenience of the performance, the director specially allowed Yan Mingxiu not to wear those high heels that were more than ten centimeters high.

According to the process, everyone needs to perform three times, and the clips that are finally presented on the show are the results selected from the three times.

In the first act, Yan Mingxiu played against the boy whom he comforted just now.

He plays the role of the princess' guard in the play. When Salome hears that a prophet has come to the palace, she asks the guard to take her to meet him.

He obviously remembered the lines by heart in the audience, but he couldn't say a word when he saw the face of the person opposite.

Yan Mingxiu's blond hair was shining under the stage lights, and his blue eyes were like pure sapphires, with a demagogic taste.

Realizing that the other party was too nervous, Yan Mingxiu couldn't help signaling him to speak with his eyes. After a long pause, the boy remembered his lines.

"The king has ordered that no one be allowed to enter the dungeon."

"You will let me in, Nullarbor."

Fu Yang, who hadn't played yet, was watching the performance backstage. Although he said he disliked it on the surface, Yan Mingxiu, who had actually entered the show, revealed a kind of feminine charm all over his body, as if at this moment, he was the proud And the beautiful princess.

Staring intently at the young man on the stage, Fu Yang's eyes became more and more fiery.

Until Ouyang reminded softly: "Brother Fu, after this paragraph is over, you have to prepare to go on stage."

Fu Yang nodded and walked slowly onto the stage.

The lights dimmed, and it seemed that only he and Yan Mingxiu were left on the stage.The latter knelt in front of Fu Yang in the shape of holding a heart, with a sad expression.

"What do you want in exchange, princess?"

"Your Majesty, please grant me the head of the Prophet."

The anger accumulated to the extreme in an instant, and the king held the princess tightly by the throat: "You love him, you love him so much that you want to kill him!"

For a moment, everyone in the audience seemed to be pulled into a different time and space, witnessing the fierce quarrel between the king and the princess...

What was even more frightening was that Fu Yang's aura was so strong that even the two students standing behind him as background boards became tense involuntarily, as if he was the one bearing the king's anger.

Yan Mingxiu settled down, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, if Your Majesty wants, you can kill me too."

Fu Yang's expression gradually turned cold, unwillingness, pain, and struggle were vividly expressed in this scene.He let go of the princess and looked down at her: "You can start now."

The music sounded, and several supporting dance students filed in.Yan Mingxiu doesn't know how to dance, so this section is basically just letting him go around a few times and let it go.

But even so, Fu Yang's eyes still flashed unstoppable amazement every time the gauze clothes fluttered and fell.

The seven-fold veil dance was over, and the opera was over. Yan Mingxiu knelt on the stage, holding the head of the prop brought up, his expression gradually became crazy.

Just like Fu Yang just now, it was only in this short shot that the acting skills of professional actors were undoubtedly revealed.

After finishing the last line of inner monologue, Yan Mingxiu looked at the head morbidly, as if looking at his lover.He lowered his head and kissed the prop's lips.

end of play...

After a few seconds, the director's applause suddenly sounded in the drama club.Everyone applauded unanimously as if waking up from a dream.

Yan Mingxiu knelt on the stage and didn't respond for a long time. Tang Shuang thought that he was too involved in the drama, and was about to go up to help him before he could recover.

Unexpectedly, the young man raised his head aggrievedly, looked at Fu Yang, and said in a soft voice, "The foot... hurts."