In the following days, Yan Meng focused on studying performance and dance.

Xu Yuan finished reading the manuscript of the new book in one night. There was no problem. The physical book was waiting for the book number. Once the book number was obtained, the website and physical platform could be launched simultaneously.

Pei Hong used her connections to find two professional teachers for her at the Film Academy and the Dance Academy. Yan Meng now has to take dance classes in the morning and performing classes in the afternoon, and run to the company every day. Xiao Miao also picks up and drops off every day, just like an old mother who is accompanying her to study.

There is a practice room on the second floor of the company, where Yan Meng teaches class.

Although she has a dance foundation and her body flexibility is much softer than Chu Han and Cheng Yu, she is not a professional background and has suffered a lot by practicing basic skills.

Finally, I tasted the feeling of "pig killing" that Cheng Yu said, and it became common for me to be green and purple.

The teacher who taught her dance class was a ruthless person and was not ruthless to her. When Yan Meng opened her tendons, she often had the illusion that her legs and waist would be broken in one second.

Xiao Miao was still with her in the practice room at first, but later because she couldn't bear to see her tragic appearance, she quietly hid in the lounge.

Crying, I'm so old, why do you still make things difficult for me like this?

Teacher Jiang, who teaches Yan Meng's performance class, is a professor-level figure in the film school. He is well-known in the entertainment industry. Several big names are his students. It is said that he has strict teaching and students are often scolded and cried by him.

Compared to dancing, performance is her weakness. Yan Meng makes a long psychological preparation before taking his class, giving herself enough psychological hints every day. It doesn’t matter that I am thick-skinned and not afraid of scolding.

However, Teacher Jiang said that he had cried several times. Teacher Jiang said that if there was a crying scene, Yan Meng would definitely be the best at it.

It was only after she got into class that she realized that there was so much knowledge in acting. When the machine started filming, not only was she a smile, but she even breathed.

After learning from Teacher Jiang for so long, Yan Meng himself has also learned some key points. Teacher Jiang also praised her performance for being very lively and malleable.

On the last day of the course, Teacher Jiang asked Yan Meng to bring the script over and summarize the character and characteristics of the character she was going to play for her. Yan Meng took out a small notebook and a pen and took notes while listening.

Halfway through the talk, the door of the practice room was pushed open, and Meng Junzhe smiled at them at the door with a cane.

"Teacher Jiang, it's really you."

"Is it Junzhe? Why are you here?"

Meng Junzhe walked in slowly: "I came to the company to discuss something. I happened to pass by. I felt that the voice was very familiar, so I came in to take a look. I didn't expect that you were really here."

Teacher Jiang smiled and said, "Isn't this Pei Hong asked me to teach your company's artists?" He half-drooped his eyes and looked at Meng Junzhe's legs and asked, "How about the leg injury?"

"It's almost done, I can walk, and the plaster will be removed after a while."

While they were greeting each other, Yan Meng quietly looked at Meng Junzhe.

As his name suggests, Meng Junzhe was born with a gentle and elegant manner, and was angry with a scholar. His behavior and speech were very gentle. Although his legs were injured and his movements were a little inconvenient, he was clean and energetic.

I have to say that Chi Chen has a good vision in signing artists.

Meng Junzhe looked at her and asked with a smile: "You are Yan Meng, right? Sister Hong's new artist?"

Yan Meng raised her eyes and stretched out her hand to him: "Hello, senior brother."

He gently shook her hand, "Don't be so polite, just call me my name. Sister Hong said that we were going to work on a variety show, but I didn't expect something to happen to me. It's a pity that this is the first time I have seen you after you have been in the company for so long."

Yan Meng smiled and found a chair for him to sit. His foot was injured and it was a little difficult to stand for a long time.

Meng Junzhe sat down, talked to Teacher Jiang about some recent situations, and talked about some interesting things that happened in class in school. The first time Yan Meng saw Teacher Jiang talk so happily, she seemed to like Meng Junzhe, a student.

As they spoke, Yan Meng was not able to penetrate it, so they held the notebook and listened silently. They were too fierce to practice dancing in the morning, and their knees were still sore and painful now.

After chatting for a while, Teacher Jiang raised his hand and looked at the time on his wrist and said in surprise: "Oh, look at me, I forgot about the serious business just by talking."

He stood up and said, "Yan Meng, I have something to do later, so I have to leave first. Junzhe, if you have time, please help Yan Meng read the script. What I just told her is almost the same. You can help her see the details."

Yan Meng nodded and agreed, got up and saw Teacher Jiang away, rubbed her knees and sat back.

It was her first time meeting with Meng Junzhe, and she was left to get along alone, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Meng Junzhe was much more natural than her. He picked up the script she placed on the chair and looked down at it while asking, "What kind of play did Sister Hong take for you?"

Yan Meng laughed dryly and replied: "The Drunken Mountains and Rivers" is a costume power drama. I play a small role, and I don't have too many scenes."

Meng Junzhe smiled, "The characters are not big or small, each character has his own soul, and being able to play well is the key."

Yan Meng looked at him and was suddenly moved by the seriousness in his eyes. He took out a paper and pen to write his words in his notebook.

Meng Junzhe glanced at her dense notebooks, "You are very concerned."

Yan Meng stroked and wrote slowly but neatly. She lowered her head, swelled her eyelashes gently, and the long hair on one side was gathered in her ears. The breeze blew by, and the ends of her hair flew, and a few sticks to her snow-white neck.

Meng Junzhe withdrew his gaze.

After she finished writing, she pressed her cap back and raised her eyes and smiled purely: "I haven't learned to perform, so I can only use such a stupid method."

Meng Junzhe looked at her script, and every scene about her was marked with a red pen. He asked, "Have Teacher Jiang helped you with these scenes?"

Yan Meng shook her head: "No, he said time is urgent, so he took me to practice some basic skills first."

Meng Junzhe handed her the script and said, "My opinion is that you can enter the role first and try to act it yourself first. Such practice may be more useful than you remember theories."

Yan Meng looked at him blankly, and he said, "Why do I take you to the show and find out how you are."

She agreed. It was better for someone to guide her before joining the group than she was thinking about the script alone, and she would not know anything after the filming was turned on. She was scolded by the director.

Meng Junzhe first chose two relatively simple scenes to face her. Yan Meng was a little unwilling to let go at first, and her movements and expressions were very stiff. After his patient guidance, he gradually found some ways.

The two stayed in the practice room for two hours. Xiao Miao waited to fall asleep in the lounge. When she opened her eyes, it became dark outside and her belly became flat.

She looked at the time, got up and went out to see how Yan Meng was doing in class. She walked through the corridor and ran into Chi Chen at the corner.

He lowered his head, holding a document in his hand, his expression was indifferent and he couldn't tell his emotions, which was completely different from the way back from the airport that day.

Xiao Miao gave way, smiled and greeted him: "Brother Chen."

Chi Chen nodded lightly, passed by her, and after walking for a few steps, his steps suddenly stopped and turned around to call the little meow who was about to leave.

"Are you Yan Meng's assistant?"

Xiao Miao turned around and was called out by the boss for some reason and nodded: "I am."

Chi Chen took a step closer and asked, "Did you come to the company with Yan Meng?"

"Yes. Sister Yan Meng has been in the company recently and I follow her every day."

Chi Chen: "What class do you want?"

"Sister Hong took the show for her and asked a teacher to teach her the performance. She is now in the practice room there."

Chi Chen raised his eyebrows: "I'll go and have a look."

After passing Xiao Miao, he hand-written in his pocket and walked straight to the practice room.

Yan Meng and Meng Junzhe performed several times, and the performance was getting smoother and smoother. It was getting late. She packed her things into her bag, picked up the coat from the pole, and prepared to go home.

Meng Junzhe said that he had no job recently and was still quite idle. If Yan Meng wanted to have a role in the future, he could find him. Yan Meng took out his cell phone and wrote down his phone number. Meng Junzhe stood up with a crutch, and the two walked out one after another.

The door of the practice room was opened. Yan Meng lowered her head and pressed her phone without paying attention. She bumped into the arms of the visitor and her forehead hit her clavicle heavily. She gasped and covered her head and took a few steps back.

Chi Chen said "tsk" and said, "Why don't you look at the road?"

Yan Meng looked up when she heard this, and saw that the idol was standing in front of her, and soon she returned to her happy smile.

"Chi Chen? Are you here in the company today?"

She looked at his clavicle who had just had "intimate contact" with him and pretended not to notice the heat in his ears.

Oh, I really want to swim in my idol's collarbone.

Chi Chen responded softly, looked at her deeply, then passed over her, and looked at Meng Junzhe behind her.

Meng Junzhe smiled and greeted him: "Brother Chen."

Chi Chen swept his right leg and asked, "How is the injury?"

Meng Junzhe replied: "It's almost done. You see, I can come to the company."

Chi Chen nodded, "That's good." He asked Yan Meng casually: "Junzhe is your performance teacher?"

Yan Meng was stunned for a few seconds and organized the language in a mess: "No... it's not... it's not right, it's also a teacher. But before, Teacher Jiang taught me, and Junzhe started teaching me in the afternoon, just a show."

Chi Chen put his hand on the doorknob and looked at her condescendingly. Her careful explanation made him smile unconsciously.

A smile flashed by, and no one noticed it.

He asked, "Are you over? When will you go back?"

Yan Meng: "Now, we have everything taken away."

"It just so happens that I'll take you by the way." He asked Meng Junzhe again: "Where are you, where do you live, do you want to be with me?"

Meng Junzhe shook his head tactfully: "No, my assistant is still waiting for me outside, he drove the car."

"Oh... that's OK." His regret was unconscious. After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

Yan Meng was stunned for a moment before jumping to follow his steps. Realizing that Xiao Miao and Meng Junzhe were still behind him, he turned around and waved at them: "Junzhe, I'll leave first, see you next time. Xiao Miao, you can go back in the company's car!"

I was dissatisfied with the itinerary recently. After finishing my busy schedule, Chi Chen took a rest at home for two days. Today I came to the company to get something, but Ning Hao didn't let him drive the car by himself.

Yan Meng followed him to the underground parking room and remembered that she was going back to her parents' house today, and it seemed that it was not the same as she was.

She hesitated and said, "Chi Chen... I'm going to go to my parents' house for dinner today. It seems a little far from your house, so why don't you send me it."

Chi Chen glanced at her faintly, took out the car key from his pocket, pressed it, and the headlights of a sports car at the end flashed, making a crisp sound.

He walked over, opened the car door, threw the documents in his hand into the back row, straightforward, without a single nonsense, "Get into the car."
To be continued...