Chu Qing Dai said, "Is that over?"

The teacher asked with a smile: "Then what else do you have?"

"No." Chu Qing said: "Did I mean you don't need to go through the admission procedures?"

The teacher said: "No, after you pay the tuition, we have already registered here. Just confirm that it is me today."

He added: "Don't be late at 2:00 pm. Some things need to be told to the students."

Chu Qing looked at the time and it was enough to have a meal. He took the blue booklet to a small restaurant outside the school, ordered a bowl of peeled noodles, and made a meal.

By the way, the catering industry here is much worse than the film school.

He looked through the booklet, which contained tongue twisters, extracted lines, lyrical prose, fables... and many passages. After a little look, he also found many foreign names, which seemed to be domestic and foreign, and no issue was found, and it should be a reading material within the school.

Well, he didn't admit that this poor booklet was actually a textbook.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Qing sat in the last row of the small classroom on time.

People who come in from time to time are not very old, most of them are in their twenties, and a few look thirty years old. Although they are not as good as those newborns, they have a sense of maturity and calmness.

At 2:5, the teacher also walked in and stood on the podium in front and looked around.

Chu Qing also looked around and there were only a total of more than twenty people.

In the 1990s, it was quite a mysterious thing to learn acting. Not many people signed up. Moreover, the Performance Department of the Central Academy of Drama recruited a few people every year, and in a few years, they even started classes if they were less than twenty.

There are many college classes, which can reach one or two hundred people, but the quality is much worse, mainly because of the floating mind. Those people seem to be not here to learn performance, but are attached to the halo of the Central Academy of Drama, so as to gilt their future for the future of Saner.

In comparison, the training class is better, at least it is really here to study.

The teacher's surname is Gu, and he doesn't teach classes, so he is considered a counselor for this class.

After she finished her name, she began to introduce the general rules. The training class has classes from one to five weeks, and it has a weekend break for one year. The difference from the undergraduate class is that the essence of their four years is integrated into this year, and it is purely performing teaching, so there is no need to take cultural courses like other English and Chinese.

Chu Qing listened casually, and compared with the youthful college life I saw on TV, he suddenly felt a strong sense of copycat, which was embarrassing!

But it was quite amazing. I was twenty-two and started to go to school again. From this moment on, the strangers sitting in the classroom also had a name that was far away from him, classmate.

After Teacher Gu finished speaking, he sent them a class schedule. Chu Qing saw that there would be a class tomorrow, which was a performance class, and there was a footnote at the end: an introduction to performance elements.

What is this?

When the show ended, there was nothing waiting for the protagonist to abuse the rich man to come out, and then he said he wanted his classmates to have dinner and sang K. These people have been in the society for several years, so they are not so proud.

Chu Qing knew nothing about his future here. The only thing he needed to prepare was two inch photos and hand them over to use for his ID tomorrow.

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On the way back, he turned to a labor market not far from his residence.

Of course, he didn't go to recruit workers, but instead drilled through a short eaves and ran to the back door of the market. There was a broken bungalow there, and a piece of open space was surrounded by bricks, and it was piled up in a mess with bottles and jars and various colors of scrap metal.

This is a waste purchase station, and the boss is called the boss. It was the revolutionary friendship that Chu Qing did not build when he picked up waste. Because the people in that wave were all retail investors at that time, only this grandson had such a base, so Chu Qing nicknamed him Boss.

"Oh! Qingzi, I haven't seen each other for a while."

The boss wore a hollow white vest, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, he always pulled a pair of thick-soled cloth shoes under his feet. He had never lifted the heels up, so when the heels and cloth shoes turned the same color, others thought he was wearing a new pair of high-waisted leather shoes.

Chu Qing didn't want to talk nonsense to him and said directly: "Is there any new product?"

"Yes! Look!"

The boss got into the prefecture house and pushed out two bicycles, one was 50% new and the other was 80% new, and there was a car basket in front.

Chu Qing, regardless of whether his car was stolen or stolen, pointed to the 50% new one and said, "This."

"This is a speed-changing. Our friendship is due to friendship. The transaction must be clarified. Three hundred, you can take it away!" said the boss.

Chu Qing threw out fifty dollars casually, pushed the cart, and rode it on.

If you can't even tell the breaking of the car permanently or the shifting speed, will you still be able to get along?

When I rode to the community, I first carried it upstairs, climbed over the sauerkraut jar with great difficulty, poked it into my own corridor. Then I came down and climbed to Fan Xiaoye's house with a whimper.

As soon as he arrived at her door, Chu Qing smelled a strong smell of smoke, and a few wisps floated out of the crack in the door from time to time.

He hurriedly took out the key and opened the door. As soon as he entered, he saw the whole room was filled with smoke and mist. Just as he was about to call someone, he saw someone running out of the kitchen, wearing a big apron, and coughing constantly.

Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door open, and said, "What are you doing? I thought it was on fire."

"Cough cough!" Mr. Fan bent over and couldn't even raise his head, and even his heart and liver were about to cough out, saying, "I, cough cough, stir-fry, stir-fry, stir-fry!"

"Sister, open the windows!"

Chu Qing was angry and laughed, pulled her out of the door to calm down, first ran into the kitchen to turn off the fire, and then opened the windows of the bedroom and balcony. The room was full of smoke and could not be kept, so the two of them stood in the corridor and spoke.

Fan Xiaoye's eyes were flushed red, and she still had tears in her eyes, saying, "Why can't I make the meat well after the pot? I made it very well last time."

Chu Qing held her face and smiled and said, "I made half of it last time. You can cook it for a few times. You have to eat it and wait for me to come back to make it."

Mr. Fan said depressedly: "I want to celebrate for you!"

Chu Qing said: "If you want to do it, I will teach you not to mess around by yourself. What if it really catches fire?"

The two of them stood outside and talked for a while before the smoke in the room dissipated.

He was startled at the black thing in the pot. He was worried that it would be blocked when flushing the toilet. Finally, he put four plastic bags on it and tied them tightly at the door.

He wanted to make it himself, but Fan Xiaoye refused to do so. Under his step-by-step guidance, from cutting meat and vegetables to mixing ratios of bean paste to the order of stir-frying, he finally stir-fryed a plate of meat back-cooked meat.

The girl also made her own egg-slide soup. I don’t know where to learn it, the soup was as thick as fried eggs. Then she sneaked out a bottle of red wine. Chu Qing was afraid that she would spend money randomly, so she took a closer look and said, it was okay, the kind that cost ten yuan a bottle in the supermarket...

But I forgot to buy the bottle opener. The two of them worked hard for a long time, and finally stabbed the plug with a fruit knife to pieces and cut it out, and then they drank it into their mouths.

"You said you, I'll go to school, it's like a big deal." Chu Qing complained a little.

"School is a big deal!" Mr. Fan giggled.

Women need details and men need roughly. Although Chu Qing felt that it was a bit troublesome and unnecessary, she also moved her thoughts.

While picking up food for him, the girl asked, "What have you done in a day? Are you watching the stars?"

Chu Qing said: "It's so easy to meet celebrities? I signed up, and then the head teacher held a meeting, which means that class will start tomorrow."

"This is the class schedule, you can see." He said that, taking out the tissue paper clipped into the blue booklet.

"That's called a counselor, what kind of class teacher!" Fan Xiaoye despised him, took the class schedule and glanced at it, and smiled: "It's almost the same as me when I went to school, but I don't have any cultural courses."

She took the booklet again and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know what it is for teaching materials."

Mr. Fan flipped through and said, "Oh, this is used in the line class. It is to teach you how to say lines and practice according to the above."

She attended Xie Jin Performance School in the Magic City. Although she was not as professional as the Central Academy of Drama, she was also clear about these things and explained to him what she didn't understand. For the first time, Chu Qing thought it was quite reliable to find a girlfriend who graduated from an art school.

"By the way, Sister He called and said that the boot time had been set." Fan Xiaoye suddenly said.

Chu Qing asked: "Which day?"

"Next week, well, on the fifteenth, let everyone go."

Speaking of this, Mr. Fan felt a little embarrassed. If she hadn't tried to play Chu Qing as a play Zhu Er, he wouldn't have to get involved in school. In the future, the crew would definitely run on both sides of the school, which would be very tired.
Chapter completed!