Ji Yun knew very well that Wan Qian’s current poor performance was not because of her acting skills, but because of her vision and mature actors.

Drama is timely and unlike the art of film, they are very far away from life.

Although the drama is closer to the characters when presented, it is difficult for the audience to find recognition for the characters and stories.

Many movies will focus on a small character because such characters will give the audience more sense of immersion.

But drama is different. It presents a complete story that is separated from the public life.

The audience can also get a glimpse of the reviews of movies and dramas.

Watch movies and enjoy dramas.

Stage performance is more like laying the foundation and allowing you to master the modules of each way of expression.

Just like learning sketching, you have to start by drawing triangular cones, cuboids and balls.

When you draw characters and landscapes in the future, you will analyze the depicted objects into things you have learned before.

The actors start directly by drawing characters and skip these basic steps. Therefore, it not only requires understanding, but also vision and talent.

She has now polished techniques such as drawing rectangles to a very accurate level, but she still lacked some flexibility when playing the role.

You can see from the performance in this article that she performed quite well in the last period, showing every personality in her body.

It has a similar shape and a bit charming.

But it was not as good as the audience expressed their affirmation to her, and it felt like it was separated by a layer of window paper.

Although I was good at acting, I was always short of breath.

Because she imitates these actors with personality, not these roles.

She didn't understand what characteristics a taxi driver should have, nor did she know what kind of past a dancer had experienced. Without these senses of immersion, of course, there was a lack of a hierarchy that could impress the audience in the performance.

Chen Guofu pulled her onto the set to give Ji Yun a face.

But Ji Yun thought more.

His studio is now small, and if he publishes a notebook to shoot, the best candidate for the heroine is Wan Qian.

Letting her see more of the performances of these actors is also a way to expand her horizons.

When Wan Qian heard Ji Yun’s explanation, she sighed and began to think.

Ji Yun was very pleased that she was getting closer and closer to the heroine.

On the set, Zhang Han and Hugo nodded without showing any hint of embarrassment.

"Start the computer when you're ready."

Zhang Hanyu lay on her back, her face constantly twisting, looking for her just now.

“3,2,1,action!”

"This bottle of kidney-tonifying water!" Wu Gang did not hesitate at all, and the steel needle was stabbed out.

"Oh--"

Zhang Hanyu's expression no longer trembled, but his whole body was as if he was venting his strength, and his eyes gradually became empty.

He kept gasping for breath, as if he didn't work so hard, the air would not be able to flow into his lungs smoothly.

"Where is the old gun?"

Wang Zhiwen's voice was lowered, and he lowered his body and whispered softly in Zhang Hanyu's ear.

It seemed as if Zhang Hanyu's will had turned into a candle in the wind. His tone was a little more intense, and he would blow out his vitality.

“It’s here.”

"snort!"

Wang Zhiwen stood up suddenly. He had always been happy and angry and finally left his anger.

He looked at Wu Gang without saying a word.

Long needle pierce.

"ah--"

......

Another steel needle, Zhang Hanyu has become a hedgehog.

Wan Qian was angry, her thinking was like a toothpaste. Every time Zhang Hanyu showed a method of pain, she couldn't think of more ways.

If this shot continues, how will he perform?

"Oh--"

Zhang Hanyu struggled to lift up, and the pain had collapsed his nerves.

After endless pain, the anger in his heart arose.

His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were fiercely looking at Wu Gang who was using needles, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

The end of pain is anger.

He found the next method of acting.

It's time to end this time.

Wan Qian took a deep breath, looked up at Ji Yun, with a questioning look on her face.

"I can think of three more ways to show it."

Wan Qian dropped her chin in shock and looked at Ji Yun who was with him day and night in front of her. She never thought that the distance between her and him was so far.

When embroidering the Chunsword, they were not a match, and Ji Yun was slightly more malleable due to his role.

But in just one and a half years, Ji Yun has actually ushered in earth-shaking changes.

Her self-confidence has never been so strongly criticized. Her academic origin and performances on the world stage have made her already confident in her acting skills.

In the troupe, her performance was also highly praised by Teacher Li.

But he said three?

Her expression was a little bitter, and she couldn't think of it.

Every time Zhang Hanyu finished acting, she thought this was the limit.

But in many ways, Zhang Hanyu has shown 10 kinds of pain.

Even if I dig inward, the anger just now has come to an end.

"Go inward and then combine the inside and the outside."

Wan Qian turned around and looked at the set.

Zhang Hanyu felt the cold touch on her body and seemed indifferent.

His eyes had lost their focal length, and his whole body began to twitch unconsciously.

It seemed as if his brain had blocked his control over his body, and half of his foot had stepped into the gates of hell.

Wu Gang hesitated for a while and placed his eyes on Wang Zhiwen.

If he continues like this, he will be dead.

Wang Zhiwen had a expressionless face and nodded silently.

Wu Gang could no longer find the place to get the needle, and the acupuncture points that could stimulate Zhang Hanyu's pain were already covered with steel needles.

Slowly push the hair on the top of your head, and there is still a Baihui point left to apply acupuncture.

Wang Zhiwen's expression also became nervous, and he looked at Wu Gang's movements carefully.

The twelfth type!

"Oh--"

Zhang Hanyu took a breath and turned around and was pulled back from the gate of hell by the needle.

Twitched and shivered, his body lost its strength, and his eyes seemed to be dripping from his sockets.

"Okay! Card!"

Chen Guofu and Gao Qunshu stood up at the same time and applauded the performance of the three of them.

The entire crew was driven by the two, and the applause was thunderous.

Everyone exhaled a breath of turbid air, and everyone seemed to be in punishment, with steel needles drilling into their skin.

Zhang Hanyu sat up and wiped the sweat on his head weakly.

Although tired, there was still an unconcealed smile on his face.

Eye-opening!

Wan Qian pulled Ji Yun's neck of the clothes and said with unsatisfactory feelings: "You have another way."

Ji Yun shook his head and chuckled, "You fainted."

Wan Qian was stunned, but forgot about this. Zhang Hanyu's performance in every scene just now was very resistant, but it made her forget the easiest way.

"It's up to you to the next scene."

Having seen everyone's performance just now, she was a little worried about Ji Yun's next situation.

Ji Yun pressed her wrist, "You know nothing about your man."
Chapter completed!