Then there is another line of words in the input box: the male protagonist's choice

Liao Jingchen curled up his fingers on the keyboard, deleted the "Is it settled" still in the input method preview, and deleted this unfinished sentence and replaced it with: [It's getting late, so you can rest first, and then sort out your thoughts and send them to you later.]

[Wow, I know that Liao Shen is the most reliable!] Qi Wan sent a panda thumbs-up emoticon package, [OK, let's talk tomorrow]

His avatar was gray, and Liao Jingchen's eyelids drooped as if he was thinking. After a while, he raised his eyes and took a breath. The relatively light and soft keyboard typing sound rang out. Soon a detailed comment and suggestion for the script "Rebellious Cinderella" appeared on the computer screen.

After glanced at the time, Liao Jingchen dragged the document to the chat window with Qi Wan and sent it automatically, and deleted and modified it to send out three sentences. The first sentence was a summary that was not nutritious, and the second sentence was to express his willingness to strive for a better stage and greater exposure for the drama club. Finally, he asked casually:

【By the way, how are the cast thinking about it?】

Qi Wan's avatar lit up quickly, which truly interprets the current situation of staying up late after saying good night for contemporary college students. He received the document and praised and thanked him repeatedly. Finally, he replied to Liao Jingchen's question:

[Five or six supporting roles have been selected, and they are basically juniors. Oh, Liao Shen, you also know that our drama club has a large stage play at the end of each year. Next year, our senior year, internships, postgraduate entrance examinations, and even if we haven't graduated, there is not much time left. I see that there are still a few people in the club who have not been on the big stage. It's a pity that I gave them the last chance]

The sentences such as "The next senior year of our year" and "No amount of time left" are enlarged in front of the camera, simulating Liao Jingchen's sight point.

He remained silent, and his fingers lit it on the desktop next to the keyboard. Before he could type, he saw Qi Wan continue:

[There are several alternatives for the male and female protagonists. Do you know Wu Xingyang, the sophomore? He is good at strength. The heroine... Maybe Chen Yina, hahahaha, don't think I'm biased. My girlfriend's lines and acting skills are really unspeakable! #Big Thumbs]

Liao Jingchen breathed without any expression on his face and raised his spirits:

[I think the scope can be relaxed and given newcomers some opportunities. Your new script this year is very creative, subversive, and maybe the new face is better.]

His roundabout speech was indeed misunderstood by Qi Wan: [It makes sense! We should recruit new ones at the end of the military training, so just check if there are any good seedlings this year and start an internal competition and selection at that time]

Liao Jingchen: [… well, not bad.]

After the dialogue ended, Qi Wan continued to stay up late, Liao Jingchen leaned back in the back of the chair, his eyes still staring at the script on the screen.

Soon, he sighed slightly, and found a small zigzag key from somewhere, opened the locked drawer on the right side of the desk, and pulled it out.

The lens is shifted to focus, and placed in the drawer is a pile of notes, excerpts of manuals, and several professional books.

There are all things that are related to performance.

Liao Jingchen took out the notebook at the top and put it on the table, buried his head in writing down the new content, and then gently put it back into the drawer.

The camera is pushed forward, and the handwriting on the cover is clearly visible.

The top is a line of printed golden characters: First prize in the Longqi Cup National English Speech Competition

Then there are slightly immature handwriting:

The performance is really fun. Do you need an art exam as an actor? - 13 years old

Then there are handwritings with fixed styles:

Joined the English Association and Chess Club.

Not allowed to participate in the performance club, let's go to the literary club first. - 15 years old

He tried to propose to his parents the art exam route, but was criticized.

Need to take the college entrance exam step by step. - 17 years old

The school of business and arts are so far apart.

He became the director of the Student Union's External Relations Department.

Miss the Drama Club and their annual stage play.--18 years old

Become an assistant principal.

I am hosting more and more major projects and less time.

Can you have the opportunity to see a performance from the theater club this year?

If you can't participate, you can also check it out. - 19 years old

Finally, there is a line of words that Shi Zhi Shang Xin:

【Before senior year, I want to play the male lead.】

Bang!

The pure music that soothed and sensational suddenly stopped. The audience who had just been immersed in Liao Jingchen's pursuit of his dreams was shocked by the sound.

It was the drawer that was pushed in by Liao Jingchen and locked.

Those handwriting, the cover, and the stack of notes returned to the dark environment.

...

Xinyi Building, fifth floor.

The knock on the door sounded, and Wan Ning, who was closest to the door, was applying a facial mask. After looking at the dormitory door, he looked away and continued to smear the remaining essence on his fingers and wrists.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

Jiang Rong got up and walked to open the door: "What's the matter?"

Standing outside the door was a small senior. Because of her height, she kept her eyes wide open and met Jiang Rong's collarbone at a glance. She was stunned for a moment before looking up and saying "Wow": "You are so tall, senior!"

Jiang Rong: "...Thank you. What's the matter?"

The senior sister said enthusiastically: "We are from the drama club! The club has been recruiting a new season these days, so will we be able to go in and disturb us?"

As he said that, he opened his body sideways and let the two girls behind him holding posters and paper documents come forward, "If you want to join, you can get an registration form to fill in slowly!"

Jiang Rong hesitated for a moment, took a step back and asked these people to recruit new seniors to come in.

"The school girl is beautiful and kind-hearted, so I'll post to you!"

Time is tight, and the senior sister of the drama club smiled and spoke quickly and spoke clearly.

When Wan Ning heard that the mask on her face was a little misplaced due to the change in expressions of the drama club, she opened her mouth several times to interrupt, but because of the mask's obstruction and the senior sister's words were too dense, she could not succeed, so she had to look at the senior sister's eyes and lobby Jiang Rong:

"School sister, you are so beautiful and have such a good temperament. It's a waste not to come to our drama club! It's really true!"

"Uh..." Jiang Rong hesitated and issued a syllable, and Wan Ning in the background board secretly rolled her eyes under the mask.

A faint sound of flushing came, Gan Xiaoyu walked out of the small bathroom in the dormitory, and the passionate appeal of the seniors was interrupted. Wan Ning took the opportunity to say attentively:

"Senior sister, please get me an registration form. Are there any necessary conditions for recruiting people in our theater club? My name is Wanning, and I have learned vocal music and dance!"

"Oh? Oh oh oh, okay!"

The leading young senior looked at Wan Ning wearing a mask, took out a blank registration form and handed it to her. Another senior sister behind noticed the details that Wan Ning was inconvenient to reach out, and smiled and took the registration form and put it on Wan Ning's desktop:

"I'll put this for you. After filling in, remember to hand it over to the stall next to the playground. We will send you a text message to notify you when the interview is conducted."

Wan Ning nodded gratefully. Yu Guang saw that the young senior sister had turned her face and pulled Jiang Rong and Gan Xiaoyu to talk. She didn't care whether she had received the registration form at all. The face under the mask looked a little ugly.

A few minutes later, the seniors finally finished their enthusiastic speeches. The leader stared at Jiang Rong with unsatisfactoryness before leaving, and fought desperately: "Senior Jiang Rong, you must come, really, please, you must come!!"

Jiang Rong couldn't resist the senior sister's eyes, pulled her facial muscles, and forced her to smile and nodded.

The dormitory door opened and closed, and the room returned to calm. Wan Ning hummed and didn't speak in the seat. Gan Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to her strangeness, and she was all thinking about Jiang Rong:

"It's a drama club! Are you going to Rongrong? I think it's super suitable!"

"No," Jiang Rong looked at the registration form in her hand, "lased her study time."

"Don't say that, college life should be more colorful!" Gan Xiaoyu said to her, "I also want to go to the drama club. I just heard from my senior sister that their props and logistics teams are still short of people! Why don't you just take care of me? OK?"

Jiang Rong was helpless and looked like she couldn't do anything to her: "Okay, I understand."

"Okay!"

Gan Xiaoyu's cheers became more and more noisy in Wan Ning's ears. She took off her mask a little angrily, and the knock on the door sounded again. Her anger at her senior sister, Jiang Rong and Gan Xiaoyu all moved to the stranger.

Wan Ning took out a tissue and wiped her hands randomly, and opened the dormitory door with great momentum: "Who is it?!"

The senior outside the door was startled and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, sorry, uh, we are from the Student Union External Relations Department, so we won't go in to disturb the girls' dormitory. Are you interested?"

Wan Ning was immediately embarrassed and asked for a brief revision: "Oh, I thought someone was harassed."

He said shyly again: "Are you, the external relations department... a department that Liao Jingchen joined when he was growing up?"

"Ah yes!" The entire student union recruits new students with Liao Jingchen's sign. The seniors skillfully reported a series of departmental benefits, including but not limited to listening to Liao Jingchen leading everyone to a meeting, having the opportunity to hand over the work, and having the opportunity to build a team with Liao Jingchen to build a Balabara together... After saying this set of words, there were already three missing forms when they left.

Wan Ning sent off the senior, closed the door, folded the three registration forms neatly and pretended to be only one, and returned to the seat as guilty as if he was a thief. He did not forget to look up at Jiang Rong and Gan Xiaoyu.

Jiang Rong had already climbed onto the bed, and the blackout curtain was quiet, obviously not interested in the External Relations Department; Gan Xiaoyu looked at him curiously when he heard the Student Union and Liao Jingchen, but he didn't even make up for fun when he saw Wan Ning's excited appearance. Both of them reacted mediocrely.

Wan Ning then hummed proudly like a victorious general, and continued to happily devote herself to her skin care career.

The camera shifts and turns. Jiang Rong, who is lying on the bed, is wearing gaming glasses. The lower half of her exposed face is quiet and beautiful. The picture fades. Liao Jingchen, in a suit and ties, and several other successful people in suits walk out of the expensive restaurant.

"Thank you for your hard work, as a junior, I shouldn't have troubled you so much..."

Liao Jingchen shook hands with them one by one, the smile on his face was sincere and respectful, and the smile in his eyes was filled with hypocritical innocence. The breath of "adult" lingers on his young body, and his body is full of mature and smooth.

Qin Jue, who was off-screen, pressed the pause button and raised his eyebrows slightly surprised.

Luo Ling's set of shots is very excellent.

Compared with Liao Jingchen's previous appearance scene, his acting skills at this time are very natural and layered, which fully supports Liao Jingchen's depth of being forced to be versatile to the outside world.

After thinking about it, Qin Jue suddenly realized and couldn't help but laugh and sigh.

I'm afraid this is Luo Ling's "reality performance" - rather than "reality", it is a comfort zone.
To be continued...