Chapter 2

"Why did Mr. Hou and Mr. Ma say that? Did he... Play a rascal since he entered the door? Then why did he whistle to himself before he entered the door? Was it for inspiration?" the elder sister suddenly remembered Han Fei's previous expressions in her mind. It was a rascal and local ruffian who couldn't help but smack her tongue secretly, It's too similar, isn't it? At least among the students she knows, there is no such acting skills that can play a "role" so vividly.

The two little sisters also began to recall Han Fei's previous performance and found that the goods seemed to have something... But how did he do it?

Han Fei could not help but breathe a sigh of relief at the surprised eyes of the last three beauties and silently recited: Grandpa Bi bless you.

But before he could breathe, Mr. Hou said again: "however, performance is only one of the subjects in the art test. Even if you get a full score and zero scores in other subjects, you can't pass the test."

"Nani?" Han Fei was surprised. What the hell? And this kind of thing? The information is wrong, Grandpa Bi and brother Xiaoming, you liars!

"Won't it deceive me?" Han Fei subconsciously looked at the three teachers, and then looked at the three beauties. Well, he was wrong.

"So, the second subject - body performance, do you want to warm up first?" Mr. Hou reminded.

Han Fei waved his hand without thinking: "no!" don't make trouble. Does he seem to need a warm-up? Why don't you just reach out?

The two little sisters consciously stepped back and left space for him. By the way, they also wanted to see how the physical performance of such a good student would be extraordinary.

When the elder sister saw Han Fei's dangling expression on his face, she gradually became steady and couldn't help holding her breath. If he could play as well in the next two items as before, perhaps he would be the first professional class in this session, which is commonly known as the number one in the art examination. After all, the score of interpretation subjects in the film and television performance art examination is the highest.

Mr. Hou and Mr. Ma looked at each other with a smile in their eyes. Although they had lost face before, it would be a good talk if the No. 1 in this art examination could come out of their hands.

Mr. Tao stared at Han Fei with great interest and nodded at him. Maybe he commented too much before and his voice was dry. He picked up the thermos

"The eighth set of broadcast gymnastics, the first stretch 1234......"

"Poof ~ ~ ~" teacher Tao choked so much that he almost didn't bubble out of his nostrils.

The culprit Han Fei is still doing broadcast gymnastics seriously. The two little sisters behind him are stupid. What the hell? What about the transcendence? How can you be extraordinary? It's simply returning to nature, but is it really OK? If someone had told them before today that someone would do radio Gymnastics during the art test, they would think that person was crazy. However, it seems that this goods are really doing radio gymnastics, and it is very standard!

The elder sister tried to cover her mouth, but she still couldn't help laughing, and then restrained again. Her shoulders still didn't tremble, which was enough to show that she endured very hard.

Mr. Hou and Mr. Ma looked at each other with a wry smile, and then stared at the elder sister angrily. Mr. Tao also took out a paper towel and arranged the table.

Finally, Han Fei finished the eighth set of radio gymnastics, and then said to his sister: "I can't help laughing. It's bad for my health to hold it for a long time."

Now it's not just the schoolgirl, but also the teacher. It's too funny that someone took radio gymnastics to participate in the art examination. It's really... Wonderful. Yes, this is everyone's evaluation of Han Fei.

"Cough, radio gymnastics is very good, very standard, but I can only give you 50 points." teacher Tao cleared his throat.

Fifty? Han Fei is a little depressed. It seems that brother Xiaoming is dishonest.

"The last subject - singing, your own track is [love makes me so embarrassed]. Do you need to play an accompaniment for you?" Mr. Tao reminded.

In fact, singing doesn't account for much in the art examination of film and television performance. The previous two candidates didn't have this talent. They both sang a few words and didn't get high marks.

The reason to remind Han Fei is that his current score is more subtle. If he can get a high score in the last singing subject, even if his body only gets 50 points, the full score of his previous interpretation subject is enough to pass the exam.

[love makes me so embarrassed?] what's this broken song? Han Fei said he had never heard of it, and he was not sure whether the songs of his previous life were still there.

So Han Fei decided to test: "Er, can I change one?"

"Change one? Are you sure?" teacher Tao frowned slightly and changed the song. Is it really good? In fact, she is still optimistic about this guy. He is handsome and his acting skills are very vivid. As long as he can sing well, she will give a good score.

"Sure." Han Fei nodded.

"What do you want to sing? There may not be accompaniment here." Mr. Hou shrugged. All the accompaniments were submitted by the candidates themselves. If no one submitted the song he wants to sing, there must be no accompaniment.

Sing what? This is a difficult problem. Han Fei said that he has difficulty in choosing. Well, in his previous life, he sang whatever others sang in KTV and never ordered songs. Of course, once he picked up the microphone, there was basically nothing else to do.

"How about a warm desert?" Han Fei blurted out when he saw several teachers waiting a little impatient. As for why he chose this song, well, he exposed his age.

Mr. Tao glanced at the accompaniment list and shook his head decisively: "no, you sing."

"Cough, well, can I choose a prop?" Han Fei glanced at the corner of the classroom and his eyes lit up.

"Props?" they were confused for a while. They weren't acting sketches. What props do you want?

But when they saw Han Feixuan's props, they couldn't help but be shocked.

What Han Fei turned out from the corner of the classroom was actually a broom, and it was still a very old broom made of sorghum. The broom head just held a palm, and the broom tail was a little fluffy, which was held obliquely by him.

"He's going to use a broom as a guitar?" the student sister's eyes are almost falling off. Although she came to the examination room for the first time, she doesn't have much insight, but she hasn't heard of anyone doing so.

Yes, Han Fei is going to use this broom to detonate the whole audience. I vaguely remember that an elder at night said that it doesn't matter what to sing, whether it's good or not. If you want to attract attention, you must be coquettish! Han Fei thought so.

"My enthusiasm is like a fire

Burning the whole desert

The sun will hide from me when it sees me

It will also be afraid of my fire of love "

At the moment, in Han Fei's eyes, this is no longer an examination room. On this stage, he is the most beautiful boy in the world.

Therefore, there was Han Fei's five minute passionate performance. Of course, the original performance could be longer. After all, Yu Chengqing's song is not a problem even if he sings for more than ten minutes. The key depends on whether you are coquettish or not.

However, the three teachers said that they really didn't see it: "stop! Let's say what's good about you? Can you be so coquettish during the physical performance just now..... Bah, can you be so open and need so much effort?"

Han Fei stopped reluctantly. Well, he was even a little unhappy, but the teacher said so. He could only regret to quit the examination room with the two beauties.