After a while, the three examiners finally regained their normal emotions.
They did not ask Zhuang Fan any questions.
For example, how did this emotion come about, and why did he choose this poem.
The only thing they knew was that this student had completed a poem recitation that could be said to be perfect to the extreme.
Furthermore, it was a poem recitation that was not inferior to the one on the Spring Festival Gala's stage!
"Alright, Zhuang Fan, what talent do you want to perform?”
Zhang Huijun said to Zhuang Fan warmly. This kind of conversation made all the students who went on stage and those who didn't feel jealous.
Zhuang Fan was definitely the only one to receive such treatment.
"My talent is-performing!"
Zhuang Fan calmly stated his personal talent. After that, everyone, including the examiner, was once again stunned.
Actors, actors, didn't they just master a skill, acting?
That was what Zhuang Fan thought.
However, I reckon that in the history of the Northern Film Academy Arts Examination, there has never been a single examinee who would say that my talent is a performance.
Because if they knew how to perform, why would they apply for the Peking Film Academy's performance department?
Originally, they were here to learn how to perform.
Even someone like Yang Mi, who had experience in performing, couldn't guarantee that performing was her talent.
No one dared.
After all, the examiners in front of him were all teachers or even professors of the performing arts department.
If you perform in front of them, aren't you showing off your skills in front of an expert?
"You're very confident!"
"Talent is actually a performance!"
Wang Jing loosened his grip and said to Cui Xinqing and Zhang Huijun," Cui Xinqing had already recovered from Zhuang Fan's poem. When she heard Wang Jingsong's words, she could not help but laugh."Indeed, this candidate is very interesting!”
"Every time, he surprises everyone!”
"Director Zhang, what do you think?"
Cui Xinqing remembered Zhuang Fan as the number one candidate.
Zhang Huijun shrugged and said to Zhuang Fan,""Alright, then you…perform!”
He wanted to see what kind of surprise Zhuang Fan would bring him.
Just like his first test and the poem recital earlier, at least in Zhang Huijun's opinion, Zhuang Fan was not the kind of examinee who did not know his limits.
Since he said that acting was his personal talent, then he must have some ability.
It was this ability that would make the three examiners take notice of him.
This was another matter altogether.
"Okay, I'm going to perform-eating noodles!”
Zhuang Fan bowed and the three examiners looked at each other.
Noodles?
Where are the noodles?
Until they saw Zhuang Fan sit down.
Yes, he stood there and sat down!
There was no stool under his butt!
He relied on the strength of his legs to stabilize his body, but it was not stiff. It was as if he was sitting there.
This scene made the three examiners understand one thing.
That was…Zhuang Fan did not get the props.
He was putting on a show!
“……”
Some of the examinees present clearly understood.
The examiner was very clear about that.
As for performing without any real objects, it was also a class that the performing arts department often taught. As for the difficulty…there was no real object. Do you think it was difficult?
But even so, Zhuang Fan still acted naturally.
Yes, he acted very naturally.
It was as if the stool beneath him existed.
Pa!
His body suddenly leaned forward, his left elbow leaning against the front of his body, his hand supporting him in the air.
It was as if there was something supporting it from below.
However, just like the stool, there was nothing in front of Zhuang Fan.
However, the same scene appeared in everyone's mind.
There was a table in front of Zhuang Fan.
He leaned his hand on the table and sniffed the mucus in his nose. Then, he grabbed the chopsticks on the table with his right hand.
Bam! Bam!
He knocked his chopsticks on the table, then grabbed them and wiped the snot from his nose. He tilted his head and suddenly opened his mouth to eat.
Shu-lu-lu!
Zhuang Fan's mouth made the sound of eating noodles. He was extremely hungry and ate very quickly.
In the end, he even picked up the bowl with both hands and ate it.
"Burp ~"
During this time, he even burped.
After putting down the bowl, everyone thought that the noodle feast was over.
In fact, the three examiners had also been watching Zhuang Fan's performance intently. They had to admit that Zhuang Fan's performance of eating noodles was very good. It could even be said that the scene was very vivid.
He acted perfectly as a cold and hungry tramp eating noodles.
In fact, Zhuang Fan's performance had already passed the test.
The three examiners were just about to mark Zhuang Fan's resume when candidate 318 let out a sigh of relief and wanted to take over Zhuang Fan's position.
However, she did not expect that Zhuang Fan's performance…was not over.
Moreover, it was like…it had just begun.
Pa!
Something fell to the ground. Everyone saw Zhuang Fan bend down and pick it up.
He blew on it, and with a gesture, everyone instantly understood.
Chopsticks!
The chopsticks fell to the ground.
Zhuang Fan picked up the chopsticks on the floor. He did not know what to do. He absentmindedly picked up the chopsticks and placed them in the bowl in front of him. It was as if he was scooping up the few strands of noodles left in the soup and vinegar.
Drip! Drip!
Tears.
At this moment, tears suddenly fell from Zhuang Fan's eyes.
Everyone was shocked by Zhuang Fan's sudden tears.
Zhuang Fan did not cry, nor did he make a sound. However, everyone could see his tears clearly... drop by drop, they fell into the broth, as if they were splashing out a little bit of soup.
But Zhuang Fan?
His hands were still moving, and he was at a loss as he scooped up the noodles. He picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth.
Suddenly, he grabbed his chopsticks and lowered his head even more.
One second…two seconds…three seconds…
This action lasted for three seconds before Zhuang Fan suddenly let go of his chopsticks. He rested his elbows on his legs and covered his face. There was still no crying, only the faint sound of sniffling.
The atmosphere was unusually silent at this moment.
Hiss--
Zhuang Fan inhaled hard and wiped his snot with his hand.
As if he had made a decision, he suddenly picked up the chopsticks on the table, then suddenly picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp.
After drinking it, he wiped his mouth and suddenly grinned.
That smile looked extremely sad.
It was worse than crying.
But at least he was smiling…
Bang!
At this moment, Zhuang Fan collapsed.
The moment he fell, he pressed his finger against his nose.
It was as if…something was flowing out from there.
It was definitely not snot.
Everyone…seemed to understand.
“……”
The examination hall fell into a strange silence.
Until Zhuang Fan wiped his tears and stood up.""Teacher, my performance is over!”
Was it over?
Zhang Huijun looked up blankly. Cui Xinqing was deep in thought. Wang Jingsong also blinked. In the end, he suddenly stretched out his hands.
Pa, pa, pa!
He was the first to start clapping.
" What are you standing there for? Applause?"
Wang Jingsong shook his head. Zhang Huijun, who was beside him, smiled and clapped his hands.
Then, it was Cui Xinqing!
Finally, it was all the examinees in the classroom.
Because they all understood.
The last thing Zhuang Fan held back from his nose was…blood!
He was playing a young man with a terminal illness!
Noodles?
Yes, he was indeed eating noodles.
However, the plot was definitely not as simple as eating noodles.
Zhuang Fan, on the other hand, was able to bring the death of a despairing young man to life by himself without any props.
Wasn't such a vivid performance worthy of applause?
Therefore, everyone present could do it.
All that was left was…applause!
This was a recognition of his acting skills.
It was also a recognition of Zhuang Fan's talent in performing!
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