People came in from time to time. They were not too old. Most of them were in their twenties, and a few looked to be in their thirties. Although he couldn't compare to the freshmen, he had a mature and calm aura.
At 2:05, the teacher walked in and stood on the podium in front of him, looking around.
Wang Jun also looked around. There were only 20 or so people.
In the 1990s, studying acting was still a mysterious thing. Not many people signed up, and the performing arts department only recruited a few people every year. In some years, there were even classes with less than 20 people.
There were more junior college classes, about 100 to 200 people, but the quality was too poor, mainly because their minds were floating. Those people didn't seem to be here to learn acting, but to rely on the halo of Chinese opera, as if they were gilding their future prospects as stage actors or third children.
In comparison, the advanced class was better. At least they were here to learn.
The teacher's surname was Gu. He didn't teach classes and was considered the class 'counselor.
After she finished counting the names, she began to nag about the general rules. The advanced course would be held from one to five days a week, with weekends off. It would last for a year. The difference between this class and the undergraduate class was that they had integrated the essence of their four years into this year. It was purely performance teaching, so other cultural classes such as English and Chinese were naturally not needed.
Wang Jun listened to the conversation casually. Compared to the youthful university life he saw on TV, he suddenly felt a strong sense of imitation. It was embarrassing!
However, it was also quite strange. He was already 22 years old, and he was actually starting school again. From this moment on, the strangers sitting in the classroom also had a distant title from him. Classmates.
After Ms. Gu finished speaking, she gave them the class schedule. Wang Jun took a look. There was actually a class tomorrow. It was an acting class, and there was a note at the end. Introduction to the Elements of Acting.
What was this?
When it was time to leave, there were no tycoons who were waiting for the protagonist to abuse them. Then, they said that they would treat the students to a meal and sing karaoke. These people had been in society for at least a few years, so they wouldn't be so shameless.
Wang Jun knew nothing about his future here. The only thing he needed to prepare was two sets of photos to be handed in tomorrow as identification documents.
…………
On the way back, he conveniently turned to a labor market not far from his residence.
Of course, he wasn't going to recruit workers. Instead, he ducked over a low eave and ran to the back door of the market. There was a run-down bungalow there, an empty space surrounded by bricks. It was filled with bottles, cans, and all kinds of scrap metal.
This was a waste collection station, and the boss was called boss. It was a revolutionary friendship that Wang Jun had formed when he picked up waste in his spare time.
He was probably the most deceitful transmigrator in history and had disgraced his ancestors.
After transmigrating, not only did he not rise up, but he even got to the point of picking up trash. It was not easy for him to obtain the system, but he would still disappear from time to time.
Because that group of people were all individual investors at that time, only this grandson had such a base, so Wang Jun gave him the nickname Boss.
"Aiyo! Gentleman, it's been a long time since we last met."
The boss was wearing a white singlet. No matter the seasons, he always wore a pair of thick-soled cloth shoes. He had never raised his heels before, so when his heels and shoes turned the same color, people thought he was wearing a pair of new high-waisted leather shoes.
Wang Jun didn't want to waste his breath on him and said directly,""Are there any new goods?"
"Yes! Just watch!"
The boss went into the plank house and pushed out two bicycles. One was 50% new, and the other was 80% new. There was even a basket in front.
Wang Jun didn't care if his car was stolen or not. He pointed at the 50% new car and said,""This."
"This is a variable speed car. Our friendship is friendship, but we have to sort out the deal. 300 yuan, you take it!”the boss said.
Wang Jun casually threw out 50 yuan, pushed the cart, and rode it away.
If I can't even distinguish between a broken permanent car and a variable speed car, how can I survive?
When they arrived at the neighborhood, they first carried it upstairs, then climbed over the pickled cabbage jar with great effort and stabbed it in the corridor of their house. Then, he came down again and crawled to Young Master Fan's house.
As soon as he arrived at her door, Wang Jun smelled a strong smell of smoke. A few wisps of smoke drifted out from the crack of the door from time to time.
He hurriedly took out the key to open the door. As soon as he entered, he saw that the entire house was shrouded in smoke and fog. Just as she was about to call for help, she saw a person running out of the kitchen. He was wearing a big apron and kept coughing.
Wang Jun heaved a sigh of relief and opened the door."What are you doing? I thought there was a fire.”
"Cough cough!" Li Binbin bent over and couldn't even raise his head. He even coughed out his heart and said,"I, cough, I'm cooking, cough, I'm cooking!”
"Big Sister, open all the windows!”
Wang Jun was both angry and amused. He pulled her out of the door to calm down, ran into the kitchen to turn off the fire, and then opened the windows of the bedroom and balcony. The room was filled with smoke and they couldn't stay there, so the two of them stood in the corridor and talked.
Li Binbin's eyes were red from the smoke, and there were even tears in them. He said,"Why can't I make Twice Cooked Pork well? I did quite well last time."
Wang Jun looked at her face and smiled." Last time, I made half of it first. You just need to stir-fry it a little. If you want to eat it, wait for me to come back and make it."”
"I want to celebrate with you!" Li Binbin said dejectedly.”
Wang Jun said," If you want to do it, I'll teach you. Don't mess around. 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 shocked when he saw the black thing in the pot. He was worried that it would block the toilet bowl if he flushed it. In the end, he wrapped it in four plastic bags and tied it tightly at the door.
He had wanted to cook it himself, but Young Master Fan refused no matter what. He could only follow his step-by-step instructions, from cutting the meat and vegetables to the ratio of the bean paste to the order of cooking. Finally, he stuttered and cooked a plate of Twice-Cooked Pork.
This guy even made his own egg sleeve soup. He did not know where he learned it from, but the soup was as thick as scrambled eggs. Then, she sneakily took out a bottle of red wine. Wang Jun was afraid that she would spend money recklessly, so she took a closer look. It was okay. It was the kind that cost ten yuan per bottle in the supermarket…
However, they had forgotten to buy a bottle opener. The two of them spent a long time and finally used a fruit knife to smash the wooden cork into pieces. They forcefully dug it out and drank it.
"Look at you. I'm just going to school, but you're making it seem like a big deal.”Wang Jun grumbled.
"Going to school is a big deal!”Li Binbin giggled.
Women wanted details, while men wanted a general idea. Although Wang Jun felt that it was a little troublesome, he was touched by her thoughts.
Li Binbin picked up some food for him and asked,"What have you been doing all day?”
"Are celebrities that easy to meet?" Wang Jun asked. I reported for class, and then the form teacher held a meeting and said that class would start tomorrow.”
"This is the class schedule. Take a look." As he spoke, he took out a thin piece of paper from the blue booklet.
"That's called a counselor, not a form teacher!”Li Binbin looked at him with disdain. He took the class schedule and glanced at it. He smiled and said,"It's almost the same as when I went to school, except that there are no cultural classes.”
She took the book again and asked,"What's this?"”
"They say it's a teaching material, but I don't know what it's for.”
Li Binbin flipped through it and said," Oh, this is for the script class. It's to teach you how to say the script and practice according to it."”
She was familiar with all these things and explained to him what she didn't understand. For the first time, Wang Jun felt that this girl who graduated from an art school was quite reliable.
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