"Hahaha — "
Yang Heng clearly understood what Xiao He meant, and he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
However, they were the only two qualified to say such things; if anyone else heard them, they would likely just roll their eyes.
"By the way, how much longer can you stay in Beijing?"
The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed, and Yang Heng changed the subject to ask about Xiao He's upcoming schedule.
Xiao He: "I have to officially join the Film Crew in Hong Kong in July. Do you need me to come over for training on your end? Once I finish recording the program here, I can report to you for the rest of June."
He naturally hadn't forgotten the competition invitation Yang Heng had mentioned to him earlier.
It was just that due to the production suspension of imperial industry and the extra work that Elder Qian had helped him secure, Xiao He's schedule had become even tighter.
"Ah, that's exactly it."
Seeing that Xiao He hadn't forgotten and had even brought it up himself, Yang Heng breathed a sigh of relief.
"There should be enough time; it's not a problem. You can come to our training room to train at any time over the next few days."
In fact, the good thing was that although Xiao He's role was quite important, his performance was basically independent. This meant he didn't need too many other actors to coordinate with him, and his number of appearances wasn't high; he basically only appeared a few times during scene transitions, making it very convenient for Xiao He to train and rehearse on his own.
And the only person who needed to coordinate with Xiao He was Yang Heng, who played the protagonist.
He was naturally willing to accommodate Xiao He's work schedule.
This was also a major reason why Xiao He was willing to accept the invitation.
Otherwise, if the work schedule couldn't be adjusted and training took too long, Xiao He wouldn't want to delay Yang Heng's entire team by making them wait for him.
"Alright, I understand. Let's start tomorrow then."
Xiao He said.
While Xiao He and Yang Heng were talking, Liu Rulan and Xiao Chen had followed them and found them.
Seeing Yang Heng there, Liu Rulan nodded slightly to greet him: "Teacher Yang Heng."
"Manager Liu."
Yang Heng nodded. It just so happened that his recording was about to start, and other people from the theatre were beginning to urge him on, so Yang Heng gestured with his phone to Xiao He and turned to follow the rest of his team forward.
After they walked away, Liu Rulan asked: "Was he asking you about the stage play rehearsals?"
"Yes, that's right." Xiao He nodded. "After all, I already promised them, and it's to represent the country in a competition, so I naturally have to give it my all and do my best."
"It works out well. Originally, after imperial industry finished filming, I was planning to take a break for a while. During that time, I can just go to the National Theatre and learn from Yang Heng."
"Cough, cough, cough — "
Xiao Chen, standing nearby, almost tripped over his own feet upon hearing Xiao He's words. Even Liu Rulan, who usually walked in her high heels as if they were wheels of fire, faltered slightly in her step.
"You call this training and learning a break?"
Liu Rulan looked at Xiao He strangely, her fingers beginning to rub against her phone screen; for a moment, she seemed to want to call a car to take Xiao He to the psychiatric department for a check-up.
"Yeah!"
Xiao He said quite righteously, "This life is much more carefree than being in the Film Crew!"
He could sleep in late, spend a morning or afternoon checking in at the National Theatre for training and learning, and then slack off or code in the evening. This life was no different from being in college!
Only after you start working do you realize how truly awesome this kind of college life is.
The only pity was that the friends he knew to play ball with were all in Shanghai; otherwise, he would have definitely called a few more people to go out and play.
Liu Rulan was speechless.
Xiao Chen looked at Xiao He with admiration, trembling as he praised him: "S-so this is what the legendary high-energy people are like?"
Brother Xiao's energy was so abundant that even a hardcore grinder would have their legs shaking, let alone ordinary people like them.
Please, Brother Xiao, spare us ordinary people!
Fortunately, Xiao He wasn't truly that insane; he didn't drag the entire team to class with him, but instead let Liu Rulan take the rest of the team back to get some well-deserved rest.
The next day, Xiao He packed his bag, put on his hat and mask, and went to the National Theatre to rehearse with Yang Heng.
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For the next period of time, Xiao He basically lived in the National Theatre's old dormitory area.
After all, this was a century-old compound with many professional training areas distributed throughout. It was open year-round, providing facilities for a large number of teachers and students who needed them.
The teachers here were even more numerous; those coming and going in the compound were basically senior acting mentors, first-class actors, and full-time instructors from the theatre. Even the students learning alongside them were excellent actors who had participated in many international awards and possessed very strong foundations.
While Xiao He and Yang Heng focused on polishing their stage play performance, he relied on his relationship with Yang Heng and Dean Qu to shamelessly sit in on courses in several surrounding areas, taking the opportunity to refine his acting skills.
And because he had previously attended an "open class" here regarding the stage play Twelve Mirrors, many teachers in the compound had some impression of Xiao He. Therefore, they were very welcoming of Xiao He's behavior of sitting in on classes and would not stop him.
It was Dean Qu, having heard of Xiao He's ambition, who sighed repeatedly in his office, not knowing whether it was a pity that Xiao He was also floating in the great dye vat of the entertainment industry, or a regret that he had met Xiao He ten years too late, unable to lay a good foundation for Xiao He in advance and lead him into their National Theatre...
One could only say that what is missed is, in the end, missed.
Thus, Dean Qu could only frequently come to the training room to check on the training results of Xiao He and Yang Heng —
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In the center of the training room, the two were silently confronting each other.
The young man standing on the high point of the temporary steps had an extremely perfect and handsome face. Yet, perhaps because it was too perfect, that face inexplicably highlighted a sense of it being a mask, giving one a vaguely creepy and eerie illusion that what stood before them was not a person, but a non-human entity composed of strangeness and evil.
Yet he was clearly smiling like a human, with a very faint, very light, and extremely arrogant smile slowly curling at the corners of his lips, while his eyes gradually churned with indifference and malevolence.
Thus, at this moment, on this empty "stage" that was as silent as death, there was no wild laughter, no roaring, only a "god" toying with all living things, watching with indifference this farce whose ending had long been destined.
The brave warrior before Him drew his sword, his eyes full of determination and resolve, as if he absolutely had to use the sword in his hand to fight the "god" before him to the death.
However, his actions in the eyes of the god were so ridiculous, so overestimating his own capabilities.
The god simply lowered his head, quietly watching him, his handsome face half-lit and half-shadowed in the light, his eyes indifferent yet compassionate, with a bone-chilling mockery at the corners of his mouth.
He gently raised his hand, his fingertips brushing through the empty air, yet he did not unleash any earth-shattering magic.
The warrior remained on guard for a moment, but nothing happened around him, and confusion and wariness appeared in his eyes.
Yet little did he know, the god had already quietly planted a seed named "arrogance."
A catastrophe was about to descend upon the mortal realm —
The struggles of mortals were merely a game.
The gods need not lift a finger, for the mortal realm will sink into ruin on its own.
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