Li Lianjie had seen the world, and he wanted to see how this guy who was only three years older than him would brag. Chen Qi ignored him. He wrote a line on the blackboard and said to everyone: "There are many theoretical things in acting. You don't need to study. We train specifically for filming. Remember one sentence first, what is acting?" It means making accurate responses in different situations! What does that mean? " He turned to Li Lianjie and said, "Can you run to the other side?" "Which end? Over there at the studio, so far away?" "Ji Chunhua, come here!" "No, no, I'll do it, I'll cooperate with you!" As Li Lianjie spoke, he ran towards the opposite side. The studio was quite big. He pressed against the wall, dozens of meters away, and shouted, "What next?" "come here!"
Chen Qi said in a normal volume. "What?" "come over!" "Go there? Okay!" Li Lianjie ran forward again, but was stopped when he was about 20 meters away. Chen Qi said, "You talk to me." "what did I say?" "Okay, come closer!" "Yes, come back now and come to me!" Li Lianjie was slipped around inexplicably, and the people below were also inexplicable. Chen Qi said: "Did you see clearly? The farther away, the louder the voice, the closer the voice, the quieter." "Isn't this normal?" Huang Qiuyan said. "It's normal, because this is the most natural physiological reaction of human beings. How about putting it in a movie? For example, there is a scene where two people are 100 meters apart, shouting and approaching at the same time. How do you think it should be acted? Just act like you just did! This is called an accurate response. " "Another example! Can you play a scene where you are holding a lot of things, squeezing into a bus, and arguing with the conductor in a hurry?" "sure!" "Huang Qiuyan, you play the conductor, and I'll tell you a few words!" Huang Qiuyan came up shyly. Li Lianjie just thought it was fun. He looked around, and he was a little clever and picked up two stools. When Chen Qi signaled, he started the so-called performance. I saw him holding the stool, pretending to be carrying a heavy object, walking crookedly, and screaming in his mouth, he struggled to reach Huang Qiuyan. "Comrade, where are you going?" "Old Summer Palace!"
"You're stupid. This is not the bus to Old Summer Palace. I don't know if I'm on the wrong bus. Get off now!" "Hey, how can you, a comrade, talk?" The two finished a section awkwardly, and Chen Qi asked everyone: "How do you feel?" "Well……" Everyone looked at each other in confusion. After all, they were not familiar with each other yet, so they were embarrassed to tell the truth and hurt others. Chen Qi smiled and said, "Ji Chunhua, give him another stool." "Eh!" Ji Chunhua picked up a bench and handed it to Li Lianjie. Chen Qi asked again: "Shen?" "Look down on me, I'm very strong." "Give him another one!" Ji Chunhua transformed into a sexy little secretary and added a stool. "Is it heavy now?" "good!" "Put whose bag is on his neck... put that basket on his back, give those two bags to his left hand, and give the other to his right hand!" The image of Li Lianjie at this moment is that he is holding four benches, with a basket behind his back and a large bag hanging around his neck. He is carrying two bags in his left hand and one in his right hand. He is already short, so he is already overwhelmed by things and is swaying. "Follow my command!" "You are waiting for the bus at the bus stop. When the bus comes, hurry up and squeeze forward... Lift your legs, lift your legs. You get on the bus and pass the crowded passengers. You want to free up one hand to pay for the ticket..." Li Lianjie's body was hung with so many things, how could he still have a hand free? He didn't have to act at all, because he was in this state. He was struggling to dig into his pockets, but he couldn't take out one bag. The bag in his hand fell off. He hurried to pick it up, and the other bag also fell off. Followed by crackling, I was in a hurry, thinking about my head instead of my buttocks, and my head was sweating. Chen Qi walked over, acted for him personally, and asked stiffly: "Where are you going?" "Old Summer Palace!" "You're stupid, this bus doesn't go to Old Summer Palace, pack it up quickly and get off at the next stop!" "Don't you see me like this?!" Li Lianjie was really angry at his tone. "You did it yourself, who do you blame? Hurry up and put it away, don't delay the passengers, where are you from the countryside?" "you!" Li Lianjie stood up quickly. "What are you doing? I'll tell you to clean up quickly!" "How do you talk?"
"That's what I said! What's going on, challenge?" Chen Qi pushed him, and Li Lianjie stared, getting angrier. The atmosphere at the scene was cold and everyone was a little at a loss because it was so real. Just when Yu Hai wanted to go up and break up the fight, Chen Qi suddenly took a step back and shouted: "Okay, stop!" He faced everyone and asked: "With the same content, which paragraph was better just now...the second paragraph, right? What's better about it? Who can tell me?" "Well, I think it's quite natural!" “Exceptionally true!” "I really thought you two were going to fight, so I didn't even dare to speak." There was a lot of chatter below, and the interest was aroused. "Why is it real and natural? Because it is accurate. A person is full of burdens and hurriedly squeezing the bus. This is what he should look like. You accept this scene, so it feels real. So what do you think is performance? Do you think it’s very profound? Yes, performance theory is complex, but we don’t need that, just remember the definition: react accurately! And what I teach you is how to respond accurately based on the play "Tai Chi"! " Chen Qi knocked on the blackboard, "This is called performance!" "Wow!" The people below all croaked in unison, with little stars popping out of their eyes, and Yu Hai and Yu Chenghui were no exception. They are experts in martial arts but laymen in performance, and Chen Qi's stuff is the best at deceiving beginners. Gong Xue sat at the bottom and took notes seriously. She looked at everyone's reactions and felt an inexplicable sense of pride. Li Lianjie's behavior just now was as if he had been trained by a scumbag. He was neither good nor bad. Now that I think about it, I see Chen Qi with a different look. This man does have a lot of tricks up his sleeve - among Kung Fu stars, his and Jackie Chan's acting skills are actually very good, but they just don't have many opportunities to show off. "..." Zhang Xinyan exchanged a few words with Li Wenhua at first, but now he said nothing. He watched for a long time, and when it was about to end, he suddenly sighed and silently walked out of the studio. Chen Qi simplified the course into two parts: facial expression training and body training. Simply put, based on the play of "Tai Chi", how to make accurate expressions and how to make accurate body movements. Although this move is suspected of being a quick fix, it has to be said that it is practical! efficient! More importantly, you learn quickly. Zhang Xinyan thought for a while, if he provided training for "Shaolin Temple", he would not be able to come back within two months. "You two coaches, who are quite old and highly respected, asked you to make faces for fun. Are you willing to do it? And two sassy ladies, Ge Chunyan and Huang Qiuyan, asked you to play prostitutes, like this..." Chen Qi suddenly leaned against the door, twisted his waist and hips, pinched his orchid fingers, as if waving a handkerchief, and said charmingly: "Uncle, come and play~" Alas! The people below felt a chill, and the two lesbians shook their heads repeatedly. Even if they beat me to death, they are not as sexy as you, and their buttocks are not as high as yours. Gong Xue covered her mouth and secretly enjoyed herself. She had already experienced this in Lushan Mountain.
“If you want to have a good performance, you must first overcome psychological difficulties, be brave and do things that are not easy to do on ordinary days. So I have a homework today! Strengthen expression training. Go back and practice in front of the mirror. Each person has five self-selected expressions and one prescribed expression [laughing], a total of six types. Tomorrow we will perform one by one performances and we will collectively judge. Any performances that do not pass the test include singing and dancing. No martial arts performances are allowed! " Chen Qi waved his hand: "get out of class is over!" (Breaking 20,000! The fifth update is completed, there is still an additional chapter, it will be updated later)
