Chapter 8: Script comprehension and dialogue training

　　 "Brother Le, the director said just now...should I report directly to the crew tomorrow."
　　 "Puff! What are you talking about?"
　　 Liu Le saw that they had finished work, so he went outside to smoke a cigarette and bought a bottle of ice black tea. After hearing Lu Ze's words, he sprayed out the ice black tea, his face was full of surprise.
　　 "He said he asked me to be at the door of the crew at 5:30 tomorrow morning, saying that he would let me follow the show......"
Liu Le took Lu Ze's eyes carefully, then patted Lu Ze on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile, "You kid is really lucky. I didn't introduce you to the special type, so I just fought a grenade. You can meet noble people, it's really amazing!"
　　Blessed? Lu Ze didn't think so. If he didn't complete the course of the station position last night, then this so-called "blessing" would not fall on him. In the final analysis, he still had a little bit of strength, and then happened to be The director found out, which can only show that the director has a pair of powerful eyes.
　　 But Lu Ze wouldn't say that, he just smirked, and then Liu Le said, "Brother Le, you are my nobleman? If you didn't give me such a job, I wouldn't be killed."
After listening, Liu Le laughed, patted Lu Ze on the shoulder, shook his head and didn't mention the matter again. He had mixed up in a place like Hengdian, a place full of monsters, ghosts, and snakes, until middle-aged. He had long given up on his liking for flattering. Besides, Lu Ze is a little kid, this flattery is not so brilliant.
　　 "It's all right, there is another job you can do in the afternoon. Are you going to go home or do it again?"
　　 "I'd better go home and rest. I've been running in the trenches for so long today, and I'm tired enough. I drank too much last night and my brain was buzzing. I'll go back and rest for a long time."
　　 Lu Ze rejected Liu Le, waved goodbye to Liu Le, and walked home beamingly.
　　 After walking for a while, Lu Ze's eyes curled, and he suddenly saw Yang Dan. At this moment, Yang Dan was standing across the road and seemed to be waiting for the show, his face was a bit unpleasant.
Lu Ze didn’t want to get in touch with people when his face was bad, so he thought he would stop saying hello, but kept his eyes on Yang Dan until Yang Dao seemed to have found something. He turned his head and talked to Lu Ze. Look at each other.
　　 They both saw each other, and it would be a bit uncomfortable if they didn’t say hello, so Lu Ze waved to Yang Dan and shouted: "Sister Dan is waiting for work?"
　　 Yang Dan barely smiled, how long has she not waited at the entrance of the film and television city? It has been at least a year or two. I gritted my teeth this time because I was forced by life. To put it bluntly, I was forced by money.
　　Because she hasn't squatted in a pit for a long time, she was a little embarrassed, for fear that some acquaintances would recognize it, especially the "sisters and sisters" she knew in the Erfeizi prestige group. She was afraid of being ridiculed and laughed at.
　　 is not only good for men, but also for women.
When 　　 met Lu Ze, she was still a little unnatural. Although the two were very familiar, it caused her some psychological gap.
　　 "No one can believe that you are a female floater in Hengdian, because you can't be sure that someone who is particularly good to you is better than you, and you will immediately turn your face and stom on you."
　　 This sentence was said by a "senior female" who was renting out before Yang Dan had moved. She left after saying that she was going home, and never came back.
　　 "How about Sister Dan?"
　　 "Hmm? Hmm... Hmm."
　　 As he recalled his previous memories, Yang Dan was a little stunned. He didn't respond to Lu Ze's words for a while, and then nodded in a flustered manner.
　　 "I have finished work, so shall I go first?"
　　 "Oh oh...ok! Then you go home carefully."
　　Looking at the leaving figure of Lu Ze, Yang Dan breathed a sigh of relief, but still pressed down the brim of his hat, and glared at the dragon sleeves who looked at his chest as if they had never seen a wife.
　　......
　　 The bag was thrown on the edge of the kang. Lu Ze first took a basin of water and wiped his body. It still smelled like that. Lu Ze was vomiting when he smelled it.
　　 I lit a gas tank, boiled a pot of hot water, and cooked two bags of instant noodles plus a chicken sausage. Because I don’t like soup and the mouth is heavy, the soup is a bit small and a bit sticky.
　　 After eating, he brushed the bowl, and Lu Ze went back to the room and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
　　 Today is worthy of joy, because this is the first time he was left behind by the director after he became a group performer. This kind of opportunity is not easy to find. For group performance, it is very rare.
　　 It was the first time he tasted the sweetness that the system brought to him, and the opportunity that he would never get is now so right on his head, and how long does it take? Just two nights, or just one night!
　　 Lu Ze did not use the simulation course for the elderly, so it was no problem for one night.
　　 Such high efficiency and high speed fascinate him even more, and he still has to learn! Learn more!
　　 "It is detected that the host enters a rest, the time is daytime, does it enter the teaching mode?"
"Yes."
　　 fell asleep instantly, white light flashed across Lu Ze and came to the system space. Looking at so many courses in front of him, there was a kind of greed in his eyes, he wanted to do better.
　　 Tomorrow is a drama of the War of Resistance Against Japan. Generally speaking, there will always be a few lines with the crew's dragon sleeves, so Lu Ze turned his attention to the "script understanding and dialogue dialogue training course."
Different from station training, when he entered the scene, Lu Ze saw a desk with bookshelves all around. He picked up a stack of paper on the desk and placed it on the desk. Lu Ze saw that it was actually The script, this play was still seen by him.
　　 flipped through it, and Lu Ze was stunned again. In a thick pile of scripts, almost all of them were blank pages, only five or six pages with characters, story background, protagonist character, and lines.
　　 "For the first stage, ask the host to watch the script in his hand, and then take the pen on the table and write on the cover of the script on the mood and tone of the script.
　　 "What's your mood and tone..."
Lu Ze looked at the script~EbookFREE.me~ The lines seemed a bit impressed. The original protagonist should be very angry and then roared out, so he picked up the pen on the desk and wrote six on the cover word.
　　 "Angry, unwilling, roaring."
"Snapped!"
The system is nothing but a whip. The hot pain made Lu Ze know that he was wrong for the first time. His brain was running crazy because of the fear of pain. He no longer wanted to complain about the words "this is the protagonist played". Now, everyone in the mixed crew knows that sometimes limited by the protagonist’s acting skills, the director can only ask the protagonist to express it in a different way. This is not uncommon.
　　 So, even if he encounters a scene he is familiar with, he has to consider it carefully and immerse himself in the experience. If these lines are based on the screenwriter's ideas, or according to the most realistic mood and tone, how to act.
　　 "You are betraying me! Because you keep saying you love me! But you fool around with this man! Is this the love you said? Then tell me! Where is your love?"
Seeing this line, Lu Ze thought for a while, and kept muttering: "Where...where...what should I say... "
　　 Lu Ze hesitated to pick up the pen, crossed out the last six words on the cover with a trembling hand, and then wrote: "Unwilling, sad, crazy, cynic."
"Snapped!"
　　 "Crazy, jealous, hate, roar."
"Snapped!"
　　 wrote about a dozen times and received a dozen whips. Lu Ze took a breath and straightened his back, and then scribbled in a small place on the cover.
　　 "The surface is cold, the heart is crazy, unwilling, and hateful."
　　 The whip did not call again.
　　"..."