He Is Warmer Than Time

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ran was eating melon seeds and drinking tea in the backstage and waiting for further arrangements. The army called her name from a distance, and she quickly put down a small handful of melon seeds in her hand, and said: "Eh...Jun, I'm here, where I am. ..."

After finishing speaking, he ran over, and the army whispered: "The director asked you to go to her office."

Song Ran's heart tightened: "Ah? What are you doing? It's not He Jiao who framed Sister Feng, right?"

These days, there are everyone and all novelties, and she has to guard against it.

Dajun gave her a white look: "Where did you want to go? If you have something good, go quickly."

Song Ran held a heart and ran to Director Li's office and knocked on the door to enter. Director Li was sitting in a chair and drinking tea. Seeing her coming in, he said solemnly: "Come here."

Although Song Ran knows that Director Li is cold outside and hot inside, she still feels pressured and uncomfortable when getting along with her. He hurriedly walked over with a smile on his face: "Director, what do you want me to do?"

Director Li stretched out his hand and held his glasses: "Don't you want to shine on the stage? Do you still think about it now"

Song Ran's heart thumped, and the tone changed: "Yes, I want to shine on the stage and think about it all the time."

Director Li stretched out his hand and pushed the script beside him: "Hey, Jiang Feng's script, ten pages of lines, it's half past one, and you will have five hours to memorize the stage by half past six in the evening..."

Song Ran's heart trembled, and the pie fell in the sky, but it was really an arduous task. She hadn't stretched out her hand to accept the script for a long time...

Because, five hours, ten pages of lines, this is the first time to perform on stage, this is simply a fantasy.

Director Li adopted a radical approach: "What? Persuaded? It seems that you have a passion for acting, but is that so? Didn't you even pass the exam for Fuguang? A few pages of lines have stumped you?"

Song Ran took the script and said solemnly: "Director, don't worry, in five hours, I will memorize the lines so well that I won't miss a single word."

After speaking, she rushed out, she had to find a quiet place to recite her lines.

She has an excellent memory, and her shorthand ability is especially strong. Because of the selected liberal arts and her excellent memory, she was able to sprint and pass the exam.

Fuguang has been admitted, how can she be so hard to beat her in this mere ten pages of lines?

Director Li's assistant Zhang Ying walked in, glanced at Song Ran's back, and whispered: "Director, that girl, can it work?"

Director Li took a sip of tea: "Will the person I'm fond of?"

Zhang Ying worries: "But she didn't touch the script like He Jiao before. Wouldn't it be too difficult for her to recite ten pages of lines?"

Director Li smiled: "This is not the first time Jiang Feng has been scheduled for this play. Will the ghost girl not pay attention to it? Doesn't remember Jiang Feng's words at all?"

Zhang Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "The tickets are all sold out, I'm just afraid of accidents."

Director Li clicked on his temple: "In this way, you write the big-character poster for me for the few lines that circumvent the mouth, and sit in the first row. Once Song Ranka is dead, you will highlight the big-character poster to remind her. "

Although Director Li had confidence in Song Ran, he had to make two-handed preparations. In case it messed up, the reputation of the art troupe would definitely be affected somewhat.

Zhang Ying nodded: "Okay."

Director Li said again: "Do you know why I didn't fire He Jiao?"

Zhang Ying whispered: "Because she did what you want to do for you."

Director Li smiled without saying a word.