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Chapter 70 Performance(2/2)

Pu Cunxi said with no certainty: "It should be OK, it's OK. Next, it depends on your performance after you come on stage."

"Everyone, prepare for the performance."

"good."

As the curtain slowly opened, Zhang Wankun's voice resounded in the theater.

"Sifeng."

"Sifeng."

Xiao Zhang looked at the audience through the side curtain strip, squinting his eyes, wanting to see who was watching the show, but the moment her eyes were on the audience, many viewers in the audience looked at her very sensitively.

She was so scared that she immediately retracted her head.

While patting her chest, she was quite sure that although the theater was full, those people were definitely not audiences!

Because their attention is not on the stage at all.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a low voice behind her: "This teacher, please wait here."

Xiao Zhang nodded gently. She had just entered the hospital this year and had not recognized all the people, so she could not tell who was who she was.

"Ping'er, it's your turn to."

Under Pu Cunxi's instructions, Xu Rong pushed open the door and walked onto the stage.

"elder brother......"

Zhu Xiaopeng was probably too nervous. As soon as Xu Rong appeared, he should have had a very quick voice. When he called him, the second word "brother" was swallowed up by him.

Xu Rong knew the reason. The moment he came on stage, he had noticed the middle position in the third row, and the only two audience members who watched the show seriously.

He immediately took a step forward, and through the movement, he pulled the audience's attention from Zhu Xiaopeng to himself. From the corner of his eyes, he immediately wanted to find a repair. He stretched out his hand and gently patted his arm, stopping his next move, and said, "Look at you, your voice is hoarse. It's such a hot day, remember to drink more water."

In just a few seconds, Zhu Xiaopeng felt a layer of fine cold sweat on his back. At this time, Xu Rong passed by, and nodded vigorously: "Okay."

Xu Rong turned his head, as if he had just noticed Yu Mingjia doing it on the sofa: "You, are you here too?"

Zhu Xiaopeng gradually relaxed. He was almost nervous when there was no Pu Cunxi or Xu Rong on the field just now.

At this time, with Xu Rong's appearance, his pressure suddenly eased a lot, because in his feelings, as long as one of the two axes of Pu Cunxi and Xu Rong was present, even if he made a mistake, their strong stage control could help him get back.

Xu Rong didn't think about anything else. He had to stay in his best condition at all times, otherwise if he had the accident like the past, if he couldn't react, he would probably have to be like Teacher Yu Zhi and would never be able to act in "Thunderstorm" again in the future.

The performance was held without any danger. He had performed ten dramas, plus the school's graduation performance, a total of eleven.

But I have never seen such a high-quality audience!

From beginning to end, I never heard a cough.

The audience's Wei Er's reaction was that when Pu Cunxi and him took out the prop pistol from the drawer respectively.

At that moment, he keenly felt that many "audiences" off the field quietly reached into his arms.

He could vaguely guess what was in their arms.

As the curtain fell, Xu Rong clearly felt that Pu Cunxi breathed a sigh of relief.

He himself is similar. The atmosphere in the theater is so terrible. The only quiet is the voice of the actors and the music.

"Wow."

"Wow."

From the curtain fell to the actors' curtain call, the applause in the audience continued to last for more than a minute before leaving silently and orderly.

Xu Rong looked at the audience leaving the audience and breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to experience such a performance again.

But I also understand in my heart that as an actor of the People's Art Theater, similar situations are inevitable every year.

Seeing the audience leaving, Xiao Zhang subconsciously wanted to enter the backstage as usual, but Shi Lanya grabbed him and whispered: "Don't be anxious, I haven't shaken my hands yet."

Under Pu Cunxi's leadership, all the crew formed a semicircle on the stage, listening to the teachings of the middle-aged Dun Dun who had just shook hands with them.
Chapter completed!
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