The birth of an actor

Chapter 38 The Thirsty Apple

If the two were still clueless on the first day, things started to become much easier on the second day of their modeling careers.

"Come and see! Ours is the Korean style, look how fashionable it is!"

"Looking for men's clothes? Sure, whichever one you prefer. Don't worry, get your brother dressed."

"Don't push, don't push, this is a size S on my clothes... Brother Li, Brother Li, place the order."

"Don't worry, ma'am, the effect of these jeans on me speaks for itself. If you don't believe me, feel them, can't you feel it? The material is top-notch."

Fan Bingbing was in charge of giving instructions, while An Xin was responsible for looking cool.

Compared to his slightly stiff demeanor yesterday, he's actually quite good at it today... he's been able to glean some insights from the way these "spectators" look at him.

If he's just standing there in the same outfit, that's fine.

But as soon as he puts his hands in his pockets and straightens his back slightly, these people look at him with eyes that seem to want to devour him.

Occasionally, after striking a few poses, the older women's breathing would become heavy, and the bolder ones would then take over.

Fine……

Touch it.

Anyway, it's not like I'll lose a piece of meat.

But... Sister, you've been staring for so long, why do you always stare at my armpits every time I change clothes?

Something's not right with you...

In the bustling market, the other shop owners could only watch these two with envy and disdain.

Although they have started to follow suit, ... the models are not yet available.

Currently, the entire market still belongs to just the two of them.

The shop owners' eyes practically lit up when they looked at the crowded people in the fashionable Western-style clothes.

Amidst this noise, it was almost 10 o'clock.

The crowd finally dispersed.

This also means that their work is finally over.

Liang Zi and Li Jiahui were already incredibly busy, constantly taking inventory, checking stock, calling the manufacturer to arrange delivery, and all the while cursing the logistics company for being so unreliable and not sending anyone to pick up the goods...

Amidst their busy work, Fan Bing tentatively stepped forward:

"Sister Zi, shall we go now?"

"Okay, okay, Bingbing, here you go."

After taking out a 100-yuan note from her fanny pack, she also took out two 10-yuan notes:

"I'm too busy, so you and Anxin can use this money to buy water. Don't be late tomorrow!"

"Hehe, don't worry, I know."

Fan Bing responded, took the money, and walked out of the market with An Xin.

Just like yesterday, the bosses stopped the two of them again.

I want the two of them to go there.

Regardless of whether they were asked how much they would earn per day or were being challenged, the two politely refused and walked straight out of the market.

However, they received countless stares and admiring glances along the way.

There's no way around it... these shop owners have realized it too: these two kids are natural clothes hangers; everything looks good on them. Even with very ordinary styles they have in their stores, the wholesalers place orders in droves when they wear them. But when it comes to clothes that hang on hangers or are worn on mannequins, people just don't buy them...

That's really fucking weird.

But... what can I say? I can't say anything.

We need to find a model quickly.

While pondering this, I could only watch the two of them leave.

After getting into the car, Fan Bing leaned against An Xin's back and closed her eyes.

Anxin remained silent and rode her motorcycle home.

Then, after the two knocked on the old man's door, they immediately smelled the aroma of meat.

Old Ye opened the door and suddenly chuckled:
"We'll have beef for lunch, a small bowl of stewed beef."

"Hehehe~"

A dazed Fan Bingbing flashed a bright white smile.

Anxin obediently put the bamboo tube on his head.

He stood there watching as the old man taught him how to walk with an official gait.

The aroma of beef in the courtyard grew stronger and stronger.

……

At 7 p.m., Anxin sat peacefully in the performance class classroom.

There were about a dozen people around, men and women, some with curious expressions, others looking around.

I wondered why the teacher hadn't appeared yet.

Although he and Fan Bing enrolled together, they were in separate classes. Fan Bing was in the advanced course, while he was in the basic course, taught by a teacher named Liu Zhizi. Fan Bing's teacher was Li Ranran.

The courses on the two sides are not quite the same.

Just then, the glass door of the store was pushed open, and a somewhat overweight middle-aged man walked in.

He was also carrying a plastic bag of apples.

His face was somewhat serious, and he rarely smiled. Upon seeing the trainees, his first words weren't "Hello everyone," but rather:

"You have three minutes to go to the toilet. There will be no break in the next hour and a half. If you need to go, go now."

Upon hearing this, several people quickly stood up, including a familiar face whom An Xin had seen at the factory gate earlier that afternoon.

Anxin didn't get up.

Ms. Liu Zhizi didn't continue speaking. After placing the apple on the podium, she put on her reading glasses and took out a textbook to organize.

After everyone returned, he placed the bag of apples in front of a student in the first row:
"Distribute it to everyone."

There are eleven people in this class, and half a bag was just right.

Anxin accepted the apple, looking at the other person with the same puzzled expression as everyone else.

Does anyone have an apple allergy?

Can apples cause allergies?

An Xin was a little puzzled, but Liu Zhizi continued after seeing that no one raised their hand:
"Now, eat it. Eat it like an actor."

"?"

Even sitting in the classroom, An Xin could feel the question marks appearing above the heads of a group of people.

But Teacher Liu simply shrugged:

"let's start."

"..."

"..."

"..."

No one responded.

No one even "spoke".

Anxin looked at the not-so-red apple in her hand, thought for a moment, and then took a bite.

Furthermore, he made a lot of noise while gnawing on it.

It's not just biting, but making a "slurping" sound while biting.

Anyone who has eaten fruit knows that, generally speaking, when you hear this kind of noise, it means... the fruit is very juicy.

This commotion sounded particularly "restless" in the quiet classroom.

Instantly, everyone's gaze, including Liu Zhizi's, fell on An Xin's face. However, while the others were curious, Liu Zhizi was observing.

Anxin took a big bite of the apple, making a slurping sound, and then began to chew.

But after chewing a couple of times, he opened his mouth again.

Just as he was about to bite, Liu Zhizi suddenly shouted:

"stop."

Anxin paused in her actions.

"Hey student, come to the front."

"..."

Anxin was stunned for a moment, but still stood up.

He was half a head taller than Liu Zhizi.

He had a rather tall appearance and walked up to him with an apple in his hand.

“You face them and continue; there are stools here.”

Hearing his words, Anxin nodded and sat down in the chair he pushed over, then continued eating her apple.

The slurping sound rang out again.

But this time, many people saw a... very strange look in their eyes.

The child, who looked quite young, was staring intently in one direction.

Whether it was the other people or the guy being stared at, everyone at that moment had the feeling that his eyes were empty.

Or rather, there was no one looking in the direction they were looking at at all.

His eyes were fixed, wooden, and empty, but he chewed with great effort.

Despite its considerable speed, the chewing motion, the sounds it made, and the glaring gaze conveyed a message to everyone.

That is……

thirsty.

He was very thirsty, and had been thirsty for a long time. This apple was very thirst-quenching.

He was so thirsty he didn't even have the strength to move his eyes, and this apple... was so juicy.

This thing... is it really delicious?
Subconsciously, someone glanced at the apple in their hand.

So delicious?

So crispy?
While he was distracted, Anxin had already eaten the apple clean.

But even after he'd finished eating the fruit, Anxin was still gnawing on it.

After he had eaten all the flesh near the core, he held the apple, now only the core, and continued to stare intently at the guy while chewing.

I swallowed the last bit of fruit.

Finally, his eyes moved.

Moved.

Slowly focus.

"Okay, that's fine."

Just then, Liu Zhizi's voice rang out at the perfect moment.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

He asked in a calm voice.

"Hello teacher, my name is Anxin. I am sixteen years old."

"Oh?"

Liu Zhizi's eyes lit up:
"Sixteen? Are you studying in Yanjing?"

"Uh...right."

His eyes lit up even more when Anxin agreed:

What grade are you in this year?

"Uh... I've already graduated from high school."

"..."

Liu Zhizi was taken aback.

Graduated at sixteen?
Instinctively, I asked:

"Did you get into university?"

"My score is high enough for Renmin University, and I've already submitted my application."

"..."

At this point, a hint of speechlessness appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

He had initially thought he had discovered a promising talent, but upon hearing the age, he assumed the student was a high school student. Based on the performance just now, he felt the student was quite talented.

The result was Renmin University.

Fine.

I was hoping to find a good prospect for the school.

Thinking of this, and amidst the surprised looks of the others, he nodded:
"Okay, let's go back to our seats."

After finishing speaking and settling back down, Liu Zhizi asked directly:

"Classmates, can anyone tell me what you learned from the performance just now?"

"..."

The group looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Seeing this, he picked up the chalk and wrote a line on the left half of the blackboard:

"Extremely thirsty."

Is this the feeling?

His question inexplicably reminded everyone of the way Anxin stared intently at an apple.

He nodded subconsciously.

Seeing this, Liu Zhizi continued writing in the middle of the blackboard:
"Observe, experience, and reflect."

"These are the three most basic elements of an actor. This is also the introductory lesson we'll be explaining today. We'll observe this student's performance, using the performance to allow our senses to perceive the definition of his behavior, and then we'll reflect..."

He listened attentively and silently as he spoke.

"First, we need to know what the definition of an actor is..."

And so the first lesson began.

……

"Director He, thank you for your hard work."

At the same time, at Yanjing Airport.

With a slightly weary look on her face from the journey, He Xiuqiong walked out of the airport, nodded politely to the people who were there to greet her, and got directly into a Toyota Prado.

Looking at the night sky in Yanjing, which was much dimmer than in Taipei, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned on the taillights and pulled out his phone book from his bag.

After a moment, she said to the mobile phone:
"Bingbing, I've arrived. Calling back. He Xiuqiong."

After hanging up the phone, she flipped through the phone book again and found a number:
"Hello, I'm looking for Anxin, my surname is He. Did he leave me a message?... Okay, please speak... 020..."

After writing down a string of numbers, she dialed the paging service again:
"Don't worry, this is He Xiuqiong. Please call back."

(End of this chapter)