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The air in the classroom seemed to have become quiet.

Cui Xinqin slammed her thermos cup onto the podium.

That muffled thud was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.

The normally chattering freshmen in the performing arts department were now all hunched over, wishing they could bury their heads in their desks, afraid of making eye contact with this infamous "Extinction Master".

"Are they all mute?"

Cui Xinqin looked around, and everywhere her gaze fell, not a blade of grass grew.

"Weren't you chatting happily just now? What, did you get completely captivated when you saw me come in?"

The entire room fell silent.

Only the sparrows outside the window continued their oblivious chirping.

"Zhu Yawen".

Cui Xinqin opened the roster and casually called out a general.

The tough young man who was called out froze, as if struck by an electric current, and walked onto the stage with his hands and feet in disarray.

"Here's a piece titled 'A Long-Awaited Reunion'."

Zhu Yawen took a deep breath, gathering his emotions.

Three seconds later.

He lunged at the air, his hands gripping a non-existent "relative" tightly, his facial muscles twitching wildly, and a beast-like roar emanating from his throat.

"Mom! I missed you so much!"

The scene didn't look like a long-awaited reunion; it looked more like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a meat bun.

The students in the audience were so embarrassed by their laughter that their faces turned red.

"stop."

Cui Xinqin raised her hand to interrupt, her face full of disdain.

"You're meeting your biological mother? Anyone who didn't know better would think you're a convict just released from jail, about to take hostages."

"The emotions of a long-awaited reunion are complex, including joy, heartache, and guilt, rather than a ferocious display of all one's strength."

Zhu Yawen blushed and slunk back to her seat.

"Next up, Jiang Yiyan."

A young woman with artistic flair gracefully took to the stage.

She chose a topic that best showcased her strengths—"Heartbreak".

She was looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, her hands covering her chest, her eyelashes trembling, and two lines of clear tears welling up in her eyes. She looked as beautiful and tragic as a small white flower swaying in the wind.

"Why...why did you leave me...?"

His voice trembled, as if he were weeping and pleading.

Even a layperson would be moved by this superb crying scene.

But Cui Xinqin just watched coldly until Jiang Yiyan cried her eyes out, then slowly spoke.

"She cried beautifully."

Jiang Yiyan was overjoyed, and with tears in her eyes, she was about to say a few words of modesty.

"It's fake."

Cui Xinqin hit the nail on the head.

"You're putting on a show for yourself, admiring your own tears."

"The audience isn't stupid. It's not important whether you're moved yourself or not; what matters is whether you can move others."

"Go down, and stop reading so much romance novels."

Jiang Yiyan's smile froze on her face; she was so embarrassed that she could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with her toes.

After several people were killed in succession, the atmosphere in the classroom became extremely tense.

"Liu Qianqian".

Finally, the name was read out.

Everyone's attention was instantly focused.

Everyone wants to see just how good this "chosen one" really is, having filmed a big production as soon as she entered school and become incredibly popular online.

Liu Qianqian stood up.

She wore a simple white T-shirt today, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was bare of makeup, yet it glowed with a radiant whiteness.

That confidence and ease that emanated from his very being stood in stark contrast to the apprehensive freshmen around him.

After all, they survived the torment of Yu Le, that sharp-tongued monster, so this little scene is nothing to them.

Title: Misunderstood

Cui Xinqin leaned back in her chair, waiting for her performance.

Liu Qianqian walked to the center of the stage.

Unlike others, she didn't rush to build up her emotions, nor did she yell or burst into tears immediately.

She just stood there quietly.

The image of Yu Le snatching her last bag of potato chips and then turning around and accusing her of being fat flashed through her mind.

A genuine, pure, unadorned sense of grievance and anger welled up inside me instantly.

She slightly raised her chin.

That once charming face was now covered with a layer of frost.

She didn't speak, but just stared coldly ahead, as if the person who had wronged her was standing there.

Then, she took a deep breath, as if she were trying to explain something, and her lips moved.

But in the end, she said nothing.

He simply let out a very soft, disdainful snort.

Turn around.

With his back to the audience.

His shoulders twitched slightly, as if he was trying to suppress something, or perhaps he was silently mocking someone.

The whole process took less than a minute.

There wasn't a single line of dialogue.

But the pride, disdain, and the hint of grievance hidden beneath that pride of a rich heiress are vividly portrayed.

This is Bai Xiuzhu.

Even when she suffered the greatest injustice, Bai Xiuzhu held her head high and refused to let her crown fall.

The classroom was silent for a few seconds.

Then, a sparse round of applause broke out.

Although the students didn't want to admit it, they were indeed stunned by Liu Qianqian's aura for a moment.

That innate nobility cannot be acted out.

Cui Xinqin sat up straight.

Looking at the little girl on stage who had already broken character and was grinning foolishly at everyone, the layer of ice on her face that had never melted for a thousand years finally cracked open.

"That's interesting."

Cui Xinqin nodded; this was the highest praise she could give today.

"Going out to film a movie actually wore away a lot of that 'wooden' spirit in me."

"Acting used to feel like reciting a text, but now I know how to put my heart into it."

"That turn was handled well; leaving room for interpretation is more powerful than shouting."

Upon hearing the praise from "Abbess Miejue," Liu Qianqian's eyes lit up, her previous composure instantly crumbled, and she smiled like a child who had received candy.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Alright, stop being so arrogant."

Cui Xinqin waved her hand, reverting to her stern demeanor.

"This is just the beginning. You're just playing yourself, taking advantage of the role."

"If you were asked to play a village girl, would you still be this comfortable?"

"Go on, and keep trying."

Although the tapping still carried a hint of satisfaction, everyone could tell that the old lady was pleased.

Jiang Yiyan sat in the audience, clutching the pen tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

However, the pen that was being gripped so tightly that it made a clicking sound did not attract Liu Qianqian's attention.

She was immersed in the joy of being praised and imagining what to have for lunch.

The afternoon classes are large lectures.

The lecture hall was packed with people.

A History of Chinese Cinema.

This course was taken by students from the 01 and 02 cohorts.

For most performing arts students, this course serves two main purposes: to catch up on sleep and to exchange gossip.

Liu Qianqian found a corner at the back and skillfully propped up the books, creating a simple defensive fortification.

Just as she was about to lie down and drift off to sleep, the whispers of two second-year female students in the front row drifted over down the aisle.

"Have you heard? Jia Nailiang and Huang Shengyi broke up."