Amateur talent show? Top mentors are my students.

Then there's Sun Zhuohang.

He sat in the corridor outside an audition venue for a film crew, a well-worn script spread out on his lap, muttering to himself.

A fellow actor, also waiting to go on stage, sat next to me, with two empty chairs between them.

Sun Zhuohang read his lines for a while, glanced to the side, hesitated, then turned back to continue reading.

After a few seconds, he glanced at it again, then turned back.

Fang Yiren suppressed a laugh: "He wanted to talk to the person next to him, but he didn't dare."

Teacher Wei: "Look at how often he tilts his head, he looks at people almost ten times a minute."

When Sun Zhuohang turned his head for the fifth time, the actor next to him also turned his head.

The two men exchanged a glance. Sun Zhuohang paused for a moment, then whispered, "...You're auditioning for this role too?"

"right."

"...Then good luck. You can go ahead with the interview. I'm not in a hurry."

The other person chuckled, "It's alright, we'll wait together."

Sun Zhuohang nodded, his ears turning red, but he seemed to relax a little.

Looking at the screen, Wang Yiren said, "This kid is genuinely nervous in social situations, but his nervousness is very sincere."

"He's a cute little brother," Teacher Wei nodded.

Zhuang Wenmin's clip is in the studio.

A young magazine model sat in front of her, facing a mirror, her face already covered in foundation.

Zhuang Wenmin stood behind the model, pinched a brush between her fingers, and gestured to her face: "Close your eyes."

The model closes her eyes.

She started applying eyeshadow, sweeping the brush across her eyelids twice before pausing and glancing at the makeup director beside her: "This shade doesn't match today's lighting; it's too warm. Change to the gray-toned palette."

The makeup director leaned over for a look: "The client requested a warm color scheme."

"The warm tone the client requested is just a concept; it won't look good under the lighting. Look, this color looks like a sea of ​​orange in the lens." Zhuang Wenmin's tone left no room for negotiation. "Change to a gray tone; I'll take responsibility."

The makeup director hesitated for a moment, then nodded and turned to get the gray-toned eyeshadow palette.

The model opened one eye: "Sister Zhuang, what style do you think suits me?"

"Your eye sockets are deep-set, and a gray tone accentuates your features. A warm tone would be too harsh on your bone structure, which is a waste."

The model laughed: "How do you know so much about this?"

Zhuang Wenmin lowered her head and continued applying eyeshadow, her tone flat: "This is my livelihood."

After watching this segment, Fang Yiren shrank her neck and said, "Her aura is too strong. The way she spoke to the director made me sweat for him."

Wang Yiren said, "But what she said makes sense. If the makeup artist doesn't strive for the best effect for the model, the final product will be ugly, and the model and the magazine will suffer the most."

Teacher Wei added, "She only speaks when she has a solid professional foundation. This kind of person may seem assertive, but they are actually very easy to work with."

Finally, there's He Xu.

In the practice room of Banxing Entertainment, twelve trainees stood in two rows. He Xu leaned against the mirror, twirling a pen in his hand: "Let me see you dance the set of moves I taught you yesterday from beginning to end."

The music started.

The trainees danced fairly well together, but He Xu's gaze lingered for a moment on a boy with a small braid in the third row.

After he finished dancing, he said, "XX, your turn in the second verse of the chorus was half a beat too slow."

The boy, head down, said, "I... I'm still practicing—"

"I know you're practicing, but you're practicing the wrong way. Every time you turn there, you wait for the beat, and by the time the beat arrives, it's too late. You should start half a beat early, shift your weight forward, and you'll be finished turning just as the beat arrives."

The boy nodded, walked in front of the mirror and tried again, this time doing a little better.

He Xu didn't praise him, but instead glanced around at the others: "Is there anyone else stuck in that position like him?"

Two trainees in the front row raised their hands.

"The three of you stay together, I'll give you the time to beat, and you follow me."

He stood in front of the mirror, tapping his hands to the beat at his sides, while three trainees followed behind him, practicing the movements over and over again.

On the fourth try, the boy finally got it right. He Xu glanced at him and nodded, "That's good enough."

The boy's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

During the break, He Xu sat in a corner drinking water when two trainees approached him. One of them whispered, "Teacher He Xu, are we really going to be on TV?"

"If we can capture it, we will."

"So, are we about to become famous?"

He Xu glanced at him: "Fire? Fire my ass! You should practice your body spin first."

"I'm pretty good at twisting."

"Who was a beat slow just now? Do they think they can become famous like your Brother Heng?"

The trainee pouted, while his companion next to him laughed so hard he almost fell over.

He Xu put down the water bottle, glanced at them sideways, and said in a unchanged tone: "Filming a show is extra exposure, but you have to remember one thing—the audience thinks you're good because you dance well, not because you're on TV. If you don't dance well, being on TV is pointless."

The trainees stopped laughing and nodded seriously.

After watching this, Fang Yiren remarked, "Teacher He is a completely different person when he's teaching. He's usually quiet in the villa, and he doesn't talk much when he's dancing. But as soon as he enters the practice room, he becomes completely tense, and his aura is totally different."

Teacher Wei said, "He has a very natural sense of control when he teaches. He knows what he is doing and how to make the students understand. This kind of teacher is actually very rare—not the kind who only demonstrates but doesn't explain why."

Wang Yiren added, "And he doesn't fool kids. You can see the way he speaks; he points out problems when necessary. Kids can actually sense that respect."

Host Cao turned to the last page of the script: "So, six guests, six completely different work scenarios. We followed them from morning till night all day, and our biggest takeaway is—" He turned to look at the other three observers.

Fang Yiren said, "These six people can get along well together."

Teacher Wei added, "Moreover, everyone behaves differently in their work and social situations, which is very interesting."

Holding his coffee cup, Wang Yiren summarized, "When I'm at work, I'm a normal person; when I get back to the villa, that's when I show my true colors."

Host Cao chuckled: "Then let's see what these six people really are like after they get back to the villa."