C42 Taking Advantage of the Situation

After the meal, Qin Lang called Qiao Lin into the living room and sat on the sofa, asking him to take out the script.

Qiao Lin went into the bedroom and took out the backpack that he had brought with him today. From it, he took out a piece of paper that was slightly wrinkled but neatly folded by him and handed it to Qin Lang.

A thin sheet of A4 paper would have been more than sufficient for a brief two-person play, a brief description of the scene, the expressions, the psychological descriptions, and the contents of the conversation.

Qin Lang took the piece of paper and patted the seat beside him. He asked Qiao Lin to sit down first before he started to read the so-called script seriously.

After reading the content, Qin Lang felt that the scripts that Zeng Yiwen sent to the students were either randomly found by him on the internet, or that Zeng Yiwen had deliberately messed with these students and written them himself.

The clichés and the bad lines, didn't the trainees laugh at the rehearsals?

It was about a couple who liked each other, a girl who confessed to a boy in an empty classroom during graduation, but was too shy to say it, and ended up being confessed to by the boy instead.

It was a pretty little story, but the man in the script had been described as a charming, cool, domineering CEO, and the girl was shy. The script was supposed to be cute, but it turned out to be all sorts of coyness.

With just one look, Qin Lang had already memorized all the contents. Then, he asked Qiao Lin, "Have you memorized all the contents?"

Qiao Lin nodded. Qin Lang put down the pitiful script and grabbed his arm, pulling him up from the sofa and blocking him against the empty wall opposite the sofa.

With a mischievous smile on his face, Qin Lang leaned against the wall with one hand and hugged Qiao Lin in his arms, "Didn't you send me a note in class saying that you have something to say to me after school? Now that all the students have left, why aren't you saying anything?"

Only when Qin Lang read out the lines did Qiao Lin come back to his senses. This brat had gotten into character so quickly, as expected of a character at the level of the King of the Silver Screen. The role he played was exactly the same as the one Zeng Yiwen gave him in the afternoon.

"Wait," Qiao Lin immediately stopped him, "I'll be the boy, you're stealing the show."

"Didn't you ask me to teach you? How are you going to learn if I don't do it once? Besides, you have to stand on the other side's side and understand what they are thinking. That's the only way for you to better control your own role. I don't just look at my own scenes when I read the script. " Qin Lang's words were reasonable and well-founded.

Qiao Lin also believed him, "Alright, then I'll have to trouble you to repeat it again."

Qiao Lin pushed him away and returned to the sofa.

Thus, from being pulled up to the wall, to the first line, the two of them repeated it again. When Qin Lang finished speaking, it was Qiao Lin's turn to continue.

He lowered his head and said, "I-I want to tell you, pfft."

Just as he opened his mouth, Qiao Lin burst into laughter.

Qin Lang frowned, "Did you also laugh when I was acting as your opponent this afternoon?"

In fact, if it wasn't for Qin Lang's good self-control, he would have laughed as well.

"I didn't." Qiao Lin had already been looked down upon by all kinds of people among the trainees. All day long, he had been highly focused and nervous, so how could he laugh? Now that the person opposite him was Qin Lang, he was no longer as nervous as before, so he could not help but laugh, "I just don't have much emotion when I say my lines."

"I see, and now you must play the part of the girl, and understand it, and then you must think of a girl like that, and when you know she likes you, and tease her, and force her to confess to you, and when she is silly and can't explain herself, you can't wait to tell her what you think."

So the two of them did it again. Qiao Lin knew the script very well, even the lines of the other party were very clear, but just as he had said, when he said the lines, he would only read them according to the script, without feeling anything.

Qin Lang could not help but shake his head. "You can't do this. A girl should be nervous and shy when she confesses to the person she likes. Don't even think about it now. Just think about what happens when you confess to the person you like."

"Huh?" Qiao Lin scratched his head awkwardly, "I've never liked anyone, how would I know how to react?"

Qin Lang was very satisfied with this answer, but the main focus now was to teach Qiao Lin, "I've never liked anyone before, but I'm sure you've read TV and novels before, right?"

"I've read it, and it's in the script, but I just can't do it right, and I only started rehearsing with you tonight, so I'm even less sure." Qiao Lin was also a little anxious, wondering if he was really not suitable to be an actor.

In fact, Qin Lang was already very satisfied with Qiao Lin's performance. This person had just received a more formal acting class today and was much better than the actors he had met over the years who only knew how to read the script without any emotion and then rely on post-production dubbing.

At least he was working hard.

Qin Lang looked at Qiao Lin patiently, "It's fine, I'll teach you, but I have to make it clear that I'm teaching you. Don't be angry or hit me."

"Yes." Qiao Lin nodded doubtfully.

He originally thought that Qin Lang was going to switch roles with him, but he was still wondering why Qin Lang couldn't be angry or hit him.

When he raised his head, he saw Qin Lang's face approaching him bit by bit.

Qiao Lin instinctively wanted to retreat, but there was no way he could retreat with the wall behind him.

As Qin Lang got closer and closer to him, just as he could clearly feel Qin Lang's breath, a pair of soft and warm lips pressed against his.

Qiao Lin stared at the handsome face in front of him. Qin Lang's eyes were closed and his face was serious. At this moment, only a few words flashed through his mind, 'You can't hit him.'

At this moment, his heart suddenly sped up as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He did not know how long Qin Lang had been kissing him. He only knew that when Qin Lang moved his lips away from his lips, his lips, face, and even ears began to burn.

"Do you feel anything?"

Only when Qin Lang's voice sounded in his ears did Qiao Lin come back to his senses and ask, "How do you feel?"

"When I kissed you just now, did your face turn red and your heart beat faster? When a girl confesses to the person she likes, she should have this kind of feeling, and she will stutter because she is nervous. Do you understand?"

Qiao Lin's face turned red. He had not pushed him away just now and allowed him to kiss him. Qin Lang felt that he had felt something.

Should he be happy that Qiao Lin felt his kiss? But he was worried that Qiao Lin would turn against him if he made him unhappy.

After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Lin did not turn against him but nodded, "Let's queue up again."

Now that he had grasped the mood that Qin Lang had just mentioned, the show was over in an instant. Furthermore, he had also said his lines very well.

By the time the roles were reversed, Qiao Lin had already learned how to play his role since Qin Lang had played it once.

"Thank you." After the rehearsal, Qiao Lin took the thin script from the coffee table, thanked Qin Lang and went back to his bedroom.

However, he was stopped by Qin Lang just as he was about to walk to the door, "What I taught you just now was my secret technique. I've only taught it to you, so don't tell anyone about it."

Whether Qiao Lin had feelings for him because of that kiss or not, Qin Lang did not want Qiao Lin to learn from him and use this move on others. He was taking advantage of the situation.

Qiao Lin nodded. Without looking at him, he went into the bedroom and quickly closed the door behind him.