You Don’t Understand The Pain Of Being Popular

In group practice room No. 6, Director Hua was giving a lecture to Mu Taozhi and He Yanning.

He didn't need to worry about Yao Bianliang's acting skills at all, he only needed to teach these two people well now.

"So, this plot should be understood in this way!" Mu Taozhi patted his thigh, feeling that he had realized it.

"I've always played this role as a buffoon. Luckily, Director Hua corrected me in time."

Mu Taozhi didn't think much of it when he was rehearsing, but now that he thought about it, this character should be very three-dimensional. You couldn't simply portray him as a deranged villain.

He Yanning was standing beside him, also looking thoughtful at this time.

The question that had been bothering him for a long time, after today's explanation, finally had the answer.

He couldn't help but gratefully said: "Director Hua, thank you."

Everyone said before that Director Hua was a new director who has become a halfway monk, and his level was not even as good as that of a professional actor.

But now it seemed that Director Hua was clearly a talented director!

Listening to the gratitude of the two, Director Hua felt guilty: "You don't have to be grateful to me."

He never thought of taking Yao Bianliang's credit.

What's more, Yao Bianliang was sitting on the other side of the practice room. If he accepted the thanks calmly, he would be too thick-skinned.

After thinking for a while, he finally said: "Actually, I didn't come up with these understandings, but a friend of mine told me."

"She helped me understand the content of the script and gave me a lot of inspiration."

"If you really wanted to say thank you, you should thank her."

Since Yao Bianliang won't let him reveal her identity, then he should say something vaguely.

Mu Taozhi was a little skeptical: "The friend you mentioned, could it be yourself?"

Director Hua: "...Of course not!"