Song Huanxi was slightly stunned. At this time, of course she would not believe what Wang Yu said, she was the finale.

Song Huanxi thought about it carefully for a moment and quickly determined that it must be that Pei Yuanyang ran into Guo Yunchen yesterday to celebrate her birthday, and he still had a grudge in his heart.

Song Huanxi silently reflected for a moment, recalled her words and deeds, and concluded that she did not do anything wrong - Guo Hansang was her friend, Pei Yuanyang was her boss, and her boss did not interfere with her right to make friends.

After giving himself an innocent trial, Song Huanxi became at ease and no longer cared about being isolated. He focused on his manuscript again:

Aqiang was not scared by these dozen young people. He was used to doing small business around the streets and had never seen anyone. His best attitude was to be kind to others and be kind to others.

He nodded to these classmates in a friendly manner and greeted him: "So many handsome guys, hello you guys."

These young men looked at each other and laughed out loud again.

Teaching He frowned slightly and ordered Aqiang: "You can find a seat first."

Aqiang felt that he came to learn, so he naturally had to do the first point so that he could hear it more clearly.

He found an open seat in the first row. Before he could sit down, the young man next to him scolded in disgust: "Don't sit here!"

Aqiang didn't argue, and found another seat, but was still driven away by disgust before he sat down.

He was not bothered, knowing that anyone could not sit at any seat. In the end, Aqiang arrived at the only empty table in the last row and sat down.

...

Song Huanxi paused her pen and suddenly realized that she seemed to have brought her emotions into her without realizing it. Aqiang's situation seemed to be like her!

She sighed, and she still minded.

Song Huanxi silently wrote a small black account for Boss Pei Liu in his heart, called "Little Being Pet".

If the reality is not satisfactory, let the protagonist live a more comfortable life in the book!

Song Huanxi sorted out his thoughts and continued to write:

He Zhixi found Aqiang finally found a place and started teaching again. "Excuse me, mainly means disturbing. Even if it is your Chinese, I'm sorry, I'll say excuse me first, and then I want to ask the other party for help-"

Before he finished speaking, A Qiang, who was sitting in the last row, suddenly raised his hand, "Excuse me, Teacher He!"

Teacher He was stunned and subconsciously corrected him: "You want to call me MissHe, not Teacher He."

Aqiang immediately learned what he had done: "Excuse me, MissHe!"

Teaching He nodded: "What's the matter?"

Aqiang looked honest and honest: "I just wanted to ask, is Excuse me used this way?"

Teaching He: “…yes.”

The male classmates turned their heads and stared at Aqiang. Aqiang looked back with a calm look on his face - just look at it, and it won't be dead if you look at it!

Teaching He coughed lightly: "Okay, let's continue, Excuse me, where's the night school?

Translated into Chinese means, if you disturb me, how can you go to the night school?

Of course, we can change the night school to any other place name, which is the standard sentence for asking for directions.”

Teaching He then wrote down several phrases, namely turn right, turn left, go straight. After reading the phrases, she explained again: "These phrases are: turn right, turn left, and go forward."

After contacting the above article, she gave a complete example and gave a direct instruction: "Okay, now the students are in groups of two, practice this sentence structure for asking for directions."

Aqiang looked around and saw that these male classmates who were obviously hostile to him quickly divided the group, with a total of 13 people, and the few closest to him, and the three of them formed a group.

The three of them were practicing stumblingly, and they looked at him blatantly.

Aqiang no longer hesitated and simply raised his hand: "Excuse me, MissHe!"

Teacher He was in a hurry: "What's the matter?"

Aqiang smiled foolishly again: "That... no one practices with me. Teacher, can you be with me?"

...

"Hey, this little story you wrote is quite interesting!"

Song Huanxi shivered and almost jumped up. She suddenly looked up and met Cai Tongyuan's fat smiling face. She laughed awkwardly: "Write whatever you want."

Cai Tong smiled and said gently: "I'm anxious, Classmate Song? Come with me!"

Song Huanxi's mood suddenly rose, and she replied sweetly: "Okay!"

After packing up the paper and putting it in a handbag, Song Huanxi followed Cai Tong. Knowing that the squad coach had a good temper, she directly asked her curiosity: "What are you calling out today for?"

Cai Tong is not a director and has not attended the morning meeting. He didn't know Pei Yuanyang's decision. He smiled and said, "The company is rushing to produce a big production and decided to use you newcomers. You will be asked to sign a contract first and then you will be auditioned."

Song Huanxi's steps suddenly became lighter. Big companies were different. They were going to be transferred from temporary workers to formal workers so soon!

It seems that she misunderstood Boss Six, and Song Huanxi silently wiped out the black account of Boss Six in his heart.

She asked curiously again: "What big production is it? Can Master Cai reveal one or two more?"

Cai Tong laughed and said, "There is nothing that cannot be said. It's a Dream of Red Mansions. I remember you had practiced it for a while before?"

Song Huanxi's steps were a little lighter, and Dream of Red Mansions made sense. This classical masterpiece has hundreds of characters. Even if it only takes a few scenes, it would be fine to stuff all the students in their training class into it.

Song Huanxi recalled the female characters in Dream of Red Mansions in his mind.

Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, and Mrs. Jia, first exclude a few older people, and also the three protagonists. Song Huanxi does not think that the company will let a newcomer like her play Bao Daichai.

Who could it be?

Xiren, Qingwen, Yuanyang... Song Huanxi, the famous maids in Dream of Red Mansions, thought about them all.

She found that every maid has her own personality and it seems that it is very good to play any one.

Song Huanxi stopped thinking about it and just regarded it as a surprise.

Soon, the two arrived in a small conference room, and a long table occupied most of the space in the small conference room. Zou Wenhuan, director of publicity and distribution, sat at one end of the long table, beside him was Pei Yuanyang with a expressionless face.

Song Huanxi was in a good mood and greeted the two with a smile: "Hello Mr. Raymond, hello Boss Six."

Zou Wenhuan showed a hint of resentment and signaled her to sit down.

Pei Yuanyang was in a very upset-

He couldn't help but come to see her, but he didn't expect that his mood would go up and down and fall to the bottom at any time, but the other party was in a good mood, as if he had just won the first prize in the horse racing!
Chapter completed!