Inside the practice room, the man had already taken off his black coat, revealing a well-fitting wool knit sweater, his posture exuding a sense of casualness and laziness.

At this moment, he was leaning back in the only chair in the center, his head hanging low, looking somewhat helpless, as if he had suffered a huge blow. He murmured, "No—this can't be, this isn't real, how could it be me? No, it can't be me, I don't know anything about what happened that night..."

"Oh, I understand, it must be you—"

He suddenly looked up, his expression still carrying a trace of desperate fear, like a drowning person desperately trying to catch their breath. But completely inconsistent with his expression were his fierce and cold words: "Look, you hesitated."

"Why are you playing dumb? You know perfectly well that this is all your own fault; you're just making excuses for your incompetence—"

To be honest, that scene was really bizarre.

His face clearly showed pain and struggle, with tears even welling up in his eyes, as if he couldn't accept reality at all. But the one who hurt him the most was himself.

Those vicious words were spoken by him, including his ruthless tone and his agonizing gasps as if his personality was entangled. It was as if one could directly see the souls within his body intertwined, condensing into a hideous image that was indistinguishable from reality.

That visual and auditory conflict is the unique charm of this type of stage performance. Especially when the audience is right there in the scene, the overwhelming presence of the actors' performances makes them truly understand the value of Xiao He's double Best Actor award.

That was definitely not because the role was a perfect fit, he was lucky enough, or because the financial backers were powerful enough to directly present him with all the awards and honors—

Xiao He himself was fully capable of receiving those honors.

Especially the final scene of the split personality asking and answering himself, coupled with Xiao He's increasingly superb performance, sent chills down the spines of the audience members sitting together, and they felt a sense of fear.

It was both fear of Xiao He's performance and fear of Xiao He's talent for acting.

Although many of these students were his fans, their affection was still distant, separated by a screen and the vastness of time and space. Even now, several girls were clenching their fists, and even the other boys who had no feelings for Xiao He were staring intently at the person in the center, their hearts filled with admiration and longing.

People always admire the strong.

Moreover, after experiencing it firsthand, the absolute overwhelming power made them realize the gap between themselves and the famous movie stars, and also aroused their deep admiration.

At this moment, people finally began to see him as an actor, a teacher capable of instructing them all.

Being a celebrity is merely his most glamorous title, but it is by no means his only one.

After Xiao He finished his performance, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. The applause came not only from the students in front of him, but also from other theater staff who had come to watch from the doorway.

After Xiao He recovered from those emotions, he was startled to see the densely packed crowd at the door.

"Why are there so many people here?"

The theater was originally quiet and deserted, and he thought there weren't many people inside. But to his surprise, the entrance was already packed with people after just one performance.

Yang Heng, who was standing to the side, was also amazed by Xiao He's performance. While clapping, he answered Xiao He's question: "They had already surrounded you when you got into character, but you just didn't notice."

Although all his previous performances proved that Xiao He was a true method actor with innate talent for acting, Yang Heng was still somewhat shocked when he saw him get into and out of character so easily.

It's hard to believe that such a performance was merely something Xiao He prepared on the spot.

He simply glanced at the outline, skipping the entire process of building up his emotions. He sat down in the chair and immediately began acting. After the performance, he merely wiped away a tear and immediately returned to normal, transforming from a neurotic detective with multiple personalities into the familiar Xiao He...

If Yang Heng hadn't been certain during their brief time together that Xiao He was mentally sound, he would have suspected that Xiao He might have some kind of illness.

"It's alright, don't worry about them, they'll teach you normally," Yang Heng continued.

Many people came from outside the door, all filled with curiosity about Xiao He. Even Li Jian, who was looking for trouble, had been swallowed up by the crowd.

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No one knew exactly when the old man arrived, but he deliberately stood with his hands behind his back at the door, firmly blocking the other figures trying to rush in. He smiled and met Xiao He's gaze, giving a slight nod as a simple greeting.

After all, it's teaching time now. If they all rush in to exchange pleasantries, the students might miss this rare opportunity to be taught...

Even Li Jian, who originally wanted to cause trouble, was silenced by a single glare from the old man.

Fortunately, Xiao He's ability to withstand pressure is now very strong. After glancing at the crowd gathered at the door, he forcibly looked away and tried to focus all his attention on the lecture in front of him.

"As an experiential actor, there's not much I can actually teach you. I'll just mention a few simple tricks we actors can use to save effort when portraying a character..."

In fact, Xiao He was not very good at teaching and educating people.

He disliked stupidity and was also a bit impatient, so becoming a teacher was undoubtedly out of Xiao He's reach.

However, Xiao He's personality also has a strong sense of pride and meticulousness, and he will always do his best to complete whatever he is doing.

Therefore, Xiao He was really dedicated to teaching this class, and he went through almost every practical technique he could think of.

The idea of ​​someone with no formal training becoming a teacher in front of academics, instructing future students with formal training... frankly, this scene seems like a ridiculous joke.

However, that is the truth.

Xiao He not only taught in front of these people, but he also taught exceptionally well, providing a wealth of practical knowledge. The students sitting below had long since lost their interest in idol worship and were all burying their heads in taking notes, afraid of missing any important points.

Almost in the blink of an eye, more than an hour had passed.

Xiao He cleared his throat, feeling thirsty. Only after taking the water cup from Yang Heng did he belatedly realize that Yang Heng hadn't had a chance to say anything yet.

They had clearly said before that they would take classes together.

"Ahem, I'm almost done." Xiao He quickly coughed lightly. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Yang Heng crossed his arms, his gaze towards Xiao He more complex than ever before. After a long silence, he shook his head.

Qu Kangcheng, who had been listening at the door the whole time to this wonderful performance lesson, was the first to applaud.

His applause was exceptionally loud, jolting everyone out of their immersion in the classroom knowledge.

The next moment, Xiao He received a round of applause.