MTL - After Pregnancy, I Divorced the Actor-Chapter 31

Yan Yu sent Qi Yan out of the house without any risk.

She leaned on the door with one hand, and waved the other quickly, like a flag fluttering in the wind, with a sweet smile: "Goodbye, Teacher Qi, be careful on the road!"

With deep eyes, Qi Yan glanced at her smile, opened the car door, bent down and got in.

Yan An still stood where he was, waving his hands until the car disappeared.

Oh yeah, finally gone! Yan An stopped waving his hand, tick-tocked the fingerprint lock for a while, and after confirming that there were indeed only her fingerprints in it, not Qi Yan's, he slammed the door shut.

I was so careless tonight, I almost got exposed. This Qi Yan is really treacherous, if she wanted to give the video tape, she wouldn't give it when she got off the car, but when she was about to open the door, she asked her to bring it over by herself.

She was caught off guard for a while, and he opened the door of the house.

This Qi Yan is still suspicious about the child, and he is determined to come to her house to test it out.

Yan An worriedly grabbed the money grass that protruded from the top of his head, not knowing what to do.

She had tried so hard to deny it, but he still didn't seem to believe it.

How to dispel his suspicion? She thought about it, but couldn't think of a good way, so she could only go to the enchantment, and told the three children to do it.

"Did you see that bad uncle tonight? You must not be discovered by him, or you will be miserable." Yan Yu said earnestly, "That bad uncle likes to drink lemonade, stir-fry bitter melon, and eat mangosteen the most in his life. Not only that, he also wantonly trampled on the copper money plants raised at home. It can be said that he is the natural enemy of our family, you must be careful, when mother is not at home, you play in the enchantment, okay?"

Yan Mengmeng nodded immediately, with a look of lingering fear.

Yan Kuku took the mangosteen given by his younger brother, and nodded indifferently.

Yan Zhuzhu frowned: "Mom, since he is so bad, can we just avoid him? Can't fight back?"

"Of course not!" Yan Yu said seriously, "We are law-abiding citizens and we can't hurt people casually, do you know that?"

Yan Zhuzhu retorted: "It's not hurting, it's self-defense."

Yan Yu looked at the third son in front of him and murmured in his heart, this child has only been born a few days ago, how could he even know about self-defense?

She coughed lightly: "We orphans and widows can't beat him. When you grow up, let's talk about self-defense. Now, you just obey your mother and don't let people find you, okay?"

Yan Zhuzhu frowned, disapproving.

Yan Yu sighed: "Now my mother is cooperating with this bad uncle to make money, so don't act rashly, Zhuzhu. When my mother earns money, she will take you to run away. The three of you will last for a while, and younger brothers and sisters will still need money. Come to sprout."

She persuaded her a lot, and Yan Zhuzhu let go.

Yan Yu thought to himself, the genius baby is really not easy to fool.

Early the next morning, Yan Yu arrived at Kang Heng on time.

Qi Yan and Yang Shen are going to attend a business event today, but they are not at the company.

Qi Yan's female secretary entertained Yan An on her behalf.

Yan An had been to the company twice before, one time to participate in the interview of "The Smell of Fireworks in the World", and the other time to sign a contract with Qi Yan.

But both times, she went straight to her destination, unfamiliar with the company's interior.

The female secretary first took her around the company to get acquainted with Kang Heng's training camp specially prepared for artists.

This camp has its own building, which is the one behind Kang Heng. Although it is not that tall, it has a cavernous cave inside.

Dance room, screening room, lounge, changing room, shower room, cafeteria, gym, etc., it was dazzling and full of amazement.

Finally, the female secretary took her to the door of a dance studio, and said with a smile, "Teacher Yan Yu, you have dance class in the morning, performance class in the afternoon, and your own rest time in the evening. You can arrange it as you like. Dance classes are all in Here, the acting class is upstairs."

Yan Yu nodded obediently: "I see, thank you."

The female secretary said respectfully: "You are welcome, call me anytime if you have any questions. If there is nothing else, I will go to work first."

Yan An watched the female secretary go away, and then walked into the dance studio.

In the dance room, the teacher and other students had already arrived and were sitting aside, as if they were waiting for her.

The female secretary just told her that the classmates who practiced ballet with her this time will also participate in Lu Dongyang's movie with her a month later.

A total of five people, six including her.

These five people were chosen by Lu Dongyang himself, some are Kang Heng's artists, some are not. For convenience, they uniformly train ballet in Kangheng, which can promote familiarity among actors and facilitate filming.

In Lu Dongyang's movie, the heroine is a ballet dancer, and so are the people around the heroine.

Therefore, the females, second females, third females, and fourth females in the number n basically have to know ballet, at least they have to look decent when they are shot.

While thinking about these things, Yan An closed the door of the dance studio with his backhand, and walked over.

Everyone was looking at her, she was a little unnatural, and shyly said: "Sorry, I'm late."

That's what she said, but in fact she wasn't late, she just got stuck.

As soon as the words fell, a girl sitting in the middle smiled: "How dare we make you say sorry? You are the heroine."

As soon as the words came out, the people around him began to echo: "That's right, Sister Yan Yu, please give me some advice. Did you practice ballet before, so Director Lu chose you as the heroine?"

These people said "you" in one mouthful, and their tone was yin and yang, which sounded very uncomfortable.

Yan Yu frowned, and the shy smile on his face disappeared.

She puffed her cheeks, shook her head, and said confidently, "I haven't practiced before."

The five people gasped: "Then what did you dance before?"

Yan Yu blinked: "I can't dance."

The five of them winked at each other, as if they didn't expect Yan Yu to have no dancing skills at all.

Even the dance teacher who stood by and watched, not interfering in the students' affairs, was a little surprised: "You have never danced?"

Yan Yu nodded: "Well, I didn't skip it."

Those five people were talking in low voices, but the low voice could be heard in the whole dance room.

"Tsk, she can't dance, how did she choose the heroine?"

"Is it a good play?"

"You don't know her? The amateur guest of "The Smell of Fireworks" is not a major, and has never acted before!"

"Then how do you become the mistress?"

"Thinking about the studio she signed with, I guess—"

He didn't say anything, but the red eyes had already made it very clear.

Isn't it just relying on men to be in power?

Several girls rolled their eyes on the spot.

Although the five of them have different agencies, they are all born as professional actors, and they have a background in dancing in the professional class, and they have practiced dancing since childhood.

Two of them practiced ballet.

He is a professional class and has a background in dancing. Naturally, he looks down on people like Yan Yu who are not in a major class and can't dance. Why can someone like Yan Yu be a heroine, but they want to support Yan Yu?

Hearing these words, Yan An bit his lip, his face turned pale, and he didn't speak.

She didn't know how to refute, because what they said was true.

First of all, she can't act, and second, she can't dance. It is Qi Yan's credit that she can be the heroine.

If I have to talk about it, I can only say that three years ago, she had a good eye and picked Qi Yan as a potential stock at a glance, and chased him shamelessly.

That's why there is an opportunity today.

In this way, isn't good vision a kind of ability?

Yan Yu comforted himself in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more it became true, so his pale face turned red.

She didn't want to talk to these people, turned to the teacher, and said, "Teacher, shouldn't the class start?"

The dance teacher who was wise and safe looked at the time and clapped his hands: "Yes, let's start the class. My task is to let you learn five dances this month. This task is very heavy, but don't worry too much. Five dances It sounds like there are many dances, but in fact the movements of each dance are similar, if you practice one of them well, you will get started with the others quickly. Of course, the most important thing is the basic skills.”

The dance teacher paused, and subconsciously glanced at Yan Yu.

Among the people here, only Yan Yu has no dance foundation, and Yan Yu is the most important student.

She thought for a while, and said, "Let me evaluate your flexibility first. Everyone, press your legs first."

leg press? Yan Yu froze for a moment, not quite understanding.

She has only lived in the modern society for more than three years, and spends most of her time surfing the Internet in the enchantment. The surfing content has nothing to do with dancing. Naturally, she doesn't know what this simple "leg press" means.

And she only learned that the heroine can dance last night, logically she should have looked up the general knowledge last night. It's just that the cunning ex-husband broke into her house and distracted her, so she forgot about it.

So Yan Yu turned his head silently and looked at the group of five.

Those five people formed a circle by themselves and didn't think highly of her. Even when they heard what the teacher said just now, they deliberately stayed away from her.

At this moment, after the teacher finished speaking, the five of them walked to the leg press bar in the dance room, put their legs on the bar, and started to press their legs with the movement of their hands.

Some are graceful and relaxed, others a little less so.

The tallest one among the five was the girl sitting in the middle just now. She was extremely tall and had a prominent temperament, like a proud white swan.

Yan Yu seemed to have seen her in a TV series, a female number n who didn't have many roles, but she acted pretty well, so she had a little impression.

What does it seem to be called Liu Zitong?

Sensing Yan An's gaze, Liu Zitong snorted coldly in his heart and rolled his eyes.

She originally planned to press casually on the leg press bar, but when she noticed Yan An's gaze, she felt embarrassed for Yan An.

Liu Zitong clapped his hands, walked a few steps, then straightened his fork, pressed down, and in the amazed eyes of everyone, came a split.

The six people in the dance studio are not professional dancers. And today is the first day of practice. Although they have dance skills, they haven't practiced for a while and are rusty.

It is possible to get off a straight horse, but there is no one as easy and beautiful as Liu Zitong.

Even the dance teacher nodded.

The flexibility of these five people is still okay, and they will get better with practice. It is enough to make a movie.

In terms of Eucalyptus—

The dance teacher looked at Yan An.

She still stood where she was, sizing up Liu Zitong's posture, but there was no movement.

After Liu Zitong finished dismounting, he held it for a while, clapped his hands, and got up.

She looked at Yan An and smiled arrogantly: "Can you do it?"

The four people behind him also laughed, giggling.

"Sister Yan'an, we've already pressed our legs, have you not pressed them yet?"

"Sister Yan, show your dance teacher to press your legs. It's okay, if you don't know how to do it, just practice. I can help you do it when the time comes."

"Don't be like this, I always think that Sister Yan'an should be very powerful, maybe she can be like Zitong, and come here casually."

"Hahaha yes, Sister Yan, how about a one-word horse?"

Yan Yu met everyone's gaze, thought for a while, and thought that what Liu Zitong did just now should be what they said.

The word horse, is it difficult?

She nodded: "OK."

There was a moment of silence in the dance room, and then the laughter grew louder.

"I'll just say it! Sister Yan Yu can definitely do it! Hurry up and let us see!"

"Quick, if it wasn't for the mobile phone in the changing room, I would definitely take a picture of it."

"Sister Yan, hurry up!"

Yan An took a look at them, then pressed down casually, and with a brush, his whole body was stuck to the floor of the dance studio.

A standard one-word horse, the speed is so fast that no one can react.

A woman couldn't take back her laughter in time: "Ha, ha, ha." It became awkward and abrupt.

She quickly covered her mouth and looked at Yan An in disbelief.

Yan Yu's one-character horse is completely a model in textbooks. His legs are straight, sticking to the floor of the dance studio, like a snail sticking to a glass wall, without any gaps.

Her waist and back are also very straight, like a grass standing upright in the sun.

There was a moment of silence in the dance room.

It was the dance teacher who came back to his senses first, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, Yan Yu, you get up first."

"Oh, okay." Yan An's voice rose, and he stood up easily.

She thought leg pressing was difficult at first, but now she finds it quite easy.

Not only can she do a straight horse, she can also turn her legs 360 degrees on the ground, but this is a bit scary, if it is done, it will scare people and reveal her identity.

Liu Zitong gritted her teeth, and said in a very aggressive tone, "Didn't you say you haven't practiced dancing?"

Yan Yu had an innocent face: "I haven't practiced before..."

"and you-"

"Okay." The dance teacher interrupted Liu Zitong, glanced at everyone, and finally fell on Yan Yu, with a little exclamation, "Let's continue."

After that, he lowered his waist, kicked his legs, practiced the upper part, and practiced the lower part. Yan Yu did his best with ease.

There is a gap between acquired hard work and innate talent.

Yan Yu's flexibility is simply a genius.

After all, professional dancers cannot make every movement a model.

So why did a born dancer choose to become an actor? What a pity, thought the dance teacher.

After the dance class in the morning, the faces of the five people headed by Liu Zitong were gloomy and terrifying.

Yan Yu said that he can't dance, but all the movements in class just now, Yan Yu is the most standard.

The standard is so low that Liu Zitong and the others don't believe that words are based on zero.

If you danced before, you just honestly say that you can dance, can they still rush to say that the role of the heroine is not good?

While saying that he didn't jump, while dancing is the movement of a professional dancer, isn't this trying to set up some genius personality for himself? !

Liar!

Liu Zitong cursed in his heart, walked past Yan Yu together with the other four people, and didn't intend to reason with Yan Yu.

Behind Yan Yu is Qi Yan's studio, and they really can't afford to provoke them.

If you can't provoke it, then ignore it.

Therefore, Yan Yu was isolated like this.

Not just the five people in the dance class, but also the trainee Aidou who was training in the company when eating in the cafeteria, and the students in the performance class in the afternoon.

The artists that Kang Heng signed were all outstanding among their peers. Excellent people are always proud and confident, and they look down on people like Yan Euan the most.

I have no ability, have never acted in a play, and have no works, so the heroine who is parachuted into the director is completely dependent on a man.

I really don't know, how could such an admirable senior as Qi Yan sign the contract?

These isolated behaviors caused by jealousy, unfairness, and unwillingness were quickly learned by Qi Yan.

He had just returned to the company from the event site, casually threw the clothes on the sofa, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and listened to the female secretary's narration.

Finally, the secretary ended with a sentence: "The situation is probably like this, Mr. Qi, do we need to knock on the artistes of the company?"

Qi Yan walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his rationality was almost ruthless: "No need, it's useless."

This kind of thing exists in the human heart. The appearance can be changed, but the heart will not change, it will be counterproductive, because of the 'beating', he will be more angry at the words.

There is no solution to this matter, or Yan Yu will resign from the role of the heroine, and rely on his own efforts to climb up step by step, from the role to the supporting role, and then to the second female lead, the female lead.

Or, she has to endure these, and then use the results to speak to change the views of others.

As for Yan Yu, how should he choose between these two paths?

In fact, when she chose to sign a contract with him, she had already automatically chosen the second option.

If she was going the first way, she shouldn't have signed with him.

Qi Yan lowered his eyebrows slightly: "How is she?"

The female secretary said respectfully: "It seems to be nothing special. I'm in class now."

He paused for a moment, thought for a while, and walked out: "I'll go and have a look."

Unlike the dance studio, which is completely enclosed when the door is closed, the windows of the performance classroom are transparent glass, so you can see the inside from the outside.

So the artists in it seem to be very serious, but whether they listened or not is another matter.

Qi Yan parked low-key by the back door window, looking through the bright glass and falling on Yan Euan inside.

Yan An was sitting in the second row, with her at the center, and the surrounding area was empty, with no one sitting.

The classroom is clearly divided into two worlds, the world of speech and the world of other people.

Even though Qi Yan knew it well, he still frowned when he saw it, his pupils were dark.

But the client said that she didn't feel anything, she just felt sleepy.

The acting class is in the afternoon, and there are four classes in one class. Two consecutive quarters, with only a ten-minute rest during the period.

What's more, what the teacher is talking about now is all theoretical knowledge, Yan Yu tries hard to listen to it, but those words always come in from the left ear uncontrollably, and then slip away from the right ear, she can't even catch them.

In addition, it is now August, and it is in the heat of summer. Under the comfortable air conditioner in the classroom, it is the best time of the year to sleep.

When she was in the enchantment, she must have been lying on the lake, and fell asleep comfortably.

But now, no! !

Yan Yu, who had almost closed his eyes, quickly came back to his senses, shook his head vigorously, shook off his drowsiness, opened his eyes wide, and listened attentively.

But she persisted for a while, and then closed her eyes little by little.

Compared with dancing, it is really difficult to take classes seriously. She is really working hard to stay awake, but the hard work seems to be useless.

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Qi Yan: ...

Being able to doze off from sleepiness, it seems that these things should still be within her tolerance.

He let go of his heart, turned and left, taking out his mobile phone as he walked.

y: After the class is over, don't rush to leave, wait for me for five minutes, and I will come to you.

The phone in his pocket vibrated because of the news.

Yan An, who was so sleepy again and nodded straight, was shocked to wake up a little bit, patted his face, took out his phone, and took a peek.

As a result, the content of the message directly scared her sleepiness out of sight.

He came to her?

What are you looking for her for? !

At the end of the class, it happened to be dinner time. Could it be that he was going to take her to dinner, and then drop her home on the way, enter her house, and spy on her family? !

No no no no! Absolutely not!

Although she explained to the child last night, she still needs to be careful.

For example, in this case, it must be firmly rejected.

She wanted to do everything possible to reduce contact with Qi Yan, let alone give him the chance to invite him to dinner and send him home.

Yan Yu gritted his teeth, thought for a while, and simply didn't reply, just pretended he couldn't see, and put the phone back.

Because of this encounter, she was really sober, focused, and listened to the class a lot more seriously.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, the four acting classes ended.

The teacher just said that get out of class was over, and before he could say "see you tomorrow", Yan Yu quickly packed his bags, was the first to run out of the classroom door, and slipped away.

In case it was too late, Qi Yan came down to look for her!

In five minutes, Yan Yu ran out of the Kangheng gate and entered the subway station at an extraordinary speed.

The second she got on the subway, Qi Yan called.

Among the bustling subway crowd, his voice could not be heard clearly on the other end of the phone: "Yan Yu, where are you?"

Yan Yu listened and guessed, took out the earphones, plugged in the phone, and replied: "Ah, I've already gone back, what's wrong?"

The other end was quiet for a while, and his cold voice came from the earphone: "Didn't you see my message?"

Yan Yu raised his head and looked at the subway ceiling at forty-five degrees, with an innocent and blank tone: "Ah, did you send it to me? I didn't see it—I'll check it out, oh, I was listening to a class, but I didn't see it, you can find me Is there a problem?"

Qi Yan didn't know whether to believe it or not: "Where are you now?"

Yan Yu's heart skipped a beat: "I'm already on the subway, what's wrong?"

"Get off at the nearest stop, and I'll come pick you up," he said.

Yan Eucalyptus: "What's the matter?"

The other party said concisely: "Meet and talk."

"Just talk on the phone." Yan An thought for a while, and his tone turned decadent and sad, "I can't keep up with the dance and acting classes today. I want to go home early, practice by myself, and think about it. I have something to do Teacher Qi, you can just say it directly, or you can send me a message, and I will reply you when I see it."

Qi Yan: "..."

Yan Yu didn't give him a chance to answer, he paused for a second, and quickly answered: "Ah, ah, I can't hear you anymore, Mr. Qi, did you speak? Hey, what's going on, is the subway signal bad? I Hang up, Teacher Qi, please send me a message! Ah, I really can’t hear you—"

As soon as the voice fell, the phone was cut off directly, which was called a clean one.

Qi Yan: "..."

It seems that there should be no need for consolation.