sovbooks Chapter 27 Are you sure you only studied for 1 hour?
Chapter 27 Are you sure you only studied for 1 hour?
"Who wants to go first?" Li Hao sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, picked up his water glass, and adopted the posture of an examiner.
Lin Hao glanced at Huang Shengyi, who promptly took a step back and gestured with her eyes, "You go first."
This tacit understanding of "please die first" has allowed the two to work together seamlessly even though they've only been partners for less than a day.
"Then I'll go first." Lin Hao didn't refuse and walked to the open space in front of the classroom to stand.
He took a deep breath.
Although the system's support was slight, after more than two hours of high-intensity practice, the effect had accumulated to a perceptible level.
His understanding of the melody, breath control, and body movements of the lyrics was much clearer than before.
Open up.
"Dong Yong sold himself into servitude to bury his father."
The moment the first sentence was uttered, Li Hao's hand holding the water glass froze.
It neither put down nor drank; it just hung there in mid-air, motionless.
Lin Hao's voice is not particularly outstanding; compared to professional Huangmei Opera actors, the difference is obvious.
But his pronunciation, breath control, and intonation have a unique charm that's hard to describe.
The point of force for each word was perfectly placed.
It's not the stiff, awkward "imitating lip movements but not getting it right" that beginners often experience; it's more like someone who has a basic understanding and is now delving deeper into the subject.
The second line, the third line, the fourth line... he sang more and more fluently, and his breath control became more and more stable.
Occasionally, the intonation of a few words wasn't quite smooth enough, but the overall sense of direction and proportion far exceeded what one would expect from "studying for an hour."
Li Hao frowned slightly.
This is not how one should behave after studying for an hour.
For someone who has never been exposed to Huangmei Opera, being able to remember the lyrics and basic melody in an hour is already quite an achievement.
If you can sing it, you'll most likely be off-key.
Being able to sing in tune is called talent.
To be able to sing in tune while also maintaining basic accuracy in details like breath control, pronunciation, and power delivery is truly terrifying.
He had taught for most of his life and had never seen a student progress so ridiculously fast.
Lin Hao continued singing.
As the singing progressed, the body movements followed suit.
He raised his right hand and made a standard gesture for the "finger" in traditional Chinese opera, with his index and middle fingers straight and the other three fingers naturally bent. His wrist was slightly turned, creating an elegant arc.
Li Hao finally put down his water glass.
Because he discovered an even more shocking detail.
Lin Hao's "finger" gesture—the angle of his wrist, the curve of his fingers, the way he applied force…
It was almost exactly the same as his own habitual movements.
It's important to know that the standard fingering in textbooks follows a fixed set of rules.
However, each opera actor develops their own personal style and habits through years of performance.
For example, when Li Hao flips his wrist, he habitually raises his little finger slightly. This is a habit he developed when he was young, and it's not exactly wrong, but it's definitely a personal characteristic.
He himself may not even be aware of this detail.
And Lin Hao's movement just now, the position of his little finger...
The same.
This kid is imitating him.
To be precise, it was imitating every detail of his demonstration, including personal habits that he himself was unaware of.
One hour.
After watching just one hour of demonstration, I was able to replicate all of the teacher's personal habits and movements.
This ability to imitate is terrifying.
Li Hao has been a teacher for decades. He has seen students who are quick to learn, students who are willing to work hard, and students who are both.
But someone like Lin Hao, whose comprehension is so high that he can memorize other people's habitual movements into muscle memory after just one look, is truly someone he has never seen before in his life.
Huang Shengyi, standing to the side, was also dumbfounded.
She had just practiced with Lin Hao for more than two hours. At that time, Lin Hao was a little stronger than her, but only by a tiny bit.
We're all newbies, each one a bit better than the other.
But the person standing in front of her now seems like a completely different person, from his singing style to his posture.
It wasn't like this just now!
What exactly happened in those two hours?
Soon, the chapter came to an end.
Lin Hao stopped his stance and stood still, his breathing steady.
The classroom was silent for a few seconds.
Li Hao stared at him for a while before asking a question.
"You really haven't learned this before?"
"no."
"Never had any experience with it?"
"No, Teacher Li, if I had studied it, I wouldn't be here to ask you for help."
Li Hao remained silent for a while, then unconsciously tapped his fingers on the cup lid a few times.
"Your talent..." He finally shook his head with a sigh, his voice filled with heartfelt admiration, "It's terrifying."
Then he suddenly became serious and his tone became earnest.
"Xiao Lin, I have a question for you. Answer me seriously: do you have any plans to pursue a career in traditional opera?"
Lin Hao was stunned for a moment.
"In all my years of teaching, I can count the number of students with your level of understanding on one hand. If you're willing to pursue this path, I'm confident I can train you to become a star."
The leading actor.
In the world of traditional Chinese opera, these two words carry immense weight.
Not just anyone can be called a "star".
That's the highest recognition an actor can receive in the entire industry, meaning you've reached the top of the pyramid.
The fact that Li Hao could say such a thing shows that his evaluation of Lin Hao has become ridiculously high.
When Huang Shengyi heard this, she was completely stunned.
She had been at the Beijing Film Academy for almost four years and had attended Li Hao's classes dozens of times, but she had never seen Li Hao say such a thing to any of his students.
Even for those formally trained opera students who have practiced their skills since childhood and for over a decade, Li Hao's evaluation was at most "not bad," "promising," and "keep up the good work."
This is the first time I've heard the words "prodigy" from Li Hao's mouth.
The person being addressed was a high school student who had only studied for three hours.
Lin Hao thought for a moment and answered very seriously.
"Teacher Li, I'm only seventeen this year. I need to take the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy first. As for my major... let's talk about that first."
That sounds quite modest.
But after hearing this, Huang Shengyi felt a mix of emotions.
What does "get into university first" mean?
In other words, I haven't even started formally learning yet, and you're already scrambling to get me.
I'll decide which path to take after I've finished learning.
Okay, some people's troubles are indeed on a different wavelength from those of ordinary people.
They can learn whatever they want; their only problem is choosing which one to learn.
She is someone who "wants to learn everything, but masters nothing."
The gap between people can sometimes be really hurtful.
"Alright." Li Hao dropped his "recruiting" expression and reverted to his strict teacher demeanor, turning to look at Huang Shengyi.
"Saint Yi, it's your turn."
Huang Shengyi's smile froze instantly.