Yuran nodded, "Yes, let’s go with this one!"
To be honest, this MV was extremely melodramatic—it was the story of two young girls who grew up together, but turned against each other over a man. When they met years later, both felt it wasn’t worth it.
Extremely melodramatic and incredibly silly, who knew who penned this script; it was simply nauseating.
The scene Yuran wanted to perform was the confrontation—the two girls were childhood friends who shared everything, but fell out over an outsider. She needed to express the internal struggle, reluctance, and pain; as well as show disdain on the surface. This was no simple feat, especially without any environmental embellishments.
That’s why Bai Shaoyu couldn’t help but ask her again if she was sure she wanted to perform this particular scene.
Unexpectedly, she confidently affirmed that she would perform it.
Bai Shaoyu stared at her for a while, his lips curling slightly, "Alright, let’s begin!"
Yuran stood in front of everyone, first placing the script on the ground, then closing her eyes for two minutes to brew her emotions.
Students from the Arabic Language Department whispered among themselves, "Is she going off script?"
"She seems to be called Yuran, I heard she’s the second-highest scorer from the capital’s high school exams, quite famous!"
"She’s also pretty good-looking; let’s see how well she performs!"
"Her name sounds like that of the deceased Empress, only the surname is different."
"Hey, now that you mention it, I remember, it’s such a pity; I was so looking forward to her ’Empress of a Generation’..."
Voices buzzing around her, Yuran could no longer hear; when she next opened her eyes, her whole demeanor had changed drastically.
Her usual radiant, smiling face was shrouded in sorrow, a sorrow carrying a faint whiff of decay, as if she had been hurt to her core.
Her eyes, reddened and misty, gazed at the empty air in front, tears on the brink of falling, her hands trembling. Opening her mouth, her voice quivered, "To you, am I less than a man?"
"Heh..." This forcefully strained smile made the surrounding people unintentionally upset, as if it were happening right in front of them, "You say we should part ways, then let’s part ways. From now on, we shall be strangers..."
The lines in this segment were actually very few, mainly focusing on bodily expressions and the delivery of extreme dialogue. Despite the overtly melodramatic lines, Yuran’s performance rendered them more palatable.
Midway, she altered the lines twice, yet it did not detract from the overall effect; on the contrary, it enhanced it, her skill in delivering lines was surprisingly impressive.
In five minutes, Yuran had completed her performance. A young man brought by Bai Shaoyu whispered a few words into his ear. Bai Shaoyu, watching Yuran who had walked back to sit among the crowd and play with her phone, had a deep look in his eyes.
During the subsequent performances, Bai Shaoyu hardly watched with concentration, and after six or seven acts, he dismissed everyone but Yuran.
Seeing everyone leaving, Yuran’s expression of congratulatory joy was utterly confused; no, what exactly was going on here?
In the vast space that remained, only Bai Shaoyu and Yuran were left, along with a few people Bai Shaoyu had brought. Then Bai Shaoyu spoke, "Miss Yuran, I invite you to officially be an amateur participant in my sister’s music video. Would that be possible? The compensation is negotiable!"
Yuran thought for a moment, then asked, "Can you show me the specific arrangements first? Then I’ll get back to you!"
Bai Shaoyu nodded, "Sure, how about three days?"
"Three days? Sure, no problem. I’ll contact you in three days..."
"Bai, here!" A young man handed over everything Yuran had asked for into his hands, and Bai Shaoyu directly passed them to Yuran, "Here’s everything!"
"Okay, then I’m leaving for now!"