Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 769: Stage Play Rehearsal Schedule

"Hahaha—"

Yang Heng clearly understood the implication behind Xiao He's words, and he burst into uncontrollable laughter on the spot.

But then again, such words were only something the two of them had the right to say. If anyone else had overheard them, they'd probably be rolling their eyes by now.

"By the way, how much longer can you stay in Beijing these days?"

As the atmosphere gradually grew more relaxed, Yang Heng shifted the topic and asked about Xiao He's upcoming schedule.

Xiao He replied, "I'll officially report to the set in Hong Kong in July. Do you need me to come over for training before that? After I wrap up the episode filming here, I can come to your place for the rest of June and report in."

He certainly hadn't forgotten about the competition invitation Yang Heng had mentioned to him earlier.

It was just that due to the suspension of "Imperial Enterprise" and the extra work Elder Qian had pulled for him, Xiao He's schedule had become even tighter.

"Oh, that's exactly what I was going to bring up."

Seeing that Xiao He hadn't forgotten and had even brought it up proactively, Yang Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"The timing should work out fine, no problem. You can come to our training room anytime in the next few days to start training."

Actually, one good thing was that although Xiao He's role was fairly important, most of his performances were independent. That meant he didn't need too many other actors to coordinate with him, and his appearances weren't that frequent—he only showed up in a few scene transitions. So it was very convenient for Xiao He to train and rehearse on his own.

The only person who needed to coordinate with Xiao He was Yang Heng, who played the protagonist.

He was naturally willing to accommodate Xiao He's work schedule.

This was also a major reason Xiao He had agreed to the invitation.

Otherwise, if the timing couldn't be adjusted and the training took too long, Xiao He wouldn't want to hold up Yang Heng's entire team just waiting for him to train.

"Alright, got it. We'll start tomorrow then."

Xiao He said.

Just as Xiao He and Yang Heng were talking, Liu Rulan and Xiao Chen had tracked them down and found them.

Seeing Yang Heng there, Liu Rulan gave him a slight nod in greeting. "Teacher Yang Heng."

"Manager Liu."

Yang Heng nodded. Just then, his recording session was about to start, and others from the theater began urging him. So Yang Heng gestured a phone-signaling motion to Xiao He, then turned and followed his team toward the front.

Once he was far enough away, Liu Rulan asked, "Was he asking about the stage play rehearsal?"

"Yeah, that's right." Xiao He nodded. "After all, I already promised them, and it's representing the country in an international competition, so naturally, I have to give it my all and do my best."

"Actually, it works out well. Originally, after finishing 'Imperial Enterprise,' I was planning to take a break. Now I can just spend this time going to the National Theater with Yang Heng to learn and train."

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Xiao Chen, standing nearby, nearly tripped over his own feet at Xiao He's words. Even Liu Rulan, who usually walked in her high heels as if they were flaming wheels on fire, wobbled slightly on her stilettos.

"You call this training and studying a break?"

Liu Rulan looked at Xiao He with a strange expression, her fingers beginning to tap lightly on her phone screen, as if for a moment she seriously considered calling a car to drag Xiao He off to a psychiatrist.

"Yeah!"

Xiao He said with utter confidence. "This kind of life is way more carefree than being on the production set!"

He could sleep in and stay up late, spend a morning or afternoon clocking in at the National Theater for training and learning, then slack off or code at night. This life felt no different from being in college!

Only after working a real job did you realize just how great this college lifestyle really was.

The only pity was that all his basketball buddies were in Shanghai. Otherwise, he'd definitely round up a few people to go play ball.

Liu Rulan was completely speechless.

Xiao Chen looked at Xiao He with pure admiration, stammering out a compliment, "S-so, is this what they call the legendary high-energy population?"

Brother Xiao's sheer vitality was enough to make even a hardcore boss tremble in their boots, let alone ordinary people like them.

Please, Brother Xiao, spare the common folk!

Fortunately, Xiao He wasn't actually crazy enough to drag the entire team along to class with him. Instead, he told Liu Rulan to take the rest of the team back and rest up during this period.

The next day, Xiao He packed his bag, put on his hat and mask, and headed to the National Theater to rehearse with Yang Heng.

-

Over the following days, Xiao He basically took up residence in the old dormitory area of the National Theater.

After all, this was a century-old compound. It was packed with specialized training zones, all open year-round for the many teachers and students who needed them.

And there were even more teachers here. The people coming and going on campus were basically all senior performance instructors, First-Class Actors, and dedicated teaching faculty. Even the students studying alongside them were elite performers who had participated in many international awards and had strong foundations.

While Xiao He and Yang Heng were diligently polishing their stage play performance, Xiao He used his connections with Yang Heng and Dean Qu to shamelessly sit in on lectures in several surrounding areas, steadily refining his acting foundation.

And since he had given a "public class" on the "Twelve Mirrors" stage play here before, many of the teachers still had some impression of Xiao He. So they were very welcoming of his habit of crashing their classes and never tried to stop him.

On the other hand, Dean Qu, who had heard about Xiao He's drive, would often sigh and groan in his office. It was unclear whether he regretted that Xiao He was also sinking in the cesspool of the entertainment industry, or lamented that he had met Xiao He a decade too late, unable to build Xiao He's foundation in advance and lead him into the National Theater...

All you could say was, what was missed was ultimately missed.

So Dean Qu could only frequently visit the training room to check on Xiao He and Yang Heng's progress.

-

In the center of the training room, two people were silently facing off.

The young man standing at the top of a temporary platform had an extremely perfect, handsome face. But perhaps because it was too perfect, it inexplicably gave off a sense of a mask-like facade, sending an eerie, spine-chilling feeling through people's hearts—as if what stood before them wasn't a person, but some inhuman existence assembled from eeriness and evil.

Yet he was still smiling like a human, his lips slowly curling into a faint, delicate, yet deeply arrogant smile. But beneath it, his eyes gradually surged with cold indifference and sinister malice.

And so, on this deathly silent, empty "stage," there was no maniacal laughter, no roaring—only a "divine being" who toyed with all living things, watching with an air of indifference the farce before him, whose ending had long been predetermined.

The hero before Him drew his sword, his eyes filled with determination and resolve, as if he would fight this "god" before him to the death.

Yet his movements were, in the eyes of the divine, utterly laughable, an overestimation of his own abilities.

The divine being merely lowered his head, quietly watching him. His handsome face was half in light and half in shadow, his gaze indifferent yet compassionate, with a bone-deep sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand lightly, his fingers brushing through the air as if by reflex, yet no earth-shattering spell was cast.

The hero remained on guard for a moment, but nothing happened around him. Confusion and wariness flickered in his eyes.

But little did he know, the divine being had already quietly planted a seed called "arrogance."

A great calamity was about to descend upon the mortal world—

The struggles of humanity were merely a game.

The divine need not lift a finger; humanity would descend into ruin on its own.