Chapter 352

However, this still requires a basic understanding of cosplay, and Wu Liang and the others need to know the process of the competition and the scoring criteria.

This necessitates that Qijiu provide basic guidance to the people in front of them.

Moreover, finding virtual characters that perfectly match the personalities of Wu Liang and the other two is not an easy task.

There are many characters like the "ice queen," but that doesn't mean any character is suitable for Yao Shi. Finding a perfect match is very difficult.

Ye Luotong alone could not find the most suitable virtual character to play Yao Shi in a short period of time.

Therefore, she needs Qijiu's help. As a seasoned veteran in the comics industry, Qijiu naturally knows more than her.

If the other party gets serious, they should be able to find suitable virtual characters for Wu Liang, Yao Shi, and Milutin very quickly.

After finding a suitable role, it is also necessary to have a basic understanding of the role's lines.

Otherwise, even if someone's personality and temperament match the character, it's all for nothing if they don't even know the character's classic lines.

She needed Wu Liang and the others to memorize their lines perfectly within four days.

This time, she doesn't plan to participate in the competition using conventional cosplay photography.

Yes, that's right, Wu Liang and his team are both very good-looking and talented.

If given three years, they will definitely become world-renowned cosplayers, or even surpass them.

But right now they are just a group of newbies who know nothing, and they are no match for those professional players.

She had finally made up her mind to attend this comic convention, and she couldn't afford to lose too badly.

So she's going to gamble; she's going to use a different approach to win the championship and realize her dream.

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"What?! Compete in the form of a stage play?! Tongtong, are you crazy???"

Sitting on the sofa, Qijiu frowned and looked at Ye Luotong with displeasure.

What on earth is Tongtong thinking? She actually plans to compete by performing a play?

This is a cosplay competition, not some opera, drama, or Western performance contest!!

Although the exhibition did not specify how to participate, this idea is simply too crazy.

"You know I never joke with you, and besides, this is our only chance to win."

"We can't possibly be a match for those people using ordinary photography methods; you should be well aware of that."

Ye Luotong, who was pacing back and forth on the floor, spoke with a serious expression.

This was the only way she could fight against that group; she couldn't think of any other way.

Although it is a huge risk, it is highly feasible.

"Tongtong, it is indeed easy to get high scores, even full marks, by participating in the competition through a theatrical performance."

"But you have to understand that all of that is based on an excellent script, vivid and lifelike acting, and the ability to move people's hearts."

"If there are mistakes in the performance and the acting is awkward and stiff, it will only make the audience and judges feel bored."

Qijiu pinched her brow and said with a slight headache.

She thought Tongtong had rushed over because she was worried about her injuries.

So it turns out all that was just because they didn't have enough time and wanted her to start instructing Wu Liang and the others as soon as possible...

"I know this principle, that's why I need your help."

"You and I need to find roles for them, roles that can perfectly bring out the characteristics of Wu Liang, Yao Shi, and Milutin."

Ye Luotong suddenly stopped and turned to look at Wu Liang and the other two sitting behind her.

She was well aware that performing in the form of a play was very risky.

If any mishap occurs during the performance, it's practically a death sentence for the competition.

But if we think about it the other way around, if they could perfectly portray the characteristics of each character, they would get an exceptionally high score.

"Tongtong... I think we really could change to someone else..."

Qijiu lay on her side on the sofa and smiled bitterly, her delicate, fair legs crossed, kicking her little feet with a look of helplessness in her eyes.

Slowly raising her head to look at what was in front of her, just as she was trying to find a reason to persuade the other party, the determination in Ye Luotong's eyes startled her.

She had never seen Ye Luotong so persistent, let alone Tongtong so dedicated to cosplay.

The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, unable to be uttered.

Tongtong didn't just want to participate in this grand event as a contestant; she genuinely wanted to win the championship.

"Are you serious?"

After a moment of silence, Qijiu slowly raised her head, a hint of excitement flashing in her dark eyes.

Qijiu originally thought that Tongtong's participation in the exhibition was merely a reluctant compromise, and that she was just going through the motions.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that the stubborn Tongtong who was unwilling to admit Tongtong easily has returned.

"Let's start finding suitable roles for the three of them now, and we'll begin rehearsals tomorrow."

Ye Luotong brushed the strands of hair that were hanging in front of her forehead behind her ear and smiled calmly.

She already had a script in mind, but it needed Qijiu's approval.

"Sigh... I'm still injured... I feel like I can't be of much help with rehearsals..."

Qijiu raised her long, white leg and pointed to her injured ankle.

Performing a play naturally involves a significant amount of activity.

But judging from her physical condition, she doesn't seem like someone who can perform.

Unless she's cast as a cripple or a hemiplegic patient in a wheelchair.

"Qijiu, I never considered you as an actor from the very beginning."

Ye Luotong suddenly walked up to Qijiu and slapped her on her plump and smooth thigh.

"Ouch! Couldn't you be a little gentler?!"

After being slapped, Qijiu quickly withdrew her long legs.

Oops... This girl's hands are so heavy-handed...

Wait, what did she just say? She didn't include herself among the actors?

"Your foot injury means you can't be an actor, but you can be a narrator."

Ye Luotong bent down and looked down at Qijiu, her pupils reflecting Qijiu's beautiful face.

She needed a narrator, Qijiu was undoubtedly the best choice.

"The narration is alright."

Qijiu twitched her lips and complained in a sarcastic tone.

"Stop joking around and start giving them roles."

Ye Luotong suddenly reached out and pinched Qijiu's cheek, smiling sweetly.

In fact, she has a story deep in her heart, and now she finally has the opportunity to bring it to life.

Chapter 79: Pillow Fight

It's probably because Ye Luotong and Qijiu have become completely immersed in it.

So much so that they completely forgot about the passage of time, spending an entire afternoon studying in the room.

During that time, they were not even seen coming out of their rooms to use the toilet or drink water.

Occasionally, the sounds of conversation could be heard coming from inside the room, along with the occasional bickering between the two.

But there were mostly cheers and laughter, making them sound more like young and energetic girls than adults.

Wu Liang and the other two were tragically forgotten by Ye Luotong and Qijiu.

You say they should just leave like this, but that's not right either. But if they don't leave, that's also not right.

So they could only sit alone in the living room, staring at each other, waiting for Qijiu and Ye Luotong to come out of their room.

After all, Qijiu and Ye Luotong were seriously selecting suitable roles for the three of them, so leaving casually would be somewhat impolite.

Moreover, Ye Luotong had previously stated that it would be extremely difficult to win this competition.

Qijiu will give them more guidance later, so they can't leave casually.

"Young Master, I'm so bored. I really want to go back to class..."

Milutin, whose phone was almost out of battery, lay on her back on the sofa and let out a series of groans.

She tossed her phone aside, bored out of her mind, and rolled over, her uniform wrinkling slightly as she moved.

The soft, supple curves of the fabric stretched the shirt so much that it looked as if it might burst open at any moment.

Qijiu puffed out her cheeks and looked at Wu Liang, who was sitting to the side reading a newspaper, with a resentful expression.

The young master isn't some old man in his sixties, so how come he looks so serious about reading the newspaper?

"Just bear with it a little longer, I think they'll be here soon."

Wu Liang closed the newspaper in his hand, but glanced at the time with some concern.

It's almost five o'clock now, and Qijiu and Ye Luotong have been fiddling around in the bedroom for almost four hours.

What on earth are they doing? Why haven't they come out for so long? Are they just leaving the three of them here to stare at each other?

"Young Master, wouldn't this count Teacher Ye being absent from work without leave? Won't that result in a deduction from her salary?"

"Ugh!! I'm so bored, young master, would you like to play a game of slapping hands with me?"

Milutin lay on the sofa and stretched out her small, fair hand, placing it next to Wu Liang.

Isn't there any fun game she can play to pass the time? It's so boring just waiting here.

"Milutin, don't disturb the young master's thinking."

Yao Shi, who was resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them, her cold gaze sweeping over Milutin's crooked uniform.

His gaze slid down Milutin's delicate body, finally settling on Milutin's thighs, where the edges had been rubbed raw.

"Hmph, no matter how many times I tell you, you're still the same."

Yao Shi snorted coldly, then grabbed the blanket beside her and threw it at Milutin.

Milutin was always like that; even when she kept reminding him, Milutin didn't care at all.

"What? I did that on purpose for the young master to see. What's wrong with letting the young master have some eye candy?"

Milutin rolled her eyes at Yao Shi, then kicked the blanket off her lap and sent her flying to the side.

Then, like a reclining snake, she slowly crawled to Wu Liang's side, raised her small face with a smile, and rested her chin on his thigh.

From another person's perspective, this posture appears so...

"Young Master, shall we play something fun...?"

Whoosh!!

Milutin didn't even have time to finish his sentence.

A whooshing sound whistled through the air and hurtled towards her head.

"Damn it, what are you doing?!"

He straightened up abruptly to avoid the flying pillow.

Milutin glared at Yao Shi, who was making a throwing motion.

"Sorry, my hand just slipped."

Yao Shi paid no attention to Milutin's shouts.