An Nuo had been a little distracted recently. Even the teachers in the acting class had sensed her thoughts.
"An Nuo," the teacher called out to her, her tone a little helpless.
When An Nuo, who was in a daze, heard someone call her name, she hurriedly came back to her senses. Then, she turned around and met the teacher's gaze.
She subconsciously straightened her body and stood in front of the mirror. "Sorry, where were we?"
"I'm not talking about anything," the teacher corrected.
"I'm the one who wanted to ask you what plans you have for the next scene?"
Just ten minutes ago, An Nuo's performance class had ended. Then, it was time to rest.
Looking at An Nuo, who had already achieved something, the teacher completely treated her as a student she had nurtured, not to mention that An Nuo indeed had a certain level of talent.
