"As an actor, you must be able to act naturally in front of the camera. This skill sounds simple, but in reality…"
A clear voice, like that of a skylark, came from ahead. Zhao Yu woke up slowly from the table.
His body ached as if he had been beaten up.
He found himself in a classroom, filled with youthful boys and girls.
A female teacher in her twenties stood on the podium. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, dressed in a cheongsam and gestured with her hands as she taught.
This time he was a student again!
Zhao Yu looked around. He was in the last row, in a corner with an empty desk beside him. In the neighboring aisle, a boy and girl were whispering to each other with their heads together.
The last row and without a desk mate - this identity must not be simple again!
Zhao Yu immersed his consciousness into his mind and began to flip through his memories.
