The room's decoration was simple and unadorned, without anything else.
No props performance.
Five words sprang to Mu Ziwei's mind immediately, a scene all too familiar to an actor, as common as a daily meal.
As the thought flashed by, she looked up towards the judging panel straight ahead and the first person she saw was Director Li.
The fifty-something-year-old man had strands of gray in his hair due to work, but his eyes were incredibly sharp. At the moment, Li Li was holding a pen in his right hand, his nose adorned with a pair of black-framed glasses, his gaze shifting from the script on the table toward the other party.
As Mu Ziwei met those eyes, she felt the pressure mount.
Indeed a renowned director!
Just one look, an invisible oppression surged forth, giving her a feeling entirely different from other directors.
The event unfolded in a flash, and Mu Ziwei instinctively started speaking.
"Hello, Director Li, and all the teachers..."
