The Gentle Beauty of the Disabled Boss

Chapter 52 My idol

After a fun performance, Qiao Yun was in a good mood. He picked up the juice he had put aside and sipped it, looking gently at the chattering juniors. They talked about their own opinions, but without exception, they all praised Qiao Yun.

After finally stopping, the instructor asked them to perform the previous clip again.

Qiao Yun watched from the side, his brows gradually furrowed.

Some people are imitating him. In acting, imitation is a required course, but the imitation that only imitates the form but not the spirit is the lowest kind of imitation.

Qiao Yun saw several actors who only imitated the form but not the spirit. They were simply imitating Qiao Yun's acting style without really understanding the soul of the character. As an actor, this was undoubtedly a failure.

Qiao Yun was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of his instructor standing beside him and shut his mouth.

How could this veteran actor not have noticed something he had already discovered? He must have his own thoughts about not saying anything, so Qiao Yun didn't point them out.

He said goodbye to his mentor who was holding a thermos cup, and walked out.

The juice in his hand was almost gone, Qiao Yun took a deep suck, making a gurgling sound. He then flattened the paper juice bottle and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Qiao Yun walked around the company for a long time, and his feet were numb from walking after visiting the entire huge company.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was already time for lunch.

Qiao Yun smacked his lips and walked towards Brother Qi's office. Brother Qi should be having dinner at this time, so he could just go and have a meal.

"Brother Qi, I'm coming in." Qiao Yun said casually, knocked on the door meaningfully, and walked in.

He sat directly on the sofa. Brother Qi was still sitting at his desk looking at the computer. There was no lunch he wanted in the office.

Qiao Yun waited for a while, and seeing that Brother Qi still didn't respond, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qi, you don't even eat lunch?"

Brother Qi then gave Qiao Yun a look and said aggrievedly: "Who am I so busy for? I don't even have time to eat lunch. It's so funny." Qiao Yun shut his mouth. Brother Qi only had himself as an artist, so of course he was so busy for himself.

Qiao Yun sighed. He started to feel hungry. He was about to order takeout when Zuo Shilou's call interface popped up.

Qiao Yun was stunned for a moment, glanced at Brother Qi who was busy, and had no intention of leaving, so he answered the call directly.

"Mr. Zuo, good afternoon, have you eaten?"

Brother Qi's typing sound became much quieter and his typing speed also slowed down a lot. He pricked up his ears and listened quietly to what was happening here at Qiao Yun's place.

After learning that Mr. Zuo was Zuo Shilou, he looked at Qiao Yun with a strange look in his eyes. After Qiao Yun left, he even spent a long time thinking about whether he had treated Qiao Yun badly. After thinking for a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After he had Qiao Yun under his control, he had always been very good to Qiao Yun. He even lost a lot of hair because he was worried that it would fall out because of Qiao Yun.

As long as Qiao Yun doesn't say bad things about him to Zuo Shilou, his career should be able to continue.

"Mr. Zuo, I'm hungry." Qiao Yun said confidently.