I am a man who runs an actor training class in a small alley welfare club. Being an extra is my main business. My dream is to be a good actor. I hate others who call me out of the blue. The little kid in the alley is my only audience, even though they think it is a shit fun, the leader of the little kid likes to be called the boss. One day, a group of women came to my training class for fun. No one wanted them to be serious, but I was as happy as a holiday. Only one of the women had a slightly different look in their eyes. It didn't matter. I was still happy to tell them about acting skills, and I also taught that woman how to fake cry. Although I know they are prostitutes. Later, I told the woman with a different look, I will raise you. She laughed. I laughed too. I got the chance to play the leading role, but I messed up because of the woman I want to raise. I do not regret. Once I got the opportunity to play the leading role, and I also had interactions with very popular female stars. I also helped the police undercover on the set to solve the case. Now I am still running an actor training class in the welfare club in the lane. Even though I am a dragon, I still dream of becoming a big actor. My story is very simple, my name is the king of comedy.
There is also a story.
My name is seabiscuit, and I am a thin horse. I have some problems with my legs and can’t run fast. No racecourse is optimistic that I can become a good racehorse. Other horses often snatch food from my manger, and I can't do them. What's more, this is the United States in 1930. In the Great Depression, people were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one could pay attention to a humble pony like me. Until one day, three men came to me, and one of them pointed to me and said that he was a good guy. We started training. During the training, I learned that among the three of them, one was Pollard who was forced to abandon by the family. One is a cowboy who has no relatives and still wanders around in middle age. One is a pseudo-successful man who has nothing but money after his son has died and his wife has left him. We trained for a long time. At night when there was nothing to see, we trained together, and on days when we couldn't find a race and fell into despair, we trained together. When listening to them say why you help him, because I can, we train together. Later, I finally defeated a big dark horse named war general who was twice as big as me. As for us, Pollard broke his leg, and my left front hoof was also torn, and if I broke it again, I would be a dead horse. The doctor also told Pollard that he could no longer get on my back. But a year after recuperating, Pollard told me that I could still run. So we ran away. Fortunately, in the end, my leg didn't break, nor did Pollard's. We won. Of course, they say that the American people will win.
The last story.
When I was your age, there was only one girl nearby who spoke bad words, and he was the only one. what are you doing? Your teeth will turn yellow if you smoke, don't smoke.
----I like yellow die.
It will also make you bad breath like garbage, don't do that, no one likes garbage. Having said that, this girl is not bad, but no boy looks down upon her. They never ask her out.
----why?
Boys are like this, they laugh when you talk foul language. But your image is over, no one will respect you. No one looks at you, I have to use serious words. Prostitute, do you understand? You might end up as a prostitute when you speak foul language, understand?
----Don't do that, Rocky, I'm 12 years old.
This has nothing to do with your twelve-year-old. You don't have to be a prostitute, just behave and behave. You’ll be infamous, don’t you understand? Twenty years later people will say do you remember Mary? No, who is she? That prostitute who fucked on the street. Yes, I remember now, people will not remember you, only your reputation, understand? do you have boyfriend? No, you don't have a boyfriend. Have you ever thought about the reason for not having a boyfriend? Because you fool around with the ruffian on the street. It's no use fooling around with the ruffians on the street, they are useless. I hope you will not. . .
----I will not.
What is the point I am talking about?
----You hope I won't. . . . Like a prostitute, otherwise I will become a prostitute. Good night, Rocky.
Good night and take care.
----Hey, Rocky? Fuck you, pervert. Ca
n't do it
----what?
I can't beat him.
----Apollo?
For
you have the opportunity to taunt him, I mean, I'm kidding? I'm not well-known at all.
----what should we do?
I have no idea.
In the quagmire of the little character, the outline of a fucking loser is shown.
But it doesn’t matter, you know? Because I have been thinking about it. . . It doesn’t matter if I lose, it doesn’t matter if he breaks my head, because I just want to follow through. No one can play the entire game with Apollo. If I can play the entire game, when the bell rang, I'm still standing on the court. , I will understand for the first time in my life that I am no longer a crappy.
Stop asking, my face is bad enough today.
Rocky lost.
At that moment, tears were streaming down my face.
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