Shen Kong held the few thin pages of the script in his hand, but it felt like he was holding a hot potato.
The large room had fallen silent at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Kong who was standing in the field. The atmosphere was stagnant and depressing, as if one could hear the sound of breathing and heartbeat.
Pei Xiuran looked completely unaware and said happily:
"You watch it first, and then you choose a performance. It doesn't matter. It can be as long as you like."
Shen Kong bit the bullet and opened the script, pretending to study it carefully while calling the system frantically in his heart:
"Get out of the system! How did you detect the risk of exposure! You said before that you would convey my request to the studio, but what happened? What are your testing standards? You don't want me to fail now, do you? ?”
The dry mechanical sound of the system that had been pretending to be dead for several days sounded in Shen Kong's mind:
"The correction officer's request has been communicated to the studio, please wait patiently for a reply."
Next, no matter how Shen Kong calls the system, the system will never appear again as if it is dead.
Shen Kong's forehead jumped involuntarily and his teeth clenched -
This garbage system is useless at the critical moment, and it simply fails more than it succeeds.
He raised his eyes and glanced around the silent room. In his peripheral vision, Han Li, who was sitting at the other end of the room, was also staring at him, waiting quietly like everyone else.
Shen Kong suppressed the restlessness in his heart, his thoughts turned rapidly, and he analyzed the pros and cons in his mind.
In the original plot, Meng Mingxuan actually won this role two years later, because at that time, the second young master of the Han family had already controlled most of the equity of the film and television company, and had enough power to decide a role in Pei Xiuran's movie. The casting of supporting roles, but there are still two years before the plot point, and Han Er's power is probably not fully developed yet, so the man surnamed Tang said: "If you can't get this role, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do." ”
In order to have stable contact with Han Li in the future, he must join the crew, so he cannot perform too poorly.
But now Shen Kong doesn't know how he was exposed last time, let alone the extent to which Han Li has mastered it now. It is very unwise to rashly show similar characteristics to before.
His mind was spinning, and he finally settled on a compromise plan in his mind.
Shen Kong raised his head and looked at Pei Xiuran, with an unconfident smile on his face: "Um, Director Pei, is it okay if I choose this section?"
He pointed his finger at the crumpled script and pointed out a passage.
Pei Xiuran poked his head over and read the excerpt line by line according to Shen Kong's instructions. He frowned without trace and finally nodded reluctantly:
"good."
Shen Kong handed the script back to Pei Xiuran's hand, watched him leave the venue, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
-After all, although he can't show similar traits to himself before, it doesn't mean that he can't imitate the characters in his memory.
Shen Kong's excerpt this time is the scene when Shen Guiyuan first appeared. The plot is simple and the characters are easy to grasp.
In addition, in his mercenary career of the past twenty years, he has seen a lot of people who don't care about human life, and he can be regarded as easy to pick them up.
When he opened his eyes again, Shen Kong's whole temperament changed instantly.
A pair of amber eyes stared into the void, like a blade that had just been licked with blood, and the snow was so cold that it was bone-chilling. There was no expression on the snow-white face. It was not indifferent, nor cold, but simply indifferent and didn't care. .
He held it empty in his palm, like grasping the hilt of a sword.
Shen Kong flicked his wrist casually, as if shaking off the blood drops from the tip of the sword. His frost-like eyebrows drooped, and his emotionless eyes fell on his feet. There was a complete disregard and indifference to human life in his eyes, almost It makes onlookers feel uncontrollably frightened.
His voice was light and soft, as if coming from the distant horizon:
"Down here-"
However, before he finished reading his lines, he was interrupted by Pei Xiuran, who had been standing on the sidelines from the beginning.
Pei Xiuran circled the spot twice irritably, as if entangled by some lingering thoughts, which made him particularly irritable:
"No, no."
His fingers tightened subconsciously, and the wrinkled script was so pinched that he could no longer see the original shape. He was almost on the verge of getting angry:
"Your performance still has no soul. Shen Guiyuan was indeed in a state of brainwashing at that time, but he is not a killing machine without emotion. His surface is ice and inside is fire. What I want is the kind of thing he has." Raw, savage vitality—did you read the script carefully?”
Pei Xiuran spoke in an exaggerated and passionate tone, with fierce words and incoherent words.
Seeing that the tense atmosphere on the field had developed to the point where you could almost smell gunpowder smoke, several other people stood up from their seats in a hurry and ran to Pei Xiuran to comfort him. They looked very skilled. It was obvious that Pei Xiuran had come out of the blue like this. This is not the first time that he has gone crazy.
Shen Kong stood in the center of the field, lowering his eyes in shame. Under his long eyelashes, his unwavering eyes fell quietly on the ground in front of him.
- But his heart was far from as peaceful as it seemed.
Pei Xiuran's senses are really sharp.
Perhaps this is the sixth sense of people who are engaged in the art field, and they can make surprisingly accurate judgments in an instant whether others are acting.
Shen Kong admired this talent, but he also felt a huge headache - with him around, his risk of exposure increased several times.
At this moment, he heard the sound of high heels hitting the floor slowly approaching him, and then, Ms. Jiang's gentle voice sounded in his ears:
"Xiao Meng, don't take Director Pei's words to heart. He is a lunatic in this regard. Very few people can change his bad temper. To be honest, I and several others have seen your performance. We feel that your performance It’s very interesting and has great potential. We will inform you of the specific role arrangement after it is finalized. As for Director Pei, we will communicate with him.”
Pei Xiuran over there seemed to be almost appeased.
Several other people returned to their seats one after another, and Ms. Jiang patted Shen Kong's arm comfortingly, then turned and walked towards the back of the table.
After calming down, Pei Xiuran slowly walked to his seat, his face slightly condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Shen Kong took advantage of the opportunity to relax the atmosphere, bowed to them, then turned around and prepared to leave.
The moment he turned around, Pei Xiuran suddenly, without warning, reached out and grabbed the teacup on the table, and slammed it towards Shen Kong's face.
Shen Kong frowned and raised his hand to intercept the unknown object flying towards him.
His reflexes are extremely sharp, his movements are clean and neat, and he is done in one go.
-At that moment, it was as if the mask he had been wearing was removed in an instant, and the pure white and harmless surface cracked, revealing the vivid and dangerous fangs of the beast underneath.
But that second passed almost fleetingly, and even if it was captured deliberately, it would be difficult to detect it - but Pei Xiuran, who was still standing where he was, smiled happily, as satisfied as a child who had found his favorite toy:
"It's you!"
The tea cup broke under Shen Kong's uncontrollable force, and the sharp porcelain fragments cut into pieces in his palm. The remaining tea mixed with bright red blood dripped down to the ground.
The air seemed to freeze for an instant, and everyone stared dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events in front of them.
Even Shen Kong was stunned for two seconds.
He stared blankly at the wound on his palm and blinked slowly.
The room suddenly became chaotic. Some people went outside to call for help, while others came to check on Shen Kong's situation.
Shen Kong frowned and slowly looked around the room at the people with different expressions. His eyes finally settled on Han Li's already empty seat.
Although he knew that even if the other party noticed the scene just now, it would be difficult to confirm his identity, he still breathed a sigh of relief.
—It’s best not to see it.
There were too many unknowns now, so Shen Kong had to brace himself and not let go of any possible loopholes.
Ms. Jiang ran up quickly and pressed the handkerchief she carried with her on Shen Kong's wound. Her delicately made-up eyebrows were filled with apologies. She dragged Shen Kong out and said, "There is an emergency medical room on the fourth floor. , I’ll take you to see it.”
Before Shen Kong could refuse, he was half-pushed and half-pushed out by several employees who were called up, and got into the elevator.
The fourth floor was supposed to be specially set up to deal with mistakes made by star actors in entertainment companies during training. The environment inside was very good, the windows were bright and clean, and the room was filled with the soft fragrance of flowers. Shen Kong was placed on one of the beds.
A doctor who looked quite young came over, looked down at the wound on Shen Kong's hand, and then said slowly:
"It's okay, it's just a skin injury."
After saying that, the doctor began to clean his palm. He first picked out the porcelain fragments in the wound, then cleaned and disinfected it, and finally wrapped it tightly with a bandage.
Shen Kong watched the doctor's step-by-step movements and couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.
This overly familiar feeling of similarity instantly brought back his memories - accompanying Han Li to the infirmary seemed like yesterday to him.
In other words, it really was a few days ago for him.
For this world, eight years have passed.
Shen Kong took a deep breath to collect his messy thoughts. He raised his head, and his eyes suddenly met a pair of dark eyes staring at him.
Han Li stood quietly at the door of the infirmary. He didn't know how long he had been looking at him. He was holding a dark cane in his hand. His face with deep outlines was divided by light and shadow. His dark and gloomy eyes were fixedly staring at the man sitting on the bed. Shen Kong's eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
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