☆, Chapter 148: Two-Faced Lover
"I haven't asked you yet, what script did you choose in the end?" Wen Mianyu and Xia Yanxi chatted on the way to the cafeteria.
"I drew number six, and I was with Shen Yin and a senior. We chose a palace fighting drama, and the script was quite interesting." Xia Yanxi said.
"The scripts for the shows are all pretty good, and there's a lot to choose from." Wen Mianyu felt more and more that this trip was worthwhile. "If I had known that participating in shows was so interesting, I would have participated more often in the past."
"Have you pushed it a lot before?" Xia Yanxi naturally misunderstood.
"..." Wen Mianyu didn't know how to explain. Coincidentally, her cell phone rang at this moment, and she went aside under the pretext of answering the call.
The person who called was Lu Congxu. Today was her first day in the group, and Lu Congxu was very concerned about her situation.
"How's it going? This is your first time filming a show and living in the dorms. Are you getting used to it?"
"I'm used to it. Don't you know me? I'm quite adaptable." Wen Mianyu walked to the cafeteria while talking on the phone. "I'm quite glad to be here. You don't know, the quality of the script is very high. If I had recorded until the last episode, I might have played a lot of roles I want to play."
"There is no elimination round in the first episode, only the mentors are divided into groups. I heard that the scripts have been selected. What did you choose?" Lu Congxu asked.
"I won't tell you. I want to keep it a suspense and scare you when the time comes." Wen Mianyu said calmly.
Hearing her cheerful tone, Lu Congxu felt relieved, "Then I'll wait for the surprise."
As they were talking, they entered the cafeteria. Wen Mianyu saw Luo Zhifan waving at her from afar, so she walked over and sat down.
When Lu Congxu finished her break, Director Lin could be heard calling out over the phone, "Congxu!"
"Right away." Lu Congxu responded and said to Wen Mianyu, "I'm going to continue filming."
"Come on." Wen Mianyu said.
"You too, keep going." Lu Congxu said gently.
"Is it Mr. Lu?" Wen Mianyu hung up the phone, and Luo Zhifan leaned forward and asked.
Wen Mianyu nodded, "He still has two days to wrap up filming, and he'll come to the production team when he gets back. We'll give him a surprise for the preliminary round then."
Lu Congxu's role as mentor had been announced long ago, and Luo Zhifan was also aware of it. "Okay, I'll do my best."
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The three busy days of rehearsals passed quickly, and it was the night of the first recording.
Wen Mianyu has been staying at the base for the past three days and has never gone back. Even when Lu Congxu came back, she didn't have time to pick him up at the airport.
The two of them kept calling each other twice a day, morning and evening, and they were finally going to meet tonight.
While the students were rehearsing, the four mentors had already arrived and were putting on makeup in the dressing room.
After the rehearsal, the instructors were brought to the stage by the staff and sat in their respective seats.
The assistant director repeated the rules to the instructors again.
Each group takes turns to perform their own program on stage. The instructors need to write down some details of the performance in the middle, comment on it after the end, and then give scores.
The higher the score of the group, the more candidates it can choose as its mentor. For example, a group with 80 points can choose one mentor, and a group with 100 points can choose two mentors. The full score is 160 points.
On the mentors' side, there are a total of twelve groups of team members, and they can only choose six times. That is to say, each choice is precious. If a two-way selection cannot be achieved, it is equivalent to wasting an opportunity.
Such rules will bring surprises to the audience and create suspense, which is much more interesting than the traditional mentor-to-mentor competition.
Wen Mianyu and her group were drawn to be the second group to perform. They were resting and memorizing their lines backstage. Occasionally, they could hear applause and booing from the audience in front. It must be that the first group had finished their performance and was receiving comments.
"Teacher Su, Teacher Luo, it's almost your turn. You can get ready to go on stage." The assistant came over and told the two to get ready.
Wen Mianyu and Luo Zhifan put down the script, straightened their costumes, and went behind the scenes with their assistants to prepare.
The first group finished, the host announced the show, and the second group came on stage.
The curtain fell, and Wen Mianyu and Luo Zhifan walked onto the stage and got ready next to the props.
The curtain opened again, the lights shone on the center of the stage, and the competition began.
"The second group will be performing 'Double Lover'. Acting students: Wen Mianyu and Luo Zhifan. The competition begins!"
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"Tell me, who is that man?"
Jian Shi was grabbed by the back of her neck by a strong force and dragged across the floor of the hotel's luxury suite.
The man above her head had an absolutely handsome face, but his eyes were fierce and fierce, which was completely inconsistent with his naturally cold and handsome appearance. He glared at her fiercely and dragged her from the sofa into the bathroom.
The bathtub was full of water, which Wen Tingjun had put in there to prepare for a bath. Before Jian Shi could even resist, the man pulled her to the bathtub.
The pain forced her to look up, revealing a pale face due to lack of rest in recent days.
"Tell me, who is the man you slept with?" The man's face was close to her, and he was fierce and mocking. "Is he better than me? Why did you betray me?"
"I..." Jian Shi took a breath, looked into Wen Tingjun's eyes, and tried to use a gentle and harmless soothing tone, "Calm down, let's talk."
However, the man refused to listen to her words, his face filled with despair and madness. "I know I'm the one who's hindering you. I know you want to kill me and live with that man forever, right? I won't let you succeed! I'd rather die with you!"
After he roared, he grabbed Jian Shi's head and pushed her into the bathtub.
The water in there had only been there for a short time, and it was just the right temperature for a bath. My face felt a little hot when I suddenly put it in.
Jian Shi choked unexpectedly, and after she came to her senses, she immediately tried to hold her breath.
Her seaweed-like hair was spread messily on the water surface, and the back of her neck was wet and as pale as her face. This scene deeply stimulated the man, and his voice became uncontrollably high.
"Why! Why did you betray me? I did so much for you, to make you a star, to make you famous, to help you achieve your dreams! Why did you do this to me?!"
The man's excitement exposed his weakness. Jian Shi took advantage of his momentary relaxation and suddenly broke free from his hand. At the same time, she pulled the man down by the tie on his chest and pushed him into the water.
"Wen Tingjun! Wake up!" she shouted.
The person in the water struggled violently for a few times at first, and then calmed down.
Jian Shi gradually loosened her strength and slowly let go of her hand in exhaustion.
"Is it... you?" she asked uncertainly, looking at the man who stood up from the water.
"Yes." Wen Tingjun responded coldly, picked up a neatly folded towel from the shelf beside the bathtub, and covered his dripping head with it.
He stood up while wiping his wet short hair, turned his head to look at Jian Shi, "Are you okay?"
The face was still the same, but the look in his eyes was different from before.
After the crazy and desperate ferocity faded away, what remained was the indifference that Jian Shi often saw on TV, the kind that made countless fans scream and go crazy.
Jian Shi leaned against the edge of the bathtub exhausted and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay..."
"Wipe it." Wen Tingjun pulled another towel and threw it to her.
"Thank you." Jian Shi pressed her hand on her head and rubbed it occasionally, still feeling a little nervous about what happened before.
It is quite a while since she studied psychology. She started to study it in high school because of her interest. Then she chose the Department of Psychology in college. After two years of study, she was taken to the UK by her teacher for further studies.
Over the years, she and her teacher have participated in various treatment cases and seen all kinds of patients, but the only area they have been less involved in is schizophrenia.
There were only two times in total, and both times were different from Wen Tingjun's situation.
"I saw it," a man's voice came from above.
"Yeah." Jian Shi responded and raised her head. "It's more serious than I thought. Do you remember what happened just now?"
"I don't remember." Wen Tingjun threw the used towel aside, crossed his legs and walked out of the bathroom. "This is not a place to talk. I'll change my clothes. You wait for me in the living room."
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Back in the bedroom, Wen Tingjun stood in front of the closet door, closed his eyes and calmed down for a while before reaching out to take out a piece of clothing.
From the first time my body showed abnormalities a month ago to the time I just lost control without any memory, this is the fourth time.
Each time, it started without warning and ended without any memory after he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was always in an unfamiliar environment, facing various unfamiliar emergencies.
When he was pushed into the water and suddenly woke up, and saw Jian Shi all wet and miserable, he realized more deeply than before that it must be very scary when he "sick".
Not only would it destroy things in the room, it would also hurt people, and all of this was beyond his control and beyond his memory.
As long as he fell asleep, it could happen, which was a very dangerous thing for him now.
The previous three times, nothing serious happened because we were not bumped into by reporters.
But he won't be so lucky every time.
So even though he was unwilling to trust others, he still asked An Ru to find a psychologist.
After buttoning up his clothes, Wen Tingjun walked out of the bedroom.
On the sofa in the living room, Jian Shi was soaked and the clothes stuck to her body outlined her graceful figure. She looked at him with a hint of provocation that she was not aware of.
"I don't have much time, so let's make it short."
Wen Tingjun glanced at his watch, sat down opposite Jian Shi, and pushed the script on the coffee table in front of her.
"Three months ago, I took on the film 'The Soul'. In order to understand the character's thoughts, I went to the island to rest for a week before starting filming."
"After two months of filming, I was halfway through the script. Due to scheduling and location issues, I took three days off. At night, I didn't stay in the hotel room, but returned to my usual apartment..."
"When I woke up the next morning, it was still dark. I was standing on the rooftop of an abandoned factory I had never been to before. During those few hours, I had no idea what had happened, how I got there, and I couldn't remember..."
Jian Shi didn't expect Wen Tingjun to get straight to the point. She quickly withdrew her gaze from the pleasing and abstinent man in a white shirt. While listening to him, she picked up the script on the table and read it.
The first page is a synopsis of the entire script, just two simple paragraphs introducing the story.
This is a movie about a depressed domestic violence man who accidentally kills his wife and then develops hallucinations. He always feels that the house is haunted and his wife's ghost has returned, and he struggles between reality and illusion.
Coincidentally, Wen Tingjun when he fell ill was 80% similar to the male protagonist mentioned above.
"Mr. Wen thinks that you are too immersed in the role and have a split personality," she asked, looking up.
"Possibly." Wen Tingjun's eyes were indifferent. "There have been similar cases in the circle. It was someone I know. I can't go into details, but at the moment this possibility is more likely."
If others suspected that they had a serious mental illness, they would probably have suffered from psychological panic long ago.
Wen Tingjun, however, was as steady as a mountain, calm and composed as if he was talking about someone else's business.
Jian Shi was somewhat impressed by his calmness. She picked up a pen from the table and asked, "Mr. Wen, how many times has this happened so far?"
"Including today, this is the fourth time." Wen Tingjun adjusted his sitting position. "The second and third times, 'it' appeared after I fell asleep. I can't recall anything in between either. I always woke up by the sea."
"Beachside" Jian Shi frowned slightly, "The last two times appeared in the same place."
"Yes." Wen Tingjun nodded slightly. "That's the similarity. The difference is that after my third attack, I returned to the hotel and found that everything inside had been smashed."
Thinking of the furious man who dragged her all the way into the bathroom, Jian Shi frowned even deeper.
After understanding the whole process, she had a rough idea of the cause and effect of Wen Tingjun's illness.
Three months ago, after receiving the script of "The Soul Returns", Wen Tingjun tried hard to immerse himself in the role.
However, before the play was over, perhaps because he was too immersed in the role or for other reasons, he developed symptoms of schizophrenia a month ago.
The second personality has a tendency towards violence. As Jian Shi just "personally verified", the second personality is very similar to the domestic violence man in the script who is always suspicious of his wife.
Furthermore, the main personality does not share memories of the secondary personality's experiences.
She flipped over the script and wrote down the key points on the blank space on the back, preparing to study them carefully when she got back.
She was so focused that she didn't notice that Wen Tingjun's eyes darkened across from her.
It wasn't until Wen Tingjun reached out and snatched the script from her hand that Jian Shi came to her senses.
"Mr. Wen," she looked at the man with some confusion.
Wen Tingjun didn't say anything. He coldly tore off the page she had written and dipped it into the cup of hot water on the coffee table.
"Mr. Wen!" Jian Shi called out, feeling both confused and angry at being disrespected.
"I've told An Ruo that no word about my health, whether written or spoken, can be revealed to anyone."
Wen Tingjun stared back at her coldly, "There are many excellent psychiatrists. Miss Jian probably wouldn't dare to say that she is the best. The reason I came to you is not only because of your downfall, but also because An Ruo said you are her best friend. Although this is not a reason for me to completely trust you, it is at least more reassuring than those unrelated psychiatrists."
From the moment Wen Tingjun said "because of your downfall", Jian Shi almost forgot the professional ethics of a psychologist and glared at him with gritted teeth.
It was not until An Ruo was mentioned at the end that the raging devil in Jian Shi's heart was barely pulled back from the edge of the cliff.
An Ruo is Wen Tingjun's agent and has worked with him for some years.
But An Ruo is her friend. They grew up together, and the relationship between her and An Ruo is incomparable to that of Wen Tingjun.
Before she came, An Ruo had already told her about the various difficulties the man in front of her was facing. Since she had agreed to let An Ruo take on this job, she couldn't act on impulse.
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