Chen Kong held the few thin pages of the script in his hands, but he felt as if he was holding a hot potato.
The huge house had become quiet at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Kong standing in the middle of the field. The atmosphere was stagnant and depressing, as if one could hear the sound of breathing and heartbeat.
Pei Xiuran still looked unaware of it and said happily:
"You watch first, then choose a performance of your own. It doesn't matter how long it takes."
Chen Kong gritted his teeth and opened the script. While pretending to study it carefully, he frantically called the system in his mind:
"System, come out here! How did you detect the exposure risk? 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 voice of the system that had been pretending to be dead for several days rang in Shen Kong's mind:
"The correctional officer's request has been conveyed to the studio. Please wait patiently for a reply."
Next, no matter how much Chen Kong called the system, the system seemed to be dead and never appeared again.
Chen Kong's forehead twitched involuntarily, and he clenched his teeth.
This rubbish system is useless at the critical moment. It does more harm than good.
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.
Chen Kong suppressed the restlessness in his heart, his thoughts raced, analyzing the pros and cons in his mind.
In the original plot, Meng Mingxuan actually got the role two years later, because at that time, the second son of the Han family had already controlled most of the shares of the film and television company and had enough power to decide the casting of a supporting role in Pei Xiuran's movie. However, there are still two years before the plot node, 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 had to join the crew, so he couldn't perform too badly.
But now Shen Kong didn't know how he was exposed last time, and he didn't know to what extent Han Li had mastered it now. It would be very unwise to rashly show similar characteristics as before.
His mind raced, and he finally came up with a compromise plan in his mind.
Shen Kong raised his head and looked at Pei Xiuran, with a timid smile that was not very confident on his face: "Um, Director Pei, can I choose this part?"
He pointed his finger at a passage on the crumpled script.
Pei Xiuran leaned over and read the selected passage at a glance, following Chen Kong's instructions. He frowned slightly, but finally nodded reluctantly:
"good."
Shen Kong handed the script back to Pei Xiuran, watched him leave the venue, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
-After all, just because he can't display traits similar to his previous self doesn't mean he can't imitate the characters in his memory.
The segment that Shen Kong selected this time is the situation when Shen Guiyuan first appeared. The plot is simple and the character's personality is easy to grasp.
In addition, in his twenty years of mercenary career, he had seen many people who did not care about human life, so he could deal with them easily.
When he opened his eyes again, Shen Kong's entire temperament changed instantly.
A pair of amber eyes stared into the void, like a blade that had just licked blood, and the snow was cold to the bone. There was no expression on the snow-white face, not indifference, nor coldness, but simply indifference.
His palm was empty, as if he was holding the hilt of a sword.
Chen Kong casually flicked his wrist, as if shaking off the blood on the tip of the sword, his frosty eyebrows drooped, and his emotionless gaze fell on his feet. His eyes showed complete indifference and disregard for human life, which almost made the onlookers feel uncontrollable fear.
His voice was light and soft, as if it came from the distant horizon:
"I am——"
However, before he could finish his lines, he was interrupted by Pei Xiuran, who had been standing on the sidelines since the beginning.
Pei Xiuran walked around in circles in annoyance, as if he was entangled in some lingering thoughts, which made him extremely irritable:
"No, no."
His fingers subconsciously tightened, and the already wrinkled script became even more unreadable after he pinched it. He was almost on the verge of losing his temper:
"Your performance still lacks soul. Shen Guiyuan was indeed brainwashed during that period, but he is not an emotionless killing machine. He is ice on the surface but fire on the inside. What I want is the primitive, savage vitality in him - did you read the script carefully?"
Pei Xiuran spoke in an exaggerated and passionate tone, his words were fierce and incoherent.
Seeing that the tense atmosphere on the field had developed to the point where one could almost smell the smell of gunpowder, the other people hurriedly stood up from their seats and ran to Pei Xiuran to comfort him. They looked very skilled, and it was obvious that this was not the first time that Pei Xiuran had suddenly lost his temper like this.
Chen Kong stood in the center of the field, his eyes lowered in shame, his long drooping eyelashes, his calm gaze fell quietly on the ground in front of him.
——But his heart was far from as calm as it appeared.
Pei Xiuran's senses are really sharp.
Perhaps this is the sixth sense of people working in the artistic field, who can make amazingly accurate judgments about whether others are acting in an instant.
Shen Kong admired this talent, but he also felt an immense headache - with him around, his risk of being exposed increased several times.
Just then, he heard the sound of high heels tapping on 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 drama maniac in this regard, and few people can change his stubborn temper. To be honest, I and the others have seen your performance. We think you acted very well and have great potential. We will notify you after the specific role arrangement is confirmed. As for Director Pei, we will communicate with him."
Pei Xiuran over there seemed to have been almost pacified.
The other people returned to their seats one after another. Ms. Jiang patted Chen Kong's arm soothingly and turned to walk behind the table.
Pei Xiuran calmed down and slowly walked to his seat, his face slightly solemn, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Shen Kong took advantage of the fact that the atmosphere was still relaxed, bowed to them, and then turned around and prepared to leave.
Just as he turned around, suddenly, without any warning, Pei Xiuran reached out and grabbed the teacup on the table, and smashed it towards Shen Kong's face.
Shen Kong's eyebrows frowned, and he raised his hand to intercept the unknown object flying towards him.
His reaction is beyond ordinary people's, and his movements are clean and neat, done in one go.
——At that moment, it was as if the mask that had been worn all the time was removed in an instant, the pure white and harmless surface collapsed, and the beast underneath revealed its fresh and fierce dangerous fangs.
But that second was so fleeting that it was hard to detect even if one tried to capture it - but Pei Xiuran, who was still standing there, smiled happily, as if he was as satisfied as a child who had found his favorite toy:
"It's you!"
The teacup broke under the force that Shen Kong could not control. The sharp porcelain pieces cut his palm, and the remaining tea mixed with bright red blood dripped to the ground.
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and everyone stared in amazement at the sudden turn of events before their eyes.
Even Shen Kong was stunned for two seconds.
He stared blankly at the wound on his palm and blinked slowly.
The room was suddenly in chaos. Some people went outside to call for help, while others ran in to check on Chen Kong's condition.
Chen Kong frowned and slowly looked around the room at the people with different expressions, his gaze finally fixed on Han Li's seat which had long been empty.
Although he knew that even if the other party noticed what happened just now, it would be difficult to confirm his identity, he still breathed a sigh of relief.
——Of course it’s best not to see it.
There are too many unknowns now, so Chen Kong has to be alert and not miss 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 full of apology. 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-pulled and half-dragged by several employees who were called up and got on the elevator.
The fourth floor should be set up specifically to deal with celebrity actors in entertainment companies who make mistakes during training. The environment inside is very good, with bright windows and clean desks. The room is filled with a soft floral scent, and Chen Kong is placed on one of the beds.
A doctor who looked quite old came over, lowered his head to examine the wound on Shen Kong's hand, and then said slowly:
"It's okay, it's just a superficial wound."
After saying that, the doctor began to clean his palm. He first picked out the porcelain pieces in the wound, then cleaned and disinfected it, and finally bandaged it tightly with a bandage.
Shen Kong watched the doctor's movements step by step, and couldn't help but be dazed for a moment.
This all-too-familiar feeling of similarity instantly brought back his memories - accompanying Han Li to the infirmary seemed like just yesterday to him.
In other words, it was indeed a few days ago for him.
And for this world, eight years have passed.
Shen Kong took a deep breath and gathered 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, not knowing how long he had been watching. He was leaning on a black cane in his hand, his face with deep contours divided by light and shadow, his dark and gloomy eyes stared fixedly at Shen Kong who was sitting on the bed, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
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