* In the huge conference room, the discussion was still going on and the voices were a little noisy.

Sheng Yuan stared at the script written in black and white on the table in front of her, feeling a little... nervous.

It’s not like she hadn’t reviewed words at the study session before. She was no stranger to this stage and didn’t think it was a big deal. But wait, she was reviewing words with her son…

“…”

A young man was sitting next to Sheng Yuan.

This person happened to be the one who glanced at Sheng Yuan several times on the day of the opening ceremony. At this moment, he also glanced at Sheng Yuan several times.

Seeing that Sheng Yuan seemed to be struggling with something and occasionally frowned, he didn't look as distant as he did that day.

The actor took the opportunity to ask: "Nervous?"

Sheng Yuan heard the voice, looked up and saw a strange face.

The actor smiled and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Gong Cong, and I play the Turkic prince, Long Yue, in the play, that is--"

"Ah Zhao's eldest brother."

Long Yue, Sheng Yuan remembered the name of this character in the script, and she responded politely: "Hello."

Gong Cong looked relaxed and naturally struck up a conversation: "You will be rehearsing with Teacher Shi Yan later, right? Teacher Shi Yan's professional ability is really beyond reproach, and his aura is very overwhelming, so it is normal for you to be nervous."

"If you don't mind, I can read Mr. Shi Yan's lines for you and help you practice a few times. Once you are familiar with it, you won't be so nervous when the performance officially starts."

“…”

Sheng Yuan was silent for two seconds. Her "nervousness" didn't seem to be the nervousness that Gong Cong was referring to? The other party's suggestion was well-intentioned, but she didn't need it.

"Thanks--"

Before Sheng Yuan could finish the second half of the sentence "But don't bother me".

The empty chair next to her was pulled out from under the table. The noise was not loud, but Sheng Yuan subconsciously turned her head.

A tall shadow fell.

Shi Yan was wearing a black shirt and long pants, standing next to a chair, his figure was tall and unrestrained, his bony hands were pressed on the back of the chair, his posture was frozen in the last movement, he lowered his eyes, his gaze met hers, his long eyelashes were clean and obvious.

He looked at Sheng Yuan for a few seconds, then his gaze moved down and stopped on the script in Sheng Yuan's hand.

"My words?"

A low, magnetic and cold male voice, a question, but one can feel that it is spoken in a declarative tone.

Sheng Yuan blinked and nodded: "Yeah."

Shi Yan sat down at his seat with a script in his hand, which was placed on the table and opened.

He turned his head and said, "Let's get started."

Sheng Yuan was slightly stunned, not understanding: "...what?"

Shi Yan's cold eyes and calm emotions: "Isn't it a pair of words?"

"No..." Sheng Yuan wanted to say that she had no plans for the words just now.

But Shi Yan just looked at her, his face still without showing any emotion. To others, he looked no different from his usual taciturn and cold appearance.

But maybe it was because of the mixed voices of the people around him, the collective decibel level in the entire room was a bit high, making his originally low-pitched voice sound a little muffled in the ears of Sheng Yuan, who was closest to him.

He said, "My words, don't you agree with me?"

“…”

Sheng Yuan almost heard herself say immediately: "Let's get started."

Gong Cong next door had automatically turned invisible as soon as Shi Yan appeared, and the words he had just said, "I can replace Teacher Shi Yan," began to hurt his mouth.

* "Alright everyone."

Director Hu, who was sitting in the first seat, clapped his hands.

"Our study session has officially begun."

Director Hu looked around the conference table, and then stopped at Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan, and signaled: "Let ours, Shen Yu and A Zhao, go first."

“…”

"Power" is a drama about a male protagonist's political conspiracy, set in a certain ancient country with peace and prosperity. It tells the story of the male protagonist, Shen Yu, a child of destiny, the third prince who is both wise and brave, and has never been interested in the government. His dream is to live a carefree life as a prince.

However, one day, the old emperor suddenly died of illness. The royal family, who were ready to make a move, could no longer hold back and forced the emperor to abdicate, determined to kill all the descendants of the old emperor and then take the throne.

Overnight, the palace was flooded with blood, and all relatives and friends died in front of Shen Yu. The most beloved eldest brother fell in a pool of blood. Before he died, he took his last breath and told Shen Yu that the royal family had a secret, huge army, but they needed to find four tokens scattered in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest to recall the army and avenge their family.

Shen Yu escaped from the secret passage, but was soon discovered by the rebels. The rebels pursued him recklessly. Shen Yu was hit by several arrows and jumped into the rushing river. He thought his hatred had come to an end, but he did not expect that he would not die. He drifted to a far place with the river.

The place where one of the four talismans can be collected.

——The Turkic people.

“…”

You could hear a pin drop in the conference room.

"Are you going to run away or not?" A sweet and pleasant female voice sounded.

It was Sheng Yuan who read out the first line from the script, and then she read out the second line: "Hey, little mute, I'm talking to you."

"No." A low-pitched, slightly cold and hoarse male voice.

Sheng Yuan chuckled: "Ah, so you can talk. You said no? No what?"

"...I'm not a mute." A hint of stubborn anger surged in the hoarse young man's voice: "Also, I'm not your slave, let me go."

Sheng Yuan turned a deaf ear to his anger: "No, you are so naughty. You want to run away as soon as I untie you."

"You are my little slave that I won with my own hands. You are not allowed to go anywhere except by my side."

“…cut!”

Director Hu shouted to stop.

Sheng Yuan paused holding the script and looked up.

Director Hu placed his hands on the conference table and looked over with a smile: "Sheng Yuan, the first part is very good, but the last two sentences, the emotions are a little off."

Sheng Yuan looked like he was asking for advice humbly.

"Your tone is too gentle."

Director Hu directly pointed out her problem: "At this stage, the male protagonist Shen Yu is just an insignificant to Ah Zhao, like a toy that can bring a little fun. It is dispensable. You are very angry about the toy's escape and just want to teach it a lesson."

Director Hu was not stern and smiled: "But, the feeling you gave me just now was more like, um, a toy escaped, and you just wanted to find it back, wipe the dust off it, and then carefully hold it in your arms and coax it to stay with you?"

“…”

Sheng Yuan was stunned and felt her ears burning for no apparent reason.

Director Hu's teasing words immediately caused a burst of teasing laughter from the people around him.

Sheng Yuan subconsciously turned her eyes to look in the direction of Shi Yan, but unexpectedly, Shi Yan was also looking over at her. Their eyes collided and she ran into a pair of cold, dark eyes.

Shi Yan seemed to be following the crowd, leaning back in his chair, pursing his thin lips, looking at her, a faint smile flashing across his cold and clear eyes.

(End of this chapter)