Chapter 7 Why Miss Sheng
"acting?"
Li Ji paused, frowned slightly, and said in a low but straightforward voice, "I can't."
Sheng Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice light and cheerful, "You are my superstar. You are doing well in the acting class at the company. I believe you will be fine."
She quickly set the schedule without questioning it, and said with a smile, "The shoot will start in a week. Take this time to familiarize yourself with the lines."
She has always been decisive in handling Li Ji's affairs, and has given orders that do not allow others to control her.
But Li Ji had no complaints about this. He even enjoyed the feeling of being dominated - he was just a puddle of mud, and this kind of domination even made him feel dazed and addicted.
Li Ji looked at Sheng Zhao's eyebrows and sneered, as if he was laughing at himself.
This is an ancient costume romance drama. Li Ji's role is a cannon fodder, but he also has some roles. He appears in two episodes to give trouble to the tough and brave male protagonist and then he is successfully offline.
The character is an arrogant and domineering evil king who brings disaster to the country. Because he is too arrogant and provocative, he is filled with hatred. In the end, the male protagonist retaliates with a glass of poisoned wine and ends his life.
"You can definitely play this role well."
Sheng Zhao narrowed his eyes in pleasure, as if he saw how well he performed and how well he was praised.
Li Ji glanced at the script, raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and murmured softly, "Arrogant and domineering..."
"I don't know if I can act it out—" Li Ji paused for a moment, then looked up at Sheng Zhao, "After all, there's no such thing as arrogance or domineering in my life."
Little Red Hair jumped out and snarled at him, looking irritated. "Don't be ungrateful. My sister Sheng carefully selected you. Don't you know how precious her time is?"
"..." Li Ji didn't say anything. He leaned back in his chair slowly, with a half-smile on his face, and his gaze moved to Sheng Zhao's face.
Sheng Zhao understood what he meant, but his expression did not change. He was still as happy and cheerful as before, and he knocked on the little red-haired boy's head without changing his expression.
"Ah, it hurts! Sister Sheng——"
He probably felt a little aggrieved, so he covered his head with his hands, pursed his lips and sulked, not saying a word. He just looked at Li Ji with a reproachful look, and cursed in his mind, "You vixen."
She's a vixen! It's all because of his sister Sheng that she treats him like this.
Li Ji ignored Duan Jingrui's complaining gaze, pursed his lips and looked at Sheng Zhao, still speaking softly, "...I won't let you down."
He will do his best as always.
Li Ji worked harder than before. He always looked tired after coming back from class. He practiced dancing, acting and vocal music without missing a single one. Originally, seeing Sheng Zhao's face when he got home would relieve his tiredness.
But when he saw the noisy little red-haired boy, Li Ji could remain expressionless, with veins slightly popping out on his forehead.
Duan Jingrui is just like the brainless male supporting role in novels or TV dramas, and everything he says and does is annoying.
Sheng Zhao sometimes couldn't control his mouth.
They kept barking and pushing Li Ji away.
And every time Sheng Zhao scolded her, she would cover her head with her hands, tears in her eyes, and mutter, "...I hate you."
...How stupid.
Li Ji's patience was almost worn out by him, but he remained stable for Sheng Zhao's sake.
This little red-haired boy has learned to say one thing in public and another behind the scenes. He pretends to be pitiful and well-behaved in front of Sheng Zhao, but the two of them mutter and call him a "fox spirit" in private.
Li Ji had heard harsher words before. Duan Jingrui's hostility was nothing, but it was annoying and childish nonetheless.
Sheng Zhao seemed to notice something was amiss between the two of them, especially Li Ji, who had been in a bad mood the past few days. While Li Ji was cooking, Sheng Zhao asked while helping him wash the dishes, "Did Duan Jingrui say anything to you in private? For example... is he a bit hostile?"
Sheng Zhao's voice was full of doubt as he looked at Li Ji's handsome profile as he cooked seriously.
It seems that this has affected his work a bit.
Li Ji's expression remained calm as he continued to diligently chop the vegetables in his hand. Water droplets clung to his slender fingertips, and his voice was hoarse and flat. "For example...he called me a vixen in private?"
Sheng Zhao paused.
Li Ji sneered, as if he was amused. "I've heard worse things than this. It doesn't matter. It has no effect on me."
"...But you can tell me, and I will do it for you——"
"—seek justice?" Li Ji suddenly added in a low voice, his tone slightly mocking. He raised his eyes and looked directly at Sheng Zhao, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness and calmness. "Bitch, cousin, bitch... I've heard these words so many times, and it's not clear if anyone will seek justice for me."
His voice was cold. He looked at Sheng Zhao's worried eyes, paused, and suppressed his eyes and emotions. "Sorry... I'm going out for a cigarette."
Li Ji took a deep breath, not caring about his slightly wet hands, and with trembling fingertips he took out a cigarette and was about to go out.
Sheng Zhao suddenly grabbed Li Ji's hand and looked up at him. His eyes were as bright and gentle as stars. He spoke word by word, "I will seek justice for you in the future and will not let you suffer any injustice."
"……Believe me."
Li Ji pursed his lips, lowered his head, and let his hair cover his eyebrows and eyes, hiding his expression. His voice was slightly trembling and hoarse, and his Adam's apple moved up and down for a long time before he said, "...I hate him."
That’s all I said.
He unconsciously expressed his true thoughts, as if he was dazed by Sheng Zhao's determination just now, and like a helpless child who found a reliable adult, he complained in a hoarse and aggrieved voice.
Li Ji could see that Duan Jingrui's noisy behavior had its basis. He looked like a man with a happy family. His mother and father doted on him and he even had a lawless personality. Even Sheng Zhao, who would scold him, would touch his head lovingly.
...It's really an eyesore.
He had no capital to make a fuss, nor did he have the confidence to punish Duan Jingrui.
Sheng Zhao didn't say anything else. He reached out and patted his head, then whispered, "Okay."
Li Ji didn't seem to expect that she would say "yes" so simply. He met her eyes in a trance and saw her comfort and gentleness, which seemed to make people indulge in it.
Little Red Hair was simply driven out by Sheng Zhao.
He cried and made a fuss, but still carried his luggage and left crying. Before leaving, he glared at Li Ji fiercely, and looked at Sheng Zhao eagerly, looking pitiful.
But Sheng Zhao ignored his gaze.
Instead, Li Ji stretched his long legs and leaned lazily against the door, looking at Duan Jingrui's complaining eyes leisurely, sneering with a bit of complacency.
But when Sheng Zhao looked at him, the smugness on his face faded a bit, and instead, he felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. He suppressed his expression, chuckled as if to hide it, and asked, "How did you get him to leave willingly?"
Living expenses and tongue stings could not threaten Duan Jingrui. He just wanted to follow Sister Sheng, so Sheng Zhaowei used some other means.
She paused, her eyes darkened slightly, and then she raised the corners of her lips gently, "...a secret."
He simply told Duan Jingrui's mother and father that if they still couldn't control the child, they should withdraw their investment.
Li Ji's role was simple and was left to be filmed last. After his scenes were filmed, the entire crew could officially wrap up filming.
Although Li Ji had no expression on his face on the day of the official filming, his nervousness was evident from the way his fingertips kept stroking the cigarette in his pocket.
When he put on ancient-style makeup, he was obviously eye-catching. The director kept praising him for his good choice, clapping her hands and saying that this was the evil king who would bring disaster to the country in her mind.
Li Jimo's hair reached his waist and his makeup was exquisite and gorgeous, but the gorgeous red dress was loose on his upper body, while the waist belt was tightly wrapped around his slender waist and abdomen, revealing the grooves of his chest muscles slightly, which made him frown slightly and feel a little uncomfortable.
The director's eyes were still fixed on him. Li Ji was familiar with this gaze. He frowned slightly, then ignored her as if he didn't notice, and unnoticeably avoided her attempt to touch his hand.
Li Ji's research seems to have paid off. Although his acting skills are not particularly outstanding, they are not terrible either. With his makeup and facial features, it is easy to ignore the stiffness of his acting.
The plot of the last scene is that he was ordered by the emperor he loved deeply to drink poison to commit suicide, and the male protagonist happened to come to see him off for the last time.
The demon king drank the poisoned wine slowly, raised his eyes and looked coldly at the male protagonist who came to see him off for the last time. Even though his internal organs were burned by the poisonous wine and were in pain, he only trembled slightly, his back was straight, and his face was as disdainful and arrogant as ever.
Under the condescending judgment of the male protagonist, he just sneered with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his lips, and then his eyes were sarcastic. Until the moment he lost consciousness, he was still the proud man he once was.
With a "cut", Li Ji's scene officially ended. Before he could react, Sheng Zhao had already trotted over to hand him some water. Her eyes were bright and cheerful. "You acted very well. You are really talented. Have some water."
Li Ji did not comment. He took the water handed to him, paused slightly, then looked at Sheng Zhao, slowly stuck out his tongue, slightly revealing his sharp canine teeth stained red by blood plasma.
The tip of his tongue still had blood on it, moist and soft, and his face was expressionless, telling Sheng Zhao—
Idiot, my mouth is full of blood plasma and I can't drink water.
But Sheng Zhao didn't understand his actions at first. He just stared at his soft and moist tongue, and suddenly thought of Duan Jingrui's tongue stud.
If Li Ji got a tongue piercing...it might look good.
Just as Sheng Zhao reacted, the director walked over to them. She smiled and praised Li Ji, her eyes fixed on Li Ji's face, full of possession and affection, "Xiao Li, you are the most talented actor I have ever seen."
...How many times have you seen this? I'm afraid every good-looking person would say the same thing.
Li Ji was used to hearing this kind of talk. He rolled his eyes inwardly, hiding his annoyance and impatience, but still shook his head modestly.
"Ms. Sheng..., Xiao Li, you must come to the celebration party tonight."
The director's voice paused, but his eyes still reluctantly moved away from Li Ji.
This ancient idol drama has officially finished filming, and there will be a celebration banquet in the evening. This drama has a lot of investment, and the director is also a big director, so the celebration banquet was scheduled in a luxurious hotel.
The moment he stepped in, Li Ji was dazzled.
Sheng Zhao was quite normal, and even showed Li Ji the way. Li Ji paused and asked her directly, "Are you familiar with this place?"
Sheng Zhao's smile froze, and he said to me, "After all, I'm also an agent, and I learned about this place beforehand."
Li Ji concealed the emotions in his eyes and didn't say much. The clothes he was wearing were of no brand, but they always looked close-fitting and good-looking on him, not inferior to those of big brands. The male lead was a popular young actress with a handsome and well-behaved face. He and Li Ji had played many rival roles, but he inexplicably disliked him.
It was probably because Li Ji's appearance was extremely aggressive and invasive, with a kind of overpowering beauty, and they were afraid that he would steal his limelight when the clips of the two of them were broadcast.
He looked at Li Ji's clothes that had no brand at all, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. How did such a poor guy get into the crew?
Seeing that the director always talked about Li Ji, he understood that she was being kept by the director. He sneered in his heart and despised her even more.
He really looked down on men who relied on their bodies to get ahead, and even disliked Sheng Zhao who was beside him.
The director still couldn't bear to take her eyes off Li Ji. She drank some wine, and with the help of the alcohol, she laughed and said loudly, "Xiao Li, are you interested in my next drama? You are suitable for the second male lead!"
The hero couldn't hold back his expression anymore. He frowned slightly, feeling unhappy.
Can Li Ji be promoted to the male second role after only playing this one role? The vixen is really good at seducing people.
Bai Xingxing still toasted the director and couldn't help but say, "Director Li, Xiao Li has only acted in his first film, and he's already got his next one? You really like him. Xiao Li is such a blessing, I don't know how it came about..."
Li Ji's expression suddenly turned cold.
His words showed his contempt for Li Ji who used his body to get ahead. Even if it couldn't stop him from playing the second male lead, he had to annoy Li Ji. Everyone in the crew understood what he meant.
The director, with a flushed face and a drunken look, was about to say something with a smile, but his eyes caught sight of Sheng Zhao, who was smiling but with deep eyes next to Li Ji, and he was suddenly startled.
"What are you talking about? Xiao Li is a good actor, I admire him! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
She scolded harshly.
Bai Xingxing's smile disappeared, she lowered her head to drink to hide her emotions, and cursed in her heart.
Old pervert.
After the director finished speaking, he reluctantly withdrew his greedy and longing gaze from Li Ji, and looked at Sheng Zhao with a bit of flattery. Then he raised his glass again and said loudly, "If it weren't for Miss Sheng..., I wouldn't have met such an outstanding newcomer like Xiao Li. Let's toast to Miss Sheng!"
Sheng Zhao paused, smiled, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
Then - it was blacked out.
...That's right, she gets drunk after drinking one glass.
Li Ji felt that something was wrong with Sheng Zhao's condition. In a blink of an eye, he saw that Sheng Zhao, who had been very clear-headed just now, had a red face. He rubbed his head dizzily and said with a smile, "Li Ji, I feel a little dizzy, but how come you have three heads..."
Li Ji: ...
He didn't like the noisy and drinking scene here, so he took Sheng Zhao's arm and said goodbye to the director and prepared to leave.
Sheng Zhao leaned against him dazed. The director hurriedly stood up and reluctantly held Li Ji's hand. The greasy smell of alcohol on him made Li Ji frown. "Little Li, little Li, don't be in a hurry to leave. I'll have someone take Miss Sheng upstairs to sleep. You stay here and drink with us for a while."
Her hand groped for Li Ji's hand, but Li Ji pulled his hand away with a chill on his face, "No need."
He supported Sheng Zhao and left.
The director looked at Li Ji's departing back, his face darkening, and he cursed in a low voice, "You stinky bitch, you're still so arrogant even after being sold to President Sheng. Isn't it the same as selling to me..."
…
Sheng Zhao had been feeling dizzy, as if she was drifting in a turbulent sea, but her body was soft. She seemed to feel a gust of cold wind, curled up for a moment, and then opened her eyes——
She saw the man wearing only a loose white shirt and trousers, sitting on the windowsill. The window was open and the wind blew on him. The hazy moonlight shone on the man's handsome and calm face.
He held the cigarette between his fingertips, crossed his legs, and looked calm and relaxed. His eyes were breathtakingly clear under the moonlight.
Perhaps his voice was a little hoarse from smoking, he murmured softly, "Why do you have this villa?"
"Why did you find the hotel box so familiar with the route?"
His eyes were calm, and even the corners of his lips had a slight curve.
"Why did that director look like he wanted to strip me clean, but the moment he saw you he was unusually respectful."
"Why would a famous director toast an agent?"
Li Ji rarely avoided Sheng Zhao's smoking. Instead, he blew out a smoke ring, and the smoke rising from his fingertips dimly enshrined his handsome face under the moonlight.
His eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to be whispering, or asking Sheng Zhao, his voice was low and hoarse, "Why...Miss Sheng."
None of his words were questions, just simple and calm statements.
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