my big star

That night arthit fell asleep quickly because of exhaustion, what he didn't know was that kongphop had been guarding by his side all night.

Kongphop was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, and knew that he didn't like taking medicine, so he had no choice but to guard him.

Sunshine woke Arthit from his sleep, he got dressed, and the kongphop beside him was gone, he sighed, packed up and went to the company.

Like everyone else, arthit spends his spare time improving himself, working hard on various skills, and improving his acting skills.

Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.

"Arthit, here, your takeaway."

As soon as the practice was over, Bright brought a bag of food to Arthit.

"Takeaway? I didn't order takeaway."

"Your big boss called."

Arthit looked at Bright in bewilderment.

"It's kongphop, he's been watching you practice for a whole day."

Arthit took the food, feeling a little uncomfortable. He, who was still in a nightmare yesterday, felt a little strange about kongphop's sudden overture, but he still sat at the table and started to eat quietly.

"Yo, the food is good."

Just after taking a bite, plame came over.

"Plame, where's the little gun?"

Bright looked at plamet and asked.

"Going to buy water."

Bright sighed helplessly.

"Why do you keep bullying little gun?"

"He is an assistant, should I buy water for him?"

Plame looked helpless, he really didn't expect his buddy who had been in college for four years to fall in love with his assistant.

"Arthit, you went to ktv with little gun before, how do you feel about little gun?"

Bright asked seriously.

"It's pretty good, and the singing is not bad."

Bright nodded.

"I also think that if Little Gun becomes a singer, he will definitely be popular, and I will definitely be his manager at that time."

plame shook his head helplessly.

"Is it really okay for you to say this in front of Arthit?"

"What are you afraid of? My big-faced cat won't be angry, right Arthit?"

"Little Gun is indeed suitable to be a singer."

Plame shook his head, thinking that Arthit was just too stupid.

"You seem to have misunderstood the point, Arthit, he meant to be Gun's manager."

plame explained.

"Oh, that's fine. Although it's hard work to bring in two artists, you can earn more, and I don't need Bright to worry about many things."

"Look, I just said that my big-faced cat is stupid and cute."

Bright smiled and put his arm around plame's shoulders.

"By the way, I'm going to have dinner with Gun tonight. Arthit, you go to meet a director. Your big boss gave it to you."

Arthit frowned, took the address given by Bright, and nodded.

Footsteps were heard at the door, and Gun walked in.

"Ah, Senior Off."

Bright smiled, "Little gun, let's go to dinner tonight."

gun nodded.

"Then let's go, big-faced cat."

After Bright pulled Gun out, Arthit took a sip of water and tilted his head, always feeling that something was wrong.

He reacted when Bright was about to close the door.

"Wait, why did you call me a big-faced cat, hello!"

As he spoke, Arthit threw the empty bottle in his hand, but it only hit the closed door.

After dinner, Arthit came to the appointed place with the note in his hand.

Walking into a private room of a ktv, the director actually made an appointment in such a place, arthit felt a little uncomfortable, always had a bad feeling.

Entering the door, I saw a cold face.

Is this the director?

"You are Arthit?"

The man spoke.

"Correct."

"Hello, I'm Director Jem. I'm working in the vicinity today. I found that there isn't even a coffee shop nearby. It happened that my friend asked me to sing, so I invited you here. I'm sorry."

The man's speech is still a gentleman.

Arthit smiled, "It's okay, I won't mind."

Jem reached out his hand to signal him to sit down, and took out a stack of scripts, "This is the script, according to the deal between me and Kongphop, the protagonist is yours."

As he spoke, Jem handed over the script. The name of the play was "True Love Meets Mr. Leng" and it was a gray-toned romantic drama.

It's about the story that the heroine has persecution delusions, and the hero eventually touches her with love, but this drama is a bit dark, and the hero and heroine in the drama are actors by profession.

Knowing about acting, the male protagonist in the play is a domestic violence person, but outside the play is the heroine’s tool of violence, and the heroine is the victim in the play, and the violent person outside the play, because in this play, the heroine’s second personality Persecutory paranoia personality attack.

It's a very difficult drama, and arthit has to play the dual personality of the perpetrator and the victim at the same time in the drama, but it can be seen that if the drama is well shot, it will have a good response.

In addition to love, there are also some sublines of friendship and family affection in the play, which make the plot richer and more complete.

It can be seen that the script has been polished for a long time. This kind of gray, suspenseful, and slightly artistic drama is very suitable for winning awards.

Arthit couldn't help but feel that this screenwriter was really a genius.

"How about it?"

The director looks at arthit.

"I feel great."

The director nodded, "I also think that if kongphop didn't ask me, I wouldn't give the protagonist to others at will."

Talking, the director looked at Arthit, "But no matter how you look at it, you look like an angel, too pure."

Arthit smiled, but didn't speak.

"I was thinking, what would it be like if this purity was broken?"

jem approached arthit slowly.

Arthit was a little nervous.

"Kongphop said he handed you over to me, so let me see how you've been destroyed."

As he spoke, he hooked his hand around Arthit's neck, letting Arthit approach him.

Arthit froze for a moment, his first reaction was to think what kongphop had said to the director, was he going to sell him to the director?

Arthit tensed up, Jem was getting closer and closer to him, his breath was on his face, he trembled nervously, and then he felt a little desperate.

Is it worthless in the eyes of kongphop?Why do you feel nothing when you are really desperate?