On the Routine of President Wen

This is the first time for Xiaomei, a makeup artist, to see such a good-looking man. She has no words to describe how good-looking he is, but he is good-looking anyway. Although his temperament is different, she still thinks that this man can kill the male protagonist in the show in seconds. It's a pity It's just a small group show, with no fame or background, so it can only be a little guard who blocks knives.

Taking advantage of Fu Yihuan's changing clothes, she inquired about it and knew that this little guard would have a chance to show such a side, so she decided to use what she had learned all her life to make him a glimpse of this side.

Fu Yihuan drew his sword and jumped out in front of the crowd, shouting: "There are assassins! Protect the prince!"

He has a very tall figure, and the pure black outfit just rightly shows the advantages of his figure to the fullest. Two strands of hair are randomly scattered on the temples surrounded by black cloth strips on his forehead. He has bright eyes and white teeth, decisive and loyal. The lights on the set flowed in his eyes, and in the many ordinary group performances, his exquisite facial features shone brightly, making it difficult for everyone present to take their eyes off.

He brandished a long knife and knocked down an assassin who was approaching. His eyes swept across the other assassins who were eager to try. He protected the prince behind him and retreated slowly step by step. He slapped the candlestick on the side, and the white wall behind him opened. He pushed the prince into the secret passage, then closed the door, destroyed the mechanism, and sneered again, slashing the knife in front of him: "Rebels and traitors will die eventually."

After all, the guard was outnumbered and was kicked to the ground, struggling to support his upper body, but the next moment, the swords stabbed by the assassins pierced his back. The excruciating pain from several swords pulled out a muffled groan, his exhausted body leaned forward and fell to the ground, bright red blood gushed out from under him in an instant, staining the ground paved with bluestone bricks red...

All the people present were moved by the awe-inspiring smile that remained at the corner of his mouth, and they were stunned in place, and the audience was silent for a long time.

"Ca!" Lin Runsheng seemed very satisfied, and nodded again and again, "It's not a show, the fight is wonderful and beautiful, and the loyalty, unyielding and ruthlessness are also perfectly displayed. Although this scene will only be broadcast for 3 minutes, you shot it with all your heart, um ,good."

Fu Yihuan got up from the ground, wiped away the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, instantly suppressed the coldness in his eyes during filming, nodded respectfully to Lin Runsheng, and said, "Thank you Director Lin for your praise."

In fact, Fu Yihuan wanted to say a few more words along the way, indirectly expressing that he has eighteen kinds of martial arts and can change various emotions in seconds, but after thinking about it, it is better not to rush to perform without asking, so as not to be thought to be smooth Just try to climb up, and end up with a bad impression. After all, for such a respected and principled person, a humble appearance is pleasing.

Lin Runsheng didn't continue to say anything, but turned his head and said to a man sitting beside him: "Mr. Luo, the next scene is the scene in the back garden. The prince escaped from the secret passage and was sneaked in by a female thief disguised as a man." Save it, do you want to go and have a look behind?"

Fu Yihuan took a deep look at the man, with a deep and handsome face, long eyelashes curled up alluringly, Danfeng's eyes were filled with imperceptible emotions, her thin lips were tightly pursed, her long legs were crossed, and her elbows were resting on the table , holding his face sideways, thoughtful.

As if aware of Fu Yihuan's gaze, he raised his eyes and swept in Fu Yihuan's direction, only seeing the back of the other party turning and walking into the dressing room, curling the corners of his lips, and said to Lin Runsheng: "I am very satisfied with this scene. There is still something to do in the film and television city, so I won't watch the next movie, I believe in Director Lin's ability."

Lin Runsheng was quite surprised that the word "satisfaction" could be said from the man's mouth. Looking in his direction, he saw Fu Yihuan's figure. He thought about it and said with a smile, "In this case, I You must work harder to make Mr. Luo more satisfied."

"Director Lin is being modest. How could I be dissatisfied with a work that satisfies you?" The man smiled, stood up, said goodbye and left.

Encountering Luo Heng in the bathroom was completely beyond Fu Yihuan's expectations. The knife in his hand was frightened away. The handle of the knife hit the tiled floor with a "slap", and he bent down to pick it up. Insert/back into the scabbard on the waist side.

"Luo Heng, Mr. President, a former movie star, and after his retirement from acting, with his extraordinary family background and connections, he took over the Rock Group. His business is spread all over the world, involving various fields, and he is keen on investing in the film and television industry. 』

After listening to Mr. Rabbit's introduction, Fu Yihuan had nothing to say. Before, he felt that the main system was so smart that it was almost heavenly. Now it seems that there are still some shortcomings. For example, Mr. President, he couldn't use the ready-made system to name it. Forget it, at least it's okay to pinch a new president's face. He looks at the face that is exactly the same as the first system world, and he really thinks it's a play.

"Your moves are beautiful." Luo Heng walked towards the sink, rubbed his hands and said to Fu Yihuan in the mirror.

It's true that the plots where the horns show talent and meet the hero by chance, Fu Yihuan knew that he had successfully left an impression on the CEO, and smiled indifferently at Luo Heng who turned around: "Thank you for the compliment."

Luo Heng didn't speak any more, and walked towards the door. When she opened the door, she turned her head, looked at Fu Yihuan who was squatting down and tied the loose leggings, and said, "Don't you recognize me?"

Fu Yihuan, who lowered his head, widened his eyes in shock. If his reason hadn't told him that this was another world, and that the other party was an NPC created by the system, he would almost have thought that Luo Heng remembered the events of the previous system world. Fortunately, he could react In time, he raised his head and said, "I recognize you. You are the former film star Luo Heng, the current head of the Rock Group. I have seen your plays. You are my idol."

"Oh?" Luo Heng leaned against the door, raised his eyebrows, "Then which of my plays have you seen?"

Fu Yihuan was stunned, he knew that he didn't know each other, and he had seen his play, and when he was an idol, he really shot himself in the foot!It's embarrassing now, who knows what kind of drama he has acted in!

Seeing that Fu Yihuan's face was blushing and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, Luo Heng chuckled lightly and said, "I'm afraid you're a fake fan, aren't you?"

Fu Yihuan couldn't figure out the emotion in his laughter and this sentence, so he tried to force himself out a pale excuse: "I... I'm real, just... I just saw my idol, I was too... too nervous, I forgot... forgot gone."

Luo Heng laughed again, and finally opened the door and walked out.

Fu Yihuan exhaled, and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. This Luo Heng was not the second president of the middle school, so he didn't feel good fooling around.Fu Yihuan only knows so many routines. When he really enters the novel, knowing it is one thing, but dealing with it is another.

As soon as she changed her clothes, she didn't even have time to take off her makeup. Sister Chen, who had disappeared for a long time, came out from nowhere, poked Fu Yihuan's back, walked to the parking lot with him, and muttered in a high-pitched voice: "Let's go!" Let's go, ten games today, this is the first one, hurry up!"

When he came to the parking lot, Fu Yihuan saw a dilapidated old-fashioned minibus surrounded by more than a dozen people. They seemed to be the same as Fu Yihuan. Alright, so Fu Yihuan got into the car, and sat down at the front of the car near the window, which was deliberately avoided because of a large unidentified stain.

The strange smell in the closed car made Fu Yihuan almost vomit, and he pulled the window hard, and happened to meet the frowning man sitting in the driver's seat of the car next to him who was about to close the window.

"Mr. Luo, are you going back?" Fu Yihuan thought for a while, but still greeted him.

Luo Heng didn't respond, closed the car window, and walked away.

The minibus soon started, bumping all the way on the flat asphalt road, with a pale face, Fu Yihuan silently raised his middle finger for Sister Chen's godlike driving skills. Chatting, playing cards on mobile phones is not affected at all, Fu Yihuan admires it.

After two hours of physical torture, the minibus finally stopped, got out of the car and supported a tree trunk and vomited for a long time, but could not vomit anything. The taste of not being able to spit it out is very uncomfortable.Sister Chen on the other end was already explaining matters, Fu Yihuan didn't dare to delay, so he moved forward with a sigh of relief.

"This Hengcheng film and television city is newly built with investment from the Rock Group. Today there will be nine scenes filmed here. You have to follow each scene. The wages are settled now, so cheer up. If something goes wrong, the wages will be deducted. I understand. Is it?" After finishing speaking, Sister Chen led a dozen people into the first set.

When his neck was wiped from behind, blood was splattered three feet, and he fell face down on the eighth set, Fu Yihuan finally knew why he had more than 300 notices, ten games a day, one death per game, except for the guards There are two lines, showing his face, and playing for a few more minutes, and the rest doesn't even need makeup, because he doesn't show his face at all. From the beginning to the end, he died in ten seconds and lay dead in 10 minutes.

The one who ran two steps on the battlefield and was shot through the heart by an arrow, the one who was caught by the head of the robber and shot with his back facing the camera and died, the one who was kicked in the face by the protagonist and then turned several somersaults and died vomiting blood... All kinds of deaths, so miserable.

However, at this moment, Fu Yihuan didn't have any complaints at all. He didn't drink a drop of water all day and was uncomfortable with motion sickness. Lying still made him feel comfortable.

At ten o'clock at night, Fu Yihuan and others arrived at the last set.His footsteps were floating, sweat broke out on his body, his stomach was still cramping, and the hotness and weakness all over his body made him sure that he had a fever, but after running around all day, it was impossible for him to ask for leave from Sister Chen, which not only meant that If you want to give up today's salary, you have to take a taxi back by yourself, and you may lose the next few hundred games. The total is only 200 yuan. The plot has just begun, and the big hits are still early. It will be hard to go down.

However, this time lying dead did not end once or twice.When he was cut in half by the heroine for the seventh time and fell to the ground, Fu Yihuan tried his best to hold his breath, tried his best to calm down his panting, and played the role of a corpse with its back to the camera.

But when the director yelled "Start again", Fu Yihuan still couldn't help cursing his mother secretly.This heroine doesn't know what's going on, her acting skills are extremely poor, and she can't play the murderous look and resentment that the director wants. At first, she humbly accepts the director's criticism, but later she becomes petty-tempered, extremely perfunctory, and confronts the director in front of everyone. The director choked.

Fu Yihuan was too lazy to get up, and just lay on the ground listening to the two people's arguments.

Hearing the quarrel between the two and the dissatisfaction of the staff during the break, Fu Yihuan learned that the heroine seemed to have some background, and she obviously had no acting skills, but she just snatched the heroine from the second female lead. The director was dissatisfied but Powerless, seeing that her scumbag acting skills can't support the role, her dissatisfaction deepens.

In the end, the director was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and left. The scene was still not finished. Fu Yihuan struggled to get up from the ground, changed his clothes, covered his stomach and slowly moved towards the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom and came to the parking lot, he was sad to find that Sister Chen's car had already left, so he quickly called and was connected after a long time: "Hi, Sister Chen, I just went to I'm in the bathroom, I haven't gotten into the car yet, can I..."

"No, I've already driven a long way, you can take a taxi back by yourself." Sister Chen was about to hang up the phone, and added, "Your salary will be settled after tomorrow's filming."

"But..." Fu Yihuan wanted to say where to get a taxi in the wilderness here, but was ruthlessly hung up.

Fu Yihuan silently mourned for the miserable self in this system world for ten seconds, put the mobile phone in his pocket, clutched his stomach and moved towards the door bit by bit.

When he walked to the exit of the parking lot, there was a horn sound behind him. Fu Yihuan turned around, his eyes squinted by the glare of the headlights. awareness.