I am not a human being in the entertainment industry

"Card!"

After shouting the card, Cheng Jun stared at the screen and watched the replay for a long time, but in the end he didn't say the words to let everyone do it again, because he found that such a natural development can better reflect the effect he wanted.

Although the original book did not mention that the crown prince opened his eyes, it mentioned that the socialist team pushed back the coffin lid shortly after opening the coffin due to inexplicable unease without any objection, and what is this inexplicable unease Well, Cheng Jun felt that Nanzhu's opening of his eyes just now gave him a very good answer!

On the other side, Nanzhu, who slowly came back to consciousness after opening his eyes, blinked his eyes and returned to his usual state in an instant. Because he didn't know where the filming was going, he lay there stupidly and didn't dare to get up until Cheng Seeing that he didn't look up for a long time, Jun walked over and probed and said, "Take another photo of the part where the coffin lid is re-covered, and you still hold on?"

Nan Zhu didn't move, but blinked and said, "Got it."

Cheng Jun patted the lid of the coffin and signaled the field manager to start working. Until now, he still has the cold eyes in his mind when Nan Zhu opened his eyes just now, which is completely different from the cute eyes now. It's a pity to be a trick. Obviously quite powerful.

If Mr. Zhou Haishen was here at this time, he would definitely tell Cheng Jun that this was a huge misunderstanding...

Nan Zhu, who finished filming his own role, received the first money he earned by himself. Although it was not a lot, it was a novelty to Nan Zhu, even if Luo Jiu took the company's share from it quite formally. It didn't make his joy any less, he got excited, took out his mobile phone, clicked on Weibo skillfully, and quickly sent a private message to Chang Hui: "Xiaohui, I made money!"

Luo Jiu would not be surprised at all when he pointed to Nan Zhu, because this kid would send private messages to Chang Hui whenever there was any trouble recently, which made his eyelids twitch.

Of course, he knew that these private messages were impossible to be seen, let alone responded to, so he went with his artist Xiong, hoping that they would not be picked up as black history in the future.

On the way back, Luo Jiu said to Nan Zhu: "I heard from Director Cheng that this drama will not be aired until half a year later. Before they officially publish the promotional draft, all information related to the crew must be kept secret. You Don't talk about it."

Nanzhu let out an "oh", thinking that he had nothing to say. Could it be that he went to work on the set for a day, and the content of his work was to sleep in a coffin?

Even if he is a little bamboo demon, he needs to save face.

In the days that followed, the rare good opportunity like "Golden Ridge Underground Palace" did not come again. Nan Zhu was still a little transparent who needed to take acting courses every day, and he was still a scumbag who was reprimanded by Zhou Haishen every day. I started to doubt Yaosheng myself.

Although He Zitong who once led people to surround him did not come to trouble him again.However, the look in his eyes became more and more disdainful, as if he was saying "I know you can't do it", which made Nanzhu very depressed. He was obviously listening to the class very seriously, but he really didn't know the questions the teacher gave him. How to act, how a "doctor" works, and what kind of eyes a "teacher" should have, he has no idea about these terms, what can he do, he is also very desperate? !

The turning point of the matter happened one day when Luo Jiu was in a good mood and took Nanzhu to watch a movie.

Nan Zhu sat in the movie theater with the lights out, opened his mouth and watched the various scenes of life on the big screen, with a focused expression.

At the end of the show, as the lights suddenly turned on, Luo Jiu complained: "I'm going, what kind of bad movie is this, the high ratings on the Internet are all brushed up, if I don't feel sorry for my movie ticket, I want to leave halfway people."

After talking for a long time, seeing that Nan Zhu beside him hadn't stood up, he glanced at him strangely, and found that he was still keeping his eyes fixed on him, so he asked strangely: "What are you doing, are you bewitched? Can't you move?"

"Brother Jiu, I still want to watch it." Nan Zhu muttered.

"What did you say?" Luo Jiu picked out his ears, thinking he had heard it wrong, "You want to watch such a bad movie again?!"

"Not this one, other ones, I want to see other things, many, many." Nan Zhu turned to look at Luo Jiu, his eyes sparkling.

"No money." Luo Jiu said angrily, okay, this Xiong artist is still relying on him.

Nan Zhu lowered his head when he heard the words, and after a while he seemed to have made some important decision and said: "Then, is the money I made last time enough..." Originally, I wanted to save it up and show it to Xiao Hui later, but it seems It's not working.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Luo Jiu couldn't help laughing and said, "How many games do you think you can watch with that little money?"

"Then..." Then he can only use spells to change, although it may take some risks.

"Are you fascinated by the feeling of watching movies?" Luo Jiu wondered why Nanzhu suddenly became so obsessed with watching movies. This was the first time other than Chang Hui.

"No, I just want to watch other people's acting and learn more." Learn some common sense.

When Luo Jiu heard this, he suddenly realized a problem.

"Haven't you seen the movie before?"

Nan Zhu shook his head.

"What about the TV show?"

Nanzhu continued to shake his head.

Luo Jiu was silent, so which ravine did Nanzhu come from? Why didn't he even watch TV? No wonder he acted like a child who has just been exposed to new things...

"If it's just like this, there is a TV in the company, you can just turn it on and watch it." Luo Jiu suddenly felt that he should care more about this bear artist, it's so pitiful.

"Really? Then what are you waiting for, let's go!" Nan Zhu stood up suddenly, and before Luo Jiu could react, he stood at the exit unknowingly, and shouted in disgust, "Brother Jiu , you are so slow! Can’t you walk anymore? Do you want me to carry you?”

Luo Jiu: Take back the preface. Artist Xiong is really not worthy of sympathy. There is no such thing as being nice to him.

Even after a long, long time, Luo Jiu felt that letting Nanzhu watch TV might be the most correct decision he made in his life, because Nanzhu actually got the hang of it. Although he can't say that he has made rapid progress, he can already see some acting skills.

"But it's strange, his way of acting is very unstable, as if there are more than a dozen different acting styles in one person, and sometimes they are completely different, as if different people are performing..."

What Zhou Haishen didn't say was that he even saw the shadow of the current actor Li Chengkang from Nan Zhu's body, which made him a little nervous.

Luo Jiu couldn't help sweating when he heard it. It's strange that Nanzhu is stable. Others don't know, but he can guess it. Nanzhu is now completely imitating the stage of other people's performances.

That is to say, he memorized all the performances in the TV series he saw, and stored them in his mind like a database. Whenever Zhou Haishen asked a question, he would look for the answer in the database and imitate it after finding it. Is it different? I'm not alone in the first place.

But he didn't tell Zhou Haishen about it right away, but he secretly made up his mind that when he went back, he would not let Nan Zhu watch some film and television works without acting skills.

With this choice, Li Chengkang's works became more and more unconsciously. Zhou Haishen looked at Nan Zhu who was more and more like Li Chengkang's style, and his complexion not only did not get better because of Nan Zhu's improving acting skills, but became more and more beautiful. blacken.

"Zitong, do you think Mr. Zhou has been giving Nanzhu a little trouble in private? Why is his performance getting better and better recently?"

One of He Zitong's bad friends looked at Nan Zhu who was obediently sitting and eating a boxed lunch not far away, and said in a bad tone.

He Zitong's eyes were dimmed, he just stared at Nan Zhu, and didn't reply.

"But have you noticed that when he couldn't act at all, Mr. Zhou was kind even if he said that he was good. Now that his acting skills are better, Mr. Zhou's face is dark every day, isn't it strange?"

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhou is also a human being, and he must be afraid that his students' acting skills will surpass him."

He Zitong was silent at first, but when he heard his friend say such a sentence, he immediately lowered his face and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about, don't slander Teacher Zhou."

The one who spoke before immediately changed his expression and silenced his voice. He almost forgot that He Zitong respected Zhou Haishen very much, and usually he didn't like to hear people say bad things about him, but he got carried away just now.

Just when the atmosphere was a bit delicate, a boy at the same table suddenly yelled in disbelief, then faced the eyes of everyone turning around, smiled dryly, and said to himself, "It should be...impossible." ..."

"What's the matter, I was surprised. Aren't you checking Weibo? Could it be that your goddess is on the trending list again? What is it this time, going in and out of the male artist's house late at night?"

"Go, go, I told you that last time it was fake news, don't slander my goddess, sue you for slander!"

The boy was furious, and immediately spread his phone on the table, pointed to a Weibo that he was watching just now, and said, "I saw this, the online drama "Golden Ridge Underground Palace" is about to be broadcast."

"Hey, I thought it was something, didn't there be news about it a long time ago, and I remember that you don't like to read this kind of novels, why are you so excited."

"I'm not excited about this, I just saw an impossible name."

"What name?" Others were curious.

"No, look whose name is written here."

Everyone poked their heads, and saw that the promotional poster of "Golden Ridge Underground Palace" clearly read at the end:

Prince Rongqing——Nanzhu.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one spoke for a while. After a while, someone repeated what the boy said at the beginning: "It should be...impossible..."

"Hehe, it must be the same name...he's the only one..."

He Zitong saw a few people faltering like they had a toothache and couldn't fart a full fart, so he couldn't help but took the phone and took a look, and his expression changed after just one look.

The surname Nan is not very common, let alone someone called Nanzhu... Thinking of this, He Zitong immediately picked up his mobile phone and started searching for "Golden Ridge Underground Palace", and he found a 45-second clip.

With a sullen face, he clicked to watch, seeing the progress bar that was coming to an end, his expression that was about to relax froze at the last second, then he threw the phone away, and squeezed out a sentence: "It's him."

Everyone was dumbfounded and watched the video one after another.

I have to say that Cheng Jun is really not short of money. A web drama abruptly made the texture of a movie. All the sets are made of real scenes, and the props in the tomb are also made lifelike. The actors are all familiar faces, and the [-]-second film has a tight rhythm, creating a bizarre world of tomb robbers, which makes people excited and nervous. However, in the last few seconds of the video, a full view of a pure golden coffin appears, followed by When the lid was opened, the final ending of the film was at the moment when the person in the coffin opened his eyes, a trace of cool air swept through the whole body.

The person who opened his eyes at the end was Nan Zhu no matter how he looked at it. After all, he had been with him for so long, so how could he not recognize his face.

In other words, the guy with the worst acting skills in his class actually made a web drama so long ago...

Different from the shock and disbelief of others, He Zitong clenched his hands at this time, his nails embedded in his palms, and his face was gloomy.

Look, he still used the worst method after all, was it Brother Jiu? Such an old guy can actually bear it.