After I was on the same stage with the actor, I became popular

"Brother Lu, Director Yao will look for you."

The assistant Yang Qiong hired is much more professional than before, and he hardly needs Lu Heng to worry about it, and he can do what should be done properly.

Seeing that the two were chatting, they wisely didn't come in, but knocked on the door outside.

Lu Heng didn't move, and looked at him with some inquisitiveness.

Pei Xingzhi put his mobile phone on the table, his expression normal, "I am the one who maintains my own studio, what's wrong."

Lu Heng nodded, and pulled the zipper above the collarbone.

The school uniform he wore in his student days didn't feel at all unsuitable for him. He looked at himself in the mirror, and before going out, he said casually, "Is brother Pei so nice to everyone?"

Yao Yueshan's irritable shout with a loudspeaker could be heard from far away: "Lu Heng——!"

Naturally not.

Pei Xingzhi thought he had noticed something, and held his breath subconsciously, but the next second he saw Lu Heng half leaning against the door, and had already changed the subject, "Brother Pei, will you come and see me acting later?"

This time Pei Xingzhi did not hesitate, and nodded straightforwardly, "Of course."

Lu Heng didn't say anything more, and walked towards the director who had already shouted several times.

To be precise, "Black and White" is a group portrait drama, which tells the story of the male protagonist Xing Ye who has experienced many cases full of human nature tests, returns to his original heart, and devotes himself to paying attention to the lives of the people at the bottom and speaking for them.

The role of Lu Heng is the most important one in several stories, and Yao Yueshan attaches great importance to it.

Seeing someone coming, he talked to Lu Heng for a while, then motioned him to try it first.

Shao Wenbo lived with his mother in a crowded tube building since he was a child. He knew that life was not easy. He was able to go to school thanks to his mother's meager income and the school's exemption policy for top students. Therefore, he has always been the hardest one in the class.

Even during class, I was doing math with a pen.Occasionally, he frowned and thought, with a quiet side face, so pleasing to the eye that people could ignore his shabby clothes.

"Shao Wenbo, someone is looking for you outside."

Hearing this, Shao Wenbo raised his head from the books on the table, and walked out amidst the booing of many people.

The girl outside the door had long hair, and the diamond hairpin pinned between her black hair was shining brightly in the sun. Seeing him blushed, she whispered, "This is for you."

Shao Wenbo at this age has never planned to fall in love, glanced at the students around him from the corner of his eye, frowned imperceptibly, and led the girl to a quiet place before speaking out what he had prepared.

"Sorry, I can't take it."

The girl's eyes dimmed for a moment, she pretended to be generous and smiled, and asked persistently, "Why?"

Shao Wenbo shook his head, and said, "If there is nothing else, I'll go back first." After a pause, he added, "Don't waste time on me in the future."

It sounds very cold and unkind.

Beautiful girls always have many suitors, and Shao Wenbo didn't even remember her name. After school in the evening, he was blocked in an alley by a few young men with sleek clothes and dyed hair.

The leader had a long and thin scar in the corner of his eye, staring at people like a cold and sticky snake, "A top student, are you crazy?"

A person behind leaned forward and said doglegly, "Brother Lin, don't talk nonsense with him, let him know how powerful he is."

Shao Wenbo didn't know that the torrent of fate had begun to rush towards him, and he said to them with a blank expression: "Don't get in the way."

His mother will be anxious when he comes home late.

This sentence was taken as a provocative signal, Scarface cursed "Fuck", spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and approached step by step.

It is not known who pushed Shao Wenbo first, but the latter was thrown by the heavy schoolbag behind him and fell to the ground without standing still.

"Crack!" Yao Yueshan stood up from his chair angrily, holding the trumpet.

"You guys, have you ever fought before! Will you be pushing and shoving, what are you saving your energy for?!"

Lu Heng patted the dirt on the school uniform, smiled and comforted the nervous group performers, "Try again, don't be too scruples not to use force, it's okay."

Several people had heard the rumor that Lu Heng had a backstage, and they were afraid that they would be retaliated by him if they became too strong, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

Yao Yueshan frowned, staring at the display and said, "When you're ready, do it again."

The young man with a few bunches of red hair was the first to push Shao Wenbo, who fell to the ground with a "bang", attracting merciless ridicule from several people.

"Ha - why is this top student so sissy? Could it be a little girl pretending to be?"

Shao Wenbo obviously had a lot of similar experiences, and he shrank against the wall very skillfully, hoping that they would get out of breath and leave soon.

Who would have thought that in exchange for a few people, the situation would intensify.

Shao Wenbo knew one of them with freckles, and they lived in the same Tongzilou.

He probably heard a few gossips about Shao Wenbo's family from his family, then he kicked Lu Heng and scolded: "Bitch mother leads you to be an eyesore everywhere..."

None of them noticed that Shao Wenbo's eyes became dark and dark. He quietly untied the schoolbag behind him, picked it up and swung it at the freckled face with the dirtiest mouth.

This time, the freckled face was smashed, and after realizing that he was beaten by someone he usually looked down upon, he and a few others pushed Shao Wenbo to the ground.

The news of their fight was reported to the police by someone, and the sound of hurried footsteps sounded from far to near, "Don't move!"

Scarface and the others were all habitual offenders. Seeing this, they left Shao Wenbo to copy the path and ran away.

"Okay, click!" Yao Yueshan stared at the replay, and finally let go, "Take a few more close-ups, ready for the next scene."

The group performer who played Scarface reached out and pulled Lu Heng up from the ground, and said with a smile, "Brother Lu, I offended you just now."

Lu Heng nodded slightly, "It's okay."

It wasn't until I sat down on the chair that I realized that the elbow that had just touched the ground was burning and painful, and it might have just hit a stone.

He rubbed it twice with his hand, and he gasped in pain.

The new assistant's facial features are bright and generous. He usually has a long face and looks like a stranger, but he acts extremely rigorously without any mistakes. At this time, he handed Lu Heng a brand new thermos.

"Brother Lu, drink some water."

Lu Heng thanked him casually. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Pei Xingzhi was staring at the phone with dark eyes, and asked in surprise, "What happened again?"

The latter looked pale, his eyes swept across his arm without a trace, and shook his head.

Yao Yueshan looked up for a long time before finding a young man holding a light pink thermos next to Pei Xingzhi, "Lu Heng, get ready for the next game."

The police in uniform arrived late and failed to stop the unilateral bullying in time, so they had to take Shao Wenbo, who was the only one left at the scene, back to make notes.

Shao Wenbo's handsome appearance, coupled with the rather heavy schoolbag behind him, made him the most obedient student in the school.

The receptionist was a policewoman. Seeing that the corner of his mouth was bruised and a small piece of skin was torn, she couldn't help asking in a soft voice, "Can you tell us what happened?"

With an emotion in his eyes that no one could understand, Shao Wenbo said word by word about the people he could recognize.

The policewoman was very sympathetic to what happened to him, but she still had to follow the procedure, "Leave your parents' contact information, and you can leave when she comes to collect it."

Shao Wenbo pursed his lips, and after a while he said with some embarrassment, "...I don't have a mobile phone at home."

In the end, he was let back by the soft-hearted policewoman.

The freckled face limped to school the next day with injuries, walked to Shao Wenbo's desk, deliberately flipped over his book, and said in a dark tone, "It's you."

Shao Wenbo didn't even lift his eyelids, silently picking up the scattered textbooks on the ground.

A classmate next to him couldn't stand it anymore, he slapped the table and stood up and shouted, "What kind of skill is bullying honest people!"

The freckled face nodded, staring at Shao Wenbo, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth: "You wait for me."

Not long after Shao Wenbo resumed the two-point and one-line life of school and home, his class was once again in trouble.

In the beginning, some students kept losing small things. At first, no one cared about it, but later it developed into finances and even class fees.

Surveillance in the school is sparse, most of which are decorations, and there is no way to investigate what happened.

The original class teacher broke her leg not long ago and was hospitalized for recuperation. The female teacher who took over was inexperienced and panicked in the face of panicked students.

During the class meeting, she chose the most traditional method, checking the students' schoolbags one by one, and finally found a stack of banknotes in Shao Wenbo's book, which happened to be equal to the class fee.

The students around him suddenly changed their eyes when they looked at him, whispering to each other, "I didn't expect him to have this habit..."

"It's really knowing people's faces but not their hearts."

"I heard that his family is too poor to get rid of the pot, no wonder he would do this."

Shao Wenbo's face was as white as snow, and he stood there with a trembling mouth, stumbling and explaining, "...it's not me."

The freckled man watched coldly, and suddenly said loudly, "The evidence is convincing. With so many eyes looking at you, what else can you say? If you have difficulties, you can talk about it. The big deal is crowdfunding and donations. Why steal it?"

A word stolen put Shao Wenbo's self-esteem into the mud and stomped on him. He looked at the freckled man, whose ordinary face was like a green-faced and fang-toothed evil ghost in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice,

"It was you...you did it!"

The original head teacher had specifically told him that there was a student named Shao Wenbo in the class who had difficulties at home and needed special attention. The female teacher only felt his forehead twitch, and impatiently stopped the freckled boy from talking nonsense, so he was serious Face to Shao Wenbo said:

"Call your parents to the school this afternoon."

Except for one extra performer who was in the wrong position, which led to a reshoot in the second half, the first day went smoothly.

In order to achieve Shao Wenbo's thin body in the later stage, Lu Heng ate clear soup with little water, no carbohydrates, and no meat.

Knowing this, Cheng Guanyun deliberately got stuck after the filming ended, and Lu Heng made a video call while eating, and exaggeratedly picked up a plate of noodle shrimp and put it into his mouth, smashing it and sighing in a fake way.

"Oh, it smells so good."

Looking at the red chili oil on it, Lu Heng frowned, as if he could feel the spiciness through the screen, "Keep away."

Cheng Guanyun snorted, and stuffed two more in retaliation, "You can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour."

"Dong dong."

Lu Heng put down the boiled broccoli that he hadn't eaten for a long time, "I'll go and open the door."

Cheng Guanyun said casually, "Be careful what unqualified fan you are."

Opening the door, Pei Xingzhi stood outside holding a colorful bottle, the smell of medicinal wine came over his face, "Can I go in?"

Lu Heng was startled, then smiled, "Of course."

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