Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

In such an extremely embarrassing situation, let alone acting, Chang Lin even forgot all the lines he had memorized before.

But he didn't work hard to memorize it, and when he got nervous, he not only forgot the words, but also couldn't control his hands and feet.

Wang Zemin originally had high expectations for this young man, but after watching Chang Lin's "wonderful" performance that resembled the undomesticated limbs of early human beings, he couldn't help showing a horrible expression, and interrupted with his forehead: "Okay!" Okay, thank you for your performance, I think it's almost done."

In the middle of the room, Chang Lin froze in his dancing and dancing, and finally stopped his stumbling lines.

Compared with Wang Zemin's euphemism, the other judges were not so polite.

"Are you sure you prepared well before coming here?" A female judge criticized unceremoniously, "My eight-year-old son is more proficient in reciting texts in class than you."

Chang Lin opened his mouth: "I..."

"I think you chose the wrong role," another one was more sarcastic, bluntly sarcastically, "Isn't there a hit TV show about schizophrenic patients now? If you were invited to be the male lead, it would definitely explode overnight. fire."

Chang Lin clenched his lower lip, showing a humiliated expression.

"Oh, the young people nowadays." Director Wang sighed, trying to smooth things over, "I know that actors make a lot of money in this industry, and everyone wants to make a profit, but let's not talk about doing a job and loving a job, the minimum occupation Morality should also be there? Do you think your performance today is good?"

Chang Lin didn't say a word, just lowered his head lower, completely unable to see the arrogant and domineering look towards the assistant in the dressing room before.

So Wang Zemin turned to Qiao Jing who had been keeping quiet all the time: "Xiao Qiao, you can also say a few words."

Qiao Jing was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked Chang Lin a question that was unexpected to everyone present:

"How do you see the role of Senior Brother?"

Chang Lin clenched his fists tightly. He knew that this was his last chance. Although it was impossible to be selected, facing so many bigwigs at the top of the entertainment industry, at least he couldn't leave them too bad. impression.

He replied with a trembling voice: "I think...he is a mediocre genius."

He barely calmed down, and briefly expressed his opinion in a fairly fluent sentence, but when he heard that "he not only cares for Yang Liu very much, but also envies him in his heart, he is a character who is calm on the surface and struggling inside." Finally, the dissatisfied judges finally eased the tense expressions on their faces.

Only then did Chang Lin heave a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until now that he realized that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Surviving after the catastrophe, he couldn't help looking at Qiao Jing gratefully, but he found strangely that the black-haired young man who had acted very abnormally when he was provocative in the elevator before, after asking him the question, still looked With a wandering expression on his face.

... So, it turned out that he didn't ask this question to help himself, but just asked it casually?

Chang Lin thought dumbfoundedly.

"You can go." The judge said.

Chang Lin bowed deeply to them again.

But then, he bowed in Qiao Jing's direction, and then turned and left the room.

He stayed inside for a full ten minutes, the longest of all, and because the room was well soundproofed, people outside could hardly hear anything.After Chang Lin walked out of the room, all the candidates in the corridor couldn't help looking up at him, and the assistant who was waiting at the side ran over immediately and asked in a low voice, "Is it stable?"

Chang Lin shook his head.

"It's still not stable?" the assistant asked in surprise.

"Compared to this," Chang Lin sighed, "Is there any training class in the entertainment industry recently? Sign up for me. Any training class is fine. I really have to calm down and take care of my work."

assistant:"…………"

After just one audition, he thought in horror, could it be that Brother Chang was pierced by a human soul?

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the auditions were finally over.

Sitting on the seat, Wang Zemin pressed his waist and stretched it: "Oh, it's not good when you get older, and your back hurts easily after sitting for a long time...Hey, where is Xiao Qiao?"

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Qiao Jing, who was sitting next to him, had disappeared at some point.

"This kid." He sighed dumbfoundedly, "I'm not a scourge, what's the matter? I just want to chat with him."

Jing Xinglan smiled while packing up his things: "That's his personality, Director Wang, don't mind."

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?"

Wang Zemin waved his hand, and just about to say something, he was stunned for a moment, showing a narrow smile: "Actually, I wanted to tell him one thing, since that's the case, forget it, it's not a big deal anyway."

Jing Xinglan asked curiously, "What is it?"

But Wang Zemin just shook his head, saying that Qiao Jing would find out soon, and refused to say anything else.

So Jing Xinglan could only say goodbye and leave, and went downstairs to find Qiao Jing by himself.

He had a premonition that Qiao Jing would not leave him alone.

Sure enough, he saw each other at the entrance of the garage.

The black-haired young man squatted on the edge of the flower bed, staring down at the row of ants moving along the edge of the flower bed, his gaze was very focused.

And the little black cat he raised, which he took wherever he went, probably got bored, so he also got out of the bag, and was squatting beside Qiao Jing in the same posture, watching the situation with him with great interest. A strange phenomenon that appears before the rain.

One big and one small, their backs are surprisingly similar.

Jing Xinglan held back her laughter, walked over and patted Qiao Jing's shoulder lightly.

Qiao Jing raised her head, staring straight at him with her dark eyes, inexplicably giving Jing Xinglan a cute feeling.

"Director Wang is gone?"

"Let's go," Jing Xinglan said helplessly, "but you should say hello to me in advance, right? What if my phone runs out of battery and I can't find you?"

Qiao Jing was silent for a while, Jing Xinglan thought he was trying to explain why he left early without saying hello, but he waited patiently for a long time...

"Oh."

Jing Xinglan: "...is there only one 'oh'?"

Qiao Jing thought for a while, and had a good attitude of admitting his mistake: "Then I won't do this next time."

Jing Xinglan deeply supported his forehead.

"Forget it," he wiped his face, "let's go back. Oh yes," he suddenly remembered something, "there is a supermarket nearby, why don't you go and buy some fruits and vegetables first? I think the refrigerator at home looks like Out of stock."

This "home" of course refers to Qiao Jing's home.

Jing Xinglan's own refrigerator was empty, not even a scallion - not because he was too lazy to buy groceries, but because he was cooking and eating at Qiao Jing's house during this time, there was no need to buy food again. Stuff your own refrigerator.

"it is good."

Qiao Jing nodded and agreed.

They went to the supermarket together to buy something, but as soon as they got out of the supermarket, they found that it was raining. It was only light rain at first, and the two of them didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, the parking lot was nearby.However, the sky failed as people wished, and before walking less than 100 meters, heavy rain poured down.

It was too late to go back and buy an umbrella now, Jing Xinglan took a look at the white sweater on Qiao Jing, took off the outer suit jacket neatly, and put it on the heads of the two of them——

"Run," he said.

If Qiao Jing was a girl cartoonist, or a female video writer, she should have noticed something was wrong at this time.

But he doesn't know anything about emotional dramas, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with Jing Xinglan's doing this - he still has a bunch of strawberry-flavored marshmallows for 008 in his hand, so he really can't get caught in the rain.

So he naturally accepted this position of being half-embraced in his arms.

The man was only wearing a white shirt, and the scalding body temperature came from under the thin fabric. From Qiao Jing's angle, as long as he raised his head slightly, he could see Jing Xinglan's handsome side face with a deep outline, and he could hear the other person's voice in his ear. The sound of shortness of breath due to running...

If it had been a different girl, she would have blushed and heartbeat a long time ago.

However, what Qiao Jing, who doesn't know how to style, is all he can think about is that his cotton candy should not be wet.

After finally reaching the place where there was no rain in front of the garage, Jing Xinglan slowly withdrew his hand, folded the suit jacket that was completely wet, and casually put it on the crook of his arm.

"are you OK?"

he asked over his shoulder.

Qiao Jing hasn't been exercising for a long time, and her physical fitness has long been inferior to when she was in school. At least at that time, there was a physical test to run 500 meters every semester.Now that he has only run less than 800 meters, his face is pale, and he is out of breath because he didn't catch his breath, coughing on the spot.

Really should find time for him to exercise, Jing Xinglan thought absently while patting the back of the black-haired young man.

Even if you work from home, staying at home and not exercising is not enough.

"I..." Qiao Jing coughed hard twice, swallowing the rusty smell that had welled up in her throat, "Ahem, I'm fine."

Jing Xinglan looked at his trembling legs speechlessly, and sighed.

"Let me drive the car over here first."

Qiao Jing couldn't move anymore, the heart in his chest was beating like it was about to run out, he leaned against the wall, nodded reluctantly, and agreed.

008 was very moved: "Host, you are so kind."

Qiao Jing: "I'm not fine at all."

008: "...No, that's not what I mean."

After more than ten minutes, Qiao Jing finally recovered from his breath, but his legs were still shaking a little when he got out of the car.

But when he was carrying the vegetables he bought from the supermarket and standing in front of the elevator posted "Do not enter for inspection", the whole person fell into speechless silence.

...he didn't want to climb the seventh floor.

Jing Xinglan looked at the dark-haired young man's gloomy appearance like a dark cloud above his head, couldn't help laughing and teasing, "Do you want me to carry you?"

Qiao Jing glanced at him, and the meaning he wanted to express was obvious:

Are you OK?

Of course he chose to climb the stairs by himself, but Jing Xinglan basically helped him up the last two floors.

"You really should exercise hard," Jing Xinglan supported him, taking out the keys from his pocket and said, "Look at your legs shaking."

But as soon as he inserted the key into the keyhole, the door was opened from the inside.

"Why are you only coming back now—"

Father Qiao frowned, and stopped abruptly in the middle of his reproach.

Holding the doorknob, he stared blankly at Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan, whose clothes were disheveled and still leaning together, his eyes widened in shock.