Rebirth: I have an APP [Entertainment Circle]

Once a decision is made, all subsequent treatments are carried out in an orderly manner, one by one, like interlocking gears.

Pan Bo put all the nearly 100 million income earned from filming "First Love Again" and releasing "Awakening" into a card, handed it to Wang Desheng, and told him to use the money first, and then talk to him if it is not enough. explain.

In just a few days, Wang Desheng was haggard as if he had aged several years. He silently took the card handed over by Pan Bo, with tears in his eyes.

His lips squirmed, and it took him a long time before he said slowly, "Thank you."

Wang Desheng didn't expect that such a tragic fate like in the movie would befall him. He resented and was unwilling. Such a tinge of despair.

But Pan Bo has been by their side.He contributed money and efforts, and tried every means to save this child who had nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Wang Desheng felt that his whole brain was filled with an emotion called "moving".

He choked up and said, "You really helped the teacher a lot, and the teacher really doesn't know how to thank you."

Pan Bo also had tears in his eyes, but he looked firmly into Wang Desheng's eyes and said, "Teacher, this is what I've always wanted to tell you. If you hadn't given me those two Walkmans back then, I would have fought hard." Study hard, I will never stand in front of you with such a face today."

Now, those two Walkmans are still carefully stored in a drawer at home by him.

Wang Desheng looked at Pan Bo, he was no longer the thin and weak child who always walks alone silently and timidly, now he is confident, strong, dazzling, and so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off him.

How did Wang Desheng ever think that his unintentional act of kindness would actually help him so much in turn?

Pan Bo's cell phone rang suddenly, and he subconsciously frowned when he saw the word "Cheng Rong" displayed on the screen.

The bell continued to ring unrelentingly, Pan Bo hesitated for a while, but still picked it up.

"Pan Bo!" Cheng Rong's sunny voice was still on the other end of the phone, his tone was very high, "What are you busy with? I have something very important to tell you."

Pan Bo looked at Wang Desheng in front of him, who mouthed "You go first", turned around and went into the ward.

Pan Bo's voice echoed hollowly in the corridor: "What's wrong?"

"I accepted a role, and now the second male lead has a traffic accident, and his calf is broken, so he can't act. I remember I heard sister Qiu said that I haven't given you a role recently. Are you interested?"

This is a non-commercial film. The protagonist played by Cheng Rong suffers from congenital heart disease, but wants to become a boxer. In order to realize his dream, he competes in an underground boxing ring.

And the male second in this play is a former boxer who lost his qualifications as a professional athlete due to physical injuries, and eventually fell into the underground boxing ring to compete.

"The director is looking for an actor with boxing background, and I thought of you." Cheng Rong said on the phone.

Pan Bo's weekly boxing class was still going on without any relaxation.

Pan Bo's heart was beating violently, and he felt his blood boiling for this role.

"Are you interested? If you want to audition, tell me now, the director is waiting beside me." Cheng Rong asked.

Am I interested?

At this time, Pan Bo suddenly thought of the APP. Why didn't the APP remind me and the phone didn't respond?

where did it go

Cheng Rong on the other end of the phone was still waiting, and Pan Bo could hear his shallow breathing through the microphone.He was waiting for Pember to give him an answer.

Pan Bo suddenly panicked.Ever since he was reborn, APP has been helping him. They had quarreled but eventually formed a unique way of getting along with each other. But now that APP suddenly lost contact, he didn't know what to do at this time.

But the feeling of the violent beating of the heart can't lie to himself.He gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Okay, when's the audition?" Pember asked.

Cheng Rong's voice was far away from the microphone, and he said a few words in the distance. Pan Bo heard another man's distant voice, and then Cheng Rong said: "Can tomorrow be okay? We are in Beijing."

Wang Jing has already started chemotherapy treatment. There are two courses of treatment in total. The operation is scheduled for two weeks later. Before that, Pan Bo still has time to go to Hong Kong to find the doctor.

"Okay, you send me the address." Pan Bo said.

"No problem, don't be nervous, I think you can do it." Cheng Rong encouraged him before hanging up the phone.

At eight o'clock the next night, Pan Bo arrived at the hotel room that he had agreed with the director. He knocked on the door lightly, and there was a man with half-long hair inside.

The man was wearing disposable slippers from the hotel and had a beard all over his face. It was difficult to see the features on his face. He held a burning cigarette in his hand, and the red flame flickered on the top of the cigarette. .

"Come in." The man welcomed Pan Bo, sat down on the bed in the room, pressed the half-burned cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table, and took an A4-sized bound paper from the side with his hand. Even the edges of the paper are curled up.

This room is very large, opposite a huge double bed, there is a three-seater sofa. Pan Bo sat on the sofa, watched the man approach, and handed him the crumpled paper.

Pan Bo heard the man say: "Turn to page nine, scene five, the scene of Chen Wenting in the script, you should prepare first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and got into the bathroom, and then the sound of water from the shower head came out.

Accompanied by the sound of dripping water, Pan Bo looked at the script in his hand. This scene was Chen Wenting's debut in the underground boxing arena after he was injured and forced to retire. There were not many lines, but there were many fighting scenes.

He looked at the layout of the room again. There was a distance of two or three meters between the double bed and the sofa. Apart from that, there was no extra space to flex his muscles.

According to what Cheng Rong said, if the director wants to find a solid actor, he must try to play, but he is here alone, how can he play?

He looked at the few lines in the script and felt a little dazed for a while.

The door of the room rang suddenly, Pan Bo stood up suddenly, walked to the bathroom, and asked through the dim door: "Director, there is a knock on the door outside."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the man said, "Oh, it should be the person I've asked to arrive, please open the door for me."

Pan Bo walked over to open the door, facing a thick wall of flesh, he looked up and saw a bald man.

Pan Bo was 1.8 meters tall, but this man was a head taller than him. Pan Bo couldn't help being stunned: This man is at least two meters tall, right?

He laughed dryly: "The director is taking a shower."

"It's okay, you are the actor who wants to play Chen Wenting?" The man stretched out his hand and shook hands with Pan Bo.

Pan Bo responded, and the man followed him in, sat beside him on the sofa, pointed to the script in Pan Bo's hand and said, "I'm here to fight with you."

Pan Bo looked at the man's thick arms and angular muscles. Viewed from the side, the man's body was as thick as a wall.

He now understands a little bit why the director wanted to find an actor with boxing background.

The director also came out of the bathroom at this time. He was wrapped in a white hotel bathrobe, and his half-length hair was dripping with water. He greeted the tall man and took off his bathrobe, revealing his naked body in underwear. Come half naked.

Pan Bo was shocked, politely looked away, and then turned his head. The director had already put on a T-shirt and shorts, and was pulling a pair of black flip flops on his feet, beckoning them to follow him out.

Walking to the end of the corridor on this floor, the director pushed open the fire door, and the sweltering heat wave hit his face.The three of them climbed up two floors and reached the top. The director pulled hard, opened the iron door at the end of the stairs, and stepped out.

It was only then that Pan Bo realized that there was such a large roof on the top floor of the hotel, and there were bright lights on it.

The warm wind blew past, the director walked to the center of the roof and asked Pan Bo: "Do you remember the scene just now? You fought him." After speaking, he was as lazy as if he had no bones Leaning on the iron railing outside the roof.

The bright lights reflected the shadows of Pan Bo and the two-meter man on the ground. Pan Bo's shadow was shorter and thinner than the other's, as if he shrank aside like a child who was subdued by a senior senior.

The man walked to the middle, squeezed his fist skillfully, made a crunching joint, lowered his head and asked, "Start?"

Pan Bo took a deep breath, walked to his side, and smiled wryly: "Be merciful."

In the next second, he switched to a serious expression, fixed his eyes on the opponent's movements, and began to look for flaws.

There is a large difference in height and weight between the two. If you want to rely on hand-to-hand combat, Pan Bo must not be the opponent of the other party.But there is also a disadvantage of being too big, that is, the agility of the body will be reduced.

The two stood facing each other, bowed to each other, and immediately put their hands and feet in place and got ready.

Pan Bo covered his head with his arms, while his eyes focused on the opponent's hands and legs, judging the number of punches the opponent punched.

Some people punch fast enough, and some people are good at finding flaws. Different people have different styles of punching.

When Pan Bo dodged the opponent's first uppercut, he had already understood the opponent's routine.

Although the two-meter man is tall, his body agility is not weak, at least among the crowd of his height and weight, he can definitely be regarded as the best.

At the same time, the punch he swung was strong. If it wasn't for Pan Bo's two lifetimes of training experience, he might have hit the side of the ear just now.