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The man who walked in held a cane in his hand, with gray hair, but his steps were steady, dragged behind by the elongated shadow of the headlights, even if he smiled, he had an extraordinary aura.

The person who came was none other than Tang Hongtu who Wang Ping had talked about at the opening ceremony—the master of Wang Ping and Ji Zou in the play.

This person is an old man in the industry. He has been in the film industry for more than [-] years. He has worked hard all his life and won the lifetime achievement awards of all domestic film festivals. He is an unshakable benchmark figure in the industry.

He was also the original leader who led Wang Ping to decide to join the film industry.

Back then, it was precisely because Wang Ping watched Tang Hongtu's documentary and was attracted by his passion for excellence that he was admitted to the Chinese Opera and entered the entertainment circle.

Wang Ping quickly put down his chopsticks, wiped the cold sweat from his hands, stood at attention, and waited for Tang Hongtu to walk towards him like a well-behaved elementary school student.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping's movements, then at Tang Hongtu, but said nothing.

However, no matter how straight Wang Ping stood, he couldn't stop the obstacles that came out halfway. Wu Guangji walked out from nowhere and stopped Tang Hongtu.

"Old Tang." Wu Guangji hurried over to shake Tang Hongtu's hand, "You came to the set so late - you should go directly to rest!"

"I want to come over and have a look." Tang Hongtu looked at the studio with a smile and praised, "The film base of Yijiu Entertainment is really well built."

"That's right, after all, a lot of money was spent - Mr. Tang, come, let me introduce our actors to you."

As Wu Guangji said, he led Tang Hongtu towards Wang Ping and Ji Zou. Wang Ping froze in place, not daring to move, staring at Tang Hongtu.

Ji Zuo smiled, took a step back, and let Wang Ping step forward.

however.

Tang Hongtu walked steadily, and the first thing he saw was Ji Zou who was shrinking back.

"Xiao Ji's actor." Tang Lao called out to Ji Zou in a loud voice, preventing him from shrinking back, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Heroes have been born since ancient times!"

"Mr. Tang, you are absurd." Ji Zuo could only stop his footsteps.

"Old and old." Tang Hongtu sighed, "Young people are awesome, young people are awesome."

Tang Hongtu didn't ignore Wang Ping on purpose.

It's just that Ji Zou has been here for a long time. Any practitioner who has some understanding of the film industry and some love will not ignore the radiant Ji Zou and pay attention to Wang Ping, who has no fame and works.

Wang Ping doesn't care about these things, but the idol treats himself like air in front of him, which is somewhat...

Bit sad.

Wang Ping maintained the smile on his face, but his back, which had been stiff just now, relaxed a little.

At this moment, Ji Zuo grabbed Wang Ping's wrist and moved him to his side.

"I'm just lucky." Ji Zuo said with a smile, "By the way, let me introduce you—this is my senior and the actor I respect the most. His name is Wang Ping."

·

Wang Ping was dragged by Ji Zuo, and before he could react, he met Tang Hongtu's gentle eyes.

Tang Hongtu didn't ignore Wang Ping on purpose, but there is no one in this world who doesn't get excited when he sees Ji Zou who loves movies.

That's why I ignored it.

In essence, old man Tang is still very good, he immediately looked at Wang Ping seriously.

"Hello! Little friend Wang Ping!" Tang Hongtu apologized solemnly, "I'm sorry I didn't greet you first—I know you, you are my apprentice."

The meaning of apprentice should actually mean that Ye Minghuai is his apprentice, but when Mr. Tang said that, the distance between the two of them instantly shortened.

Mr. Tang apologized sincerely. Of course, Wang Ping didn't care about Mr. Tang's momentary neglect just now.

"You... Hello Tang Lao." Wang Ping stammered nervously, "Then... that... I like you very much!"

"I also like you very much when I see you." Tang Hongtu laughed, "Don't be nervous, you are a good actor respected by our actor."

"Yes." Wu Guangji also echoed, "Our Wang Ping's acting skills are really good, and it has changed some of my views on traffic stars."

The three bosses surrounded Wang Ping and praised him. Wang Ping was very embarrassed by what he said, and he didn't notice at all——the actor who said "respect" him still held his wrist so far.

No intention of letting go at all.

"Okay, I won't bother you if you're still eating." Mr. Tang finally said, "Looking forward to tomorrow's first scene, Ming Huai."

Tomorrow's play will be Wang Ping and Tang Hongtu, and there will be a group show with a group of people, so Tang Hongtu only ordered Wang Ping, not Ji Zuo.

However, Wang Ping had no time to care about these details. He nodded sharply and said seriously: "I will perform seriously and live up to your expectations!"

·

I met Tang Hongtu in the evening and promised to live up to his expectations. Wang Ping was like a chicken blooded. He started to study the script when he was off the show and took off his makeup. He didn't talk to Ji Zou in the car. Walking with him, he can hit three trees in a row.

Ji Zou took Wang Ping all the way to the floor where they lived, sent Wang Ping to the door, and snapped his fingers in front of him, and Wang Ping came to his senses and took his eyes off the script.

"Student." Wang Ping said to Ji Zou, "Let's not talk today, I'll go back and read the script first."

The performance will be performed tomorrow, and Wang Ping still wants to practice a few more times. It is already past nine o'clock, and there is not enough time no matter what.

Wang Ping didn't have time to be polite with Ji Zou, so he quickly entered the room, took a quick shower, ran to the sofa, propped up his phone, turned on the camera mode and started practicing.

The more he practiced, the more uncertain Wang Ping became.

The clock hanging on the wall of the hotel ticked until twelve o'clock. Seeing that the date had passed by another day, Wang Ping lay down on the sofa, his arm holding the mobile phone hanging on the floor.

Difficult, really too difficult...

In fact, Wang Ping is very used to rehearsing scripts by himself.

But the play to be performed tomorrow can be regarded as a group play, and there are five or six characters who appear and speak in the script. It is difficult to imagine five or six people and be in it out of thin air, and to act.

Wang Ping has practiced five or six times, and the practice video almost fills up the memory, but there is no progress.

Wang Ping threw the phone on the ground, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and just sighed when he heard a soft "boom" on the door.

If it was normal, Wang Ping would definitely not pay attention to this sound.

But now, Wang Ping is very clear—this is how his junior, Ji Zuo, knocks on the door.

Wang Ping got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Student, why are you... supper?"

Wang Ping saw a plate of sandwiches Ji Zuo was holding, put him in sideways, and led him to the coffee table.

Wang Ping called Ji to sit down, picked up the cell phone and the script that were thrown on the ground, and put them aside, out of sight and out of mind.

Just as Wang Ping was about to put down the script he was holding, he grabbed the script again and turned around with some difficulty to look at Ji Zou.

Ji Zuo put down the sandwich plate, and there was a light sound from the plate and the table.

"What's wrong?" Ji Zuo looked up at Wang Ping.

"That..." Wang Ping hesitated holding the script, "I wonder if I can ask you a favor..."

Wang Ping had a hard time asking. He rubbed his fingers on the script, thought about it, and finally put the script down.

"Forget it—it's already very late, and things are complicated, so just pretend that I didn't say anything, what food did you bring... Junior?"

While Wang Ping was hesitating, Ji Zuo had already grabbed the script, pinched it in his hands, and looked at Wang Ping: "Are you asking me to help with the play?"

Wang Ping: "...Yes."

Wang Ping: "But this is a ensemble play, you know, it has to be divided into five roles—hey! I say forget it, I know it's too embarrassing..."

Wang Ping's words were blocked by the sandwich Ji Zuo held up.

Ji Zuo rested his fingers on the sandwich, looked at Wang Ping, and smiled softly.

"Brother Wang Ping, if I feel embarrassed, I won't come here at all." Ji Zun said, "What's more, - open your mouth and bite."

Wang Ping's head was dizzy, he did what Ji Zuo said, he opened his mouth, took a small bite of the sandwich, his slender eyelashes flickered.

Ji Zu watched him eat, and smiled more gently.

"What's more, your request is not difficult at all." Ji Zuo said, "I am the actor, have you forgotten?"

·

Ji Zuo forced Wang Ping to finish a sandwich with his own hands, and then helped him put his phone up, and started a round of confrontation.

With the blessing of Ji Dayingdi, this matter became easier.

The film king's skill is really not superficial, one person plays five roles, and he is still able to do a job with ease.

It was easy for Wang Ping and him to enter the state of the play. According to the acting method he had conceived before, he went forward step by step without any problems.

The two scored against each other very smoothly, and Ji Zuo was distracted to think about it, but he didn't think about why Wang Ping was so nervous.

Obviously impeccable acting.

Brother Wang Ping's acting skills, even him, even Wu Guangji, are very good.

After the last scene, Wang Ping knelt in front of Ji Zou, and when he heard Ji Zou shouting "cut", he patted his knees, got up, and asked earnestly, "Do you feel all right?"

"It's really good." Ji Zuo said affirmatively, "Don't be nervous, Brother Wang Ping, your acting is really good."

Wang Ping nodded, instead of fully listening to what Xin Ji Zou said, he went to the side and picked up his mobile phone, watching the video of their acting and thinking about it.

Ji Zou sat next to him to watch with him, and saw Wang Ping paused at several places in the middle, taking screenshots to record.

After replaying it once, Wang Ping first looked up at the wall clock, then lowered his head; the corner of the mobile phone rubbed against Wang Ping's pajama pants, and Wang Ping seemed to want to say something, but he stopped talking.

"Come again, Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo said proactively.

"But...will it be too late?"

"I don't have a show tomorrow." Ji Zuo said gently, "It's okay to sleep again tomorrow."

"Okay, then I will trouble my junior!"

Wang Ping read the script and screenshots again, pondered it carefully, stood up and continued to play against Ji Zuo; the two polished it several times, and the number of screenshots by Wang Ping became less and less.

After finishing the fifth round of polishing, Wang Ping took off his mobile phone, sat on the sofa, and continued his new round of review; Ji walked beside him, sitting next to him, not looking at the screen, but watching Wang Ping's fingertips .

This time, Wang Ping didn't press pause, let the progress bar go all the way, and didn't stop to take screenshots.

It seems...

This time it met Wang Ping's request.

Ji Zuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Zuo's acting relies on having tasted all kinds of life and being well-informed, so he naturally knows how to act, so he doesn't understand why Wang Ping strives for perfection.

Ji Zuo was still thinking, but saw Wang Ping's mobile phone suddenly tilted, and then the smooth mobile phone slipped from Wang Ping's hand, rolled around in the air, and fell to the floor with a "bang".

At the same time, Wang Ping also tilted to the side and fell into the cushions of the sofa.

"Brother Wang Ping?!" Ji Zuo was taken aback, and hurriedly stood up to look at Wang Ping—after getting close to him, he saw Wang Ping's breathing was steady and his face was rosy.

Obviously unable to hold on, just fell asleep.

Ji Zou: "..."

Just fell asleep like this, so defenseless, what if there is a bad person around you who wants to plot against you?

Fortunately, there is only Ji Zuo who wants to plot against you by your side.

Ji Zuo bent down, picked up Wang Ping horizontally, carried him firmly to the bed, helped him take off his slippers, and covered him with the quilt.

Ji Zuo was sitting beside Wang Ping's bed, just about to turn off the bedside lamp, when he suddenly turned around and glanced at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping looked even better when he was asleep, his smooth skin was free of blemishes, his lips were slightly pouty, and he looked very small.

Ji Zou put his index finger on his lips, examining the picture scroll.

After a while, Ji Zuo suddenly thought of something. He took off the index finger he had kissed, stared at it for a while, slowly moved it to the sky above Wang Ping, let it go down, and lightly touched Wang Ping's lips. One tap.

An indirect kiss exchanged the past like this.

"It's a punishment." Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "No one else dares to just sleep like this."

Ji Zu stared at Wang Ping, suddenly thought of something, and laughed softly: "Forget, I'm not someone else."

As Ji Zou said, he leaned down and pressed against Wang Ping's forehead, touching the water as soon as he touched it.

"Then... compensate you."

The author has something to say: Best Actor Ji, let me help you think of another excuse, it's your labor fee for acting with him 0v0 What do you think?

Ji Actor: No.

Best Actor Ji: Why do you need labor fees to act with Wang Ping?