Son of the Bone

There are two groups of guests in this episode of the program, one group is to promote the main and supporting roles of "Dragon Blood Seal", and the other group is the actors of "Ming Gong Geng Lou" celebrating the end of the TV series.

Jiang Jue usually has a meek and quiet temperament, and doesn't use Internet language and various stalks very much. In fact, he seems monotonous and boring in front of some people.

He has participated in such programs several times, and he has never had a sense of presence, just to cooperate with the crew's promotion.

But this time... the situation seems to be different.

The male host looked like he was smiling like a spring breeze, and every question he asked was too sharp to answer.

Although a total of eight guests came, each of them was asked no more than 3 minutes, or even only two or three short questions, but they did not leave any sympathy at all.

This show has a harsh and direct sense of reality, and there are quite a lot of fans and black viewers.

"Student Xiao Jiang has a big rivalry with Emperor Jiang in "Dragon Blood Seal" this time." The host smiled and looked at him and said, "The last one who played against her happened to be your roommate Qi Lin—— Who do you think performed better between the two of you at this point?"

Zhuang Shi who was sitting opposite narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the junior's reaction.

If the answer is better than Qi Lin, there is a sense of self-satisfaction, and it is not a good answer.

But if the answer is weaker than Qi Lin, then why Qi Lin only acted in four acts, but he was able to perform more than [-] acts with Jiang Huang without any works?

Jiang Jue realized that he could not speak freely, and his expression was slightly hesitant when he took the microphone.

"I think," he considered, "the performance styles are different, so it's not convenient to comment together."

"But our program team has learned some information—" The host snapped his fingers, and two secretly photographed transcripts were immediately displayed on the screen: "It is said that every year in the theory exam, your grades are No. 1 in the class. [-], Will Qi Lin ask you to make up lessons?"

This is a more dangerous question.

Even if Qi Lin's popularity has declined for a while, the number of fans is quite large, and he may be attacked in various ways if he says a wrong sentence.

In this seemingly open era, people cannot admit that they are better than others, let alone show their recognition of their own abilities.

Even if you have achieved outstanding fame and achievements at a young age, you can't say a word wrong.

Jiang Jue's breath was stagnant, and he smiled: "Sometimes when he plays the piano, he will take the initiative to teach me to sing."

It was Qi Lin who took the initiative to teach, not him to 'disturb' him.

At this moment, he was avoiding all the traps as if he was in the examination room.

The host didn't get the desired effect, and started to look for more in-depth questions. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Shi next to him beckoned, and began to take the initiative to reveal the story of himself hugging his seniors during the theater exam.

When the host started laughing and chatting with the stranger, Jiang Buyi heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be great if he could only shoot movies and not record shows.

He is really not good at handling this kind of situation.

In the subsequent recording process, Zhuang Shi helped to block all kinds of verbal attacks intentionally or unintentionally, so that Jiang Jue did not fall into a more embarrassing situation.

On the one hand, Jiang Jue was amazed by his impeccable speech skills, but on the other hand, he was really relieved.

When Qi Lin received the script, he was actually not at ease.

He had never seen this director Peng's movie before, and the script was written in a weird way.

He seems to be playing a tall, rich and handsome guy in it, but his lines do not conform to the logic of the characters at all.

Movies are resources allocated by SPF. Several traffic stars are in the cast, and several of them are popular figures with strong ability to bring goods.

Although I read the script three or four times, I still felt that everything was not going well, so I went to the crew when the time came.

The director was smoking a cigarette with his legs crossed. When he saw him, he greeted him several times, and then went back to play with his phone.

The writers are hastily adding new characters, with heavy dark circles under their eyes.

And the beautiful and tall actress who was a trafficked little flower has not been present until now.

The filming will start tomorrow, where is she?

"Director, do we need to talk about the character setting?" Qi Lin said worriedly: "I think some lines need to be changed, do you mind?"

"Change? Change it as you like! You can change it!" The director said very politely: "You don't need to tell me about this, it's how you like it!"

Qi Lin frowned, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Until he finished his lines and was about to go to bed, the leading actress didn't come over either.

Do I have to wait until tomorrow to check my lines again?

The next day he got up very early, just like when he was with Bai Ping, he went to the set early to find his feelings.

Unexpectedly, the other people came quite late. It was originally scheduled to start at nine o'clock, but the actress still hadn't arrived at eleven o'clock.

Everyone just slumped in twos and threes on the set, playing mobile games and games, and the set was quite scattered and uncoordinated.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon that Zhang Lurou finally appeared on the set wearing high heels and carrying a bag.

Behind her were three or four assistants, and almost everyone's hands were full of things.

"Qi Lin?" She showed a surprised expression, as if she didn't know that she was going to act opposite him at all: "You are here too! That's great—come and hug me!"

Qi Lin forced a friendly smile, feeling that his self-cultivation was exhausted.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that the girl finally finished her costume, make-up and hair, and walked in front of the camera with her nails blown.

Qi Lin put down the script book, and looked at the director worriedly: "Don't you really need to go through it first?"

"No need!" The director waved his hand and said, "Shoot directly!"

"I saw you that night." He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, showing an anxious expression: "Why did you run?!"

No, this emotion is too floating, he can't listen to it at all.

"Me?" Zhang Lurou tried to read the teleprompter at the back, her tone was as if she was reading a text: "That's not me."

"It wasn't you who took Xiao Wu away?" Qi Lin bit the bullet and continued: "But you have been avoiding me all the time!"

"I'm not..." Zhang Lurou broke away from his hand, turned around and sighed, but couldn't remember the following lines: "Two three four five six seven eight, seven eight nine one two, one two three."

Qi Lin was stunned for a second, instinctively wanting to stop and start over, but he didn't expect the director to keep making gestures, telling them to continue shooting like this.

"What happened later? Did you hang out with him in the bar afterwards? Is this what you said was innocent?"

"I didn't!" Zhang Lurou showed an innocent look on his face, and said aggrievedly: "I was at Ah Hong's house that night, and four five six seven eight nine, nine eight seven six five four three, three two one two!"

Qi Lin took two steps back, feeling absurd and irritated to the extreme: "Say it again!"

"Nine-eight-seven-six-five!" Zhang Lurou immediately widened her eyes as if she was afraid that he would not believe her, and her voice was as emotionless as a doll with a good face: "That's what you said, trust me!"

"Okay! Next one!" The director applauded, looked at the female star who was pouting and applying makeup, and said, "If you can memorize the lines, let me recite them..."

Zhang Lurou glanced at him impatiently, and the agent next to him rushed up immediately: "You can shoot for another 10 minutes, and it will be time for dinner later, and our contract is also very clear. Ten days in the shed, no overtime or overtime work every day."

Qi Lin was standing not far from her, at this moment he only felt that he was acting in an absurd drama.

Acting like this - there are no lines or actions, just come up and make a few expressions with eyes and pouts, is the performance already over?

Is this kind of thing really going to be watched? !

He took a deep breath and took a step back, screaming in his heart to escape from here.

It's not that he hasn't met Zhang Lurou before, and the two even filmed an endorsement commercial together.

Her facial features are delicate and sweet, no matter what she does, countless fans will scramble to pay for it.

But... why does this kind of person want to act in a movie?

What the hell is this whole crew doing?

"Qi Qi! Come and take another one!" Zhang Lurou blew a kiss, and the staff next to her looked intoxicated.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, already starting to feel sick to his stomach.

He stayed in "The Gilded Key" and "The Mermaid Song" for so long, and now he is exposed to these low-quality and funny realities, he just feels that his heart is stabbed and he can't breathe.

With the sound of hitting the board, Zhang Lurou opened his hand and grabbed him, crying.

When she howled, the color contact lenses with the cross borders were very obvious under the light, the pointed chin and the thin face, the appearance of the assembly line without any emotion, even the voice of the lines read without any waves.

"I can't live without you..." She showed an affectionate expression, and said in a gentle voice, "You know me best, don't you?"

Feeling his nerves stretched to the limit, Qi Lin endured the discomfort and said: "The matter is over."

"No—no! I don't admit it!" Zhang Lurou stepped back a few steps like in a stage play, pointed at him and tremblingly said: "How can you say that!"

The voice sounded like a cat scratching a blackboard, sharp and sharp, with a bit of broken sound.

After the filming of this piece was finished, the director looked relieved and even went up to encourage her.

"Extremely full of emotions! The acting is exceptionally good!"

Zhang Lurou put on her foundation with a happy face, and even took out her phone to take a selfie.

Qi Lin was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "I'm not feeling well, so I won't shoot today."

"Great," Zhang Lurou answered immediately, "I just got off the plane today, and I'm still jet-lagged, so I need to take a good rest—where's my mask?"

The assistant next to him immediately took out something, and said desperately: "You have really worked hard, and fans are praising you as a model worker on Weibo! You are awesome!"

Qi Lin didn't listen any more, and strode away from this ghostly place.

He took out his mobile phone and directly answered the call to Uncle Fan.

"What is this connected to?" He suppressed his voice and frowned, "I don't want to act anymore."

"Ah?" Uncle Fan was a little dazed: "This director's film has a lot of stars, everyone loves to watch it, and the box office is also good. Why are you unhappy?"

"They're not making a movie at all-they don't even have a person who reads the lines well!" Qi Lin said angrily: "How can this kind of thing have a box office?"

"It's not uncommon. Nowadays, many fans go to the cinema to lick their faces. It doesn't matter if it's dubbing or a double." Uncle Fan tried to appease him: "Leave after the show, it's pretty fast, in two weeks. It's over."

When Qi Lin heard such a sentence, he even wanted to throw his phone into the opposite pond.

Put the fucking shit!

Can this kind of thing be called a movie? !

He held the phone and took a deep breath for a moment, only feeling that he was being insulted by these people.

After several seconds, he spoke again.

"I don't lack this little money, and I would rather not have such a work."

"It doesn't matter if you pay liquidated damages, I won't act anymore."