pure white crown

The potion with psychedelic silver bubbles bursting out from time to time in light green was swallowed by its owner.

Taste buds feed sensations back to nerves.

It was a kind of grass or breeze—or wind oil essence. It was very refreshing to drink, but the taste was definitely not very good.

Jiang Xing couldn't help reaching out and touched his throat.

The chilly feeling has been spreading from the throat along the chest to the stomach pouch. He didn't feel anything special for a while, but he felt like he was blown by the cold air conditioner in the winter, which was a bit heart-warming. cold.

[Estimated time for the potion to take effect is 3-5 minutes. ] 0021 added thoughtfully on the side.

Jiang Xing laughed: [It's so sweet.In those more important places, why don't you also be a little more considerate? ]

0021 calmed down: [It is because of such caring that I didn't say a word. ]

Jiang Xing laughed again, and then he said in a slightly emotional tone: [Well, I know, I thank you very much.Sometimes I think, maybe my best friend, or my father who guided me...is what you look like. ]

0021 did not speak.

It... shrank because of that complicated and indescribable emotion.

And at this time, Jiang Xing suddenly felt the surroundings quiet down.

No, it cannot be described in such a monotonous manner.

The surrounding environment and sounds have not changed, the sound of the wind blowing through the window frame, hidden in the corner downstairs, the dog barking or cat barking from nowhere, the neighbors playing music or talking, these are all There is no change, still intertwined and received by his ears.

What changed was his mind, and bad words stimulated his pituitary gland.

He felt—if he wanted to use an adjective—that he was alone.

It was as if the world had become a movie, and he was the only spectator in the theater where the movie was shown.

He is just outside, existing in a unique posture that is both independent and integrated.

That calm, almost icy emotion took hold of his thoughts.

This is obviously a very unique experience, but Jiang Xing has no interest in it at this moment. He didn't even pay any more attention to it, but concentrated all his energy and thinking on it. analysis above.

Is my acting good or bad?

What kind of roles can I play well, what kind of roles can I barely play, and what kind of roles can I not play at all?

What stage am I in now?

How is my ranking in China, and how is my ranking in the world?

Where are my shortcomings?

How can I overcome my shortcomings?

Jiang Xing thought silently.

At this time, he discovered that those things in the past, those things that he had seen but didn't remember deeply, and those things that were only hidden in the depths of his mind had been dug out.

The movies he has watched, the stars he has followed, the popularity and authoritative reviews of these movies, the popularity and authoritative reviews of these stars in China and in the world.

A virtual and detailed form was formed in his mind.

Name, age, appearance, acting skills, the mass base it attracts, and the authoritative reviews it receives...

He filled out the form line by line.

Then, he made a horizontal comparison between them and himself.

Jiang Xing suddenly realized that perhaps this bottle of spiritual restoration liquid potion had a secondary effect more meaningful than the primary effect on the current self.

...The so-called [absolute calm] evaluation is definitely not an idealistic self-identification, but a rational and practical conclusion drawn after comprehensively referring to most data.

He inserted his information in the correct place on the form.

He stared at his ranking for a while, then returned to the question he had just thought of.

Is my acting good or bad?

——My acting skills are good, at least among the new generation in China, even in the past ten years, I can be regarded as very good, very top-notch.

What kind of role can I play well?What about barely?What cannot be deduced?

——I can accept almost all domestic TV drama scripts, some main supporting roles in movies, a few movie protagonists, and almost impossible foreign movie scripts.

What stage am I in?

——In terms of popularity, I have been like a booster recently, and my attention is close to that of first-line stars. Within a month, I occupied the top ten positions in the search rankings for several days; in terms of acting skills, I almost have The strength of veteran second-tier stars, or a little less, can also be evened out through a super-level state that hardly fluctuates up and down.

How is my ranking in the country?What about abroad?

——A newly popular idol; no fame.

Where are my shortcomings?

——As Lu Yunkai said, my acting skills are not aggressive, and I can't catch the audience at the first glance, so that the audience can recognize "different" or "generate interest".

How can I overcome my own shortcomings?

——…

Jiang Xing was stunned at this moment, only to realize that the state of [absolutely calm] had disappeared from him.

He was a little pity, and couldn't help thinking that if he had a few more minutes-would his problem be solved?

But this apparently fairytale idea made Jiang Xing laugh again.

[Absolutely Calm] It’s not a fairy fruit that directly refreshes the talent of acting, it’s just to let him know himself more fully and correctly. I hope that thinking about it will solve the problem... This is probably the same age group as believing that talking can save the world. .

But these are not the point.

The point is what he analyzed in absolute calm just now...

"The popular idol of the new generation," Jiang Xing said to himself, "it's not because of buying charts, not because of the trolls, but because it has gained almost such popularity... You know that in the entertainment circle, you will do it all your life. Less than this, even once, how many stars are there in a month?"

This sentence was spoken to 0021.

The system did not deliberately calculate this problem, but it only took a second to calculate it.

0021 chose to ask Jiang Xing: [How much? ]

[I calculated when I was bored. ] Jiang Xing replied in his heart, [86.13%, this is the final approximate value.Only 13.87% can reach this step.But those who have come this far, don't know how many comets have streaked across the sky, and then there are no extra traces. ]

"So..." Jiang Xing spoke again, this time, he was not facing anyone but himself, "Have I already reached the place I only dreamed about...?"

As an old man who has lived most of his life, and a fairly successful old director, Wang An claims that he still has two brushes in judging people.

He had watched Jiang Xing's TV series and had a close contact with this newcomer, so he was sure that this newcomer had a bright future.

Even though it seemed that there was little progress in the bottleneck, he was only slightly disappointed and did not doubt his own judgment.

Therefore, even though Jiang Xing, who originally only wanted him to ask for a day off, did not show up for three days in a row, Wang An also lived a leisurely life before the TV series officially started filming, and even looked forward to the time when Jiang Xing appeared again sporadically. Will one day bring a little surprise to myself?

...but the little surprise is definitely not such a surprise.

He looked at Jiang Xing who finally appeared in front of his eyes, and followed his suggestion as soon as he arrived, walked into the training room to perform, and thought dumbfounded: What kind of rhythm is this? After going back to rest for three days, he broke through the bottleneck?Did I read it wrong before, this little guy is not talented, but his talent is not the same as other geniuses - like others are geniuses, but he is crooked?

Regardless of whether there is progress or regression in the middle, time always moves forward as always.

Thirteen days later, the crew of "Su-style Biography" completed the opening ceremony and officially started filming in the studio.

Jiang Xing's makeup had been finalized a few days ago.

Now he was wearing Song Shi's long robe, put a hair cover on his head, and sat on a chair to let the makeup artist toss on his face.

There are two staff members that the company asked him to bring, who are responsible for taking pictures and photography respectively.

When you don't have fame, you need to develop fame, and when you have fame, you need to maintain fame.

These two people were added by Chen Liang, who asked them to take pictures when Jiang Xing was filming a TV series, and make a promotional video to share among the fans.

The makeup artist currently helping Jiang Xing with makeup is a man in his thirties, with a small braid behind his head and dark eyeshadow on his face.

Although he is not well-known in the circle, but his skills are quite good, and because of this, he was finally introduced to Wang An's crew this time, doing makeup for various stars.

The 30-year-old makeup artist completed the last step on Jiang Xing's face, then he adjusted the mirror on the table, facing Jiang Xing's face, and asked Jiang Xing slightly flatteringly: "Sun, take a look." How does it feel like that?"

Jiang Xing saw his own face in the mirror.

This make-up artist is really skilled, and the result is pretty good.

But Jiang Xing had his own ideas about this role. He communicated with the makeup artist, and the makeup artist quickly understood Jiang Xing's ideas. By using a pen, the hard outline is softened, and the left and right sides of the jaw are slightly brightened, so that even if the owner of the makeup does not make any expressions and just looks at the person, the audience can still feel that the other person is smiling.

"Okay." Satisfied, Jiang Xing stood up from his seat, walked to where Wang An was, and reported to the director.

Wang An was chewing dried prunes under the sun at this time. Fortunately, it was not summer yet and the sun was not hot enough, otherwise he would have been doomed to be drowned in sweat at this time.

Seeing Jiang Xing approaching, he turned his attention away from other things and temporarily focused on Jiang Xing.

It's ok, nothing to adjust.

After watching this for a while, Wang An nodded, and said in a voice that was a bit vague because of something in his mouth: "Although the equipment is still being prepared, but you are the leading actor, go up and warm up and give a lead to other actors. Just do a simple one." Come--"

He picked up the script on the side, flipped through it casually with the attitude of "whatever you want to play depends on the wind", pointed to the plot on the page he turned to and said: "Su style participated in the imperial examination and was ranked second, go to the teacher's mansion to pay homage to the teacher. That section—you don’t need to really thank me, just walk in.”

To put it simply, this is for Jiang Xing to perform the Su style while walking.

Jiang Xing felt that this request was a bit familiar. He thought about it, wasn't it exactly what Lu Yunkai performed in front of him before?

That's it - the real three-step walk to the end of a person's life, this requirement is so high and strict, even Director Wang has never thought about it, right?

Jiang Xing just found it interesting, he didn't think too much, walked to the field according to Wang An's request, stood at the starting position to sort out his mentality a little bit, and then——

Jiang Xing took the first step.

His hands were hanging down, and the belt and sleeves of his clothes fluttered in the wind.

He raised his head and looked straight ahead with a peaceful and natural expression.

There seemed to be a smile on the corner of his lips, but he didn't seem to.

He doesn't stop, and every step he takes is very natural and casual; he doesn't always look straight ahead, he looks left and right at will, and sometimes stays, and what makes him stay, It's just a flying leaf, a falling flower.

He was walking, and finally stopped.

He rolled up his sleeves, raised his fingers, and knocked on the door.

His movements are still the same as before, as free and easy and natural as looking at flowers and leaves.

Not stagnant in the heart, not stagnant in things, he just casually raised his hand, and knocked on the door that could change the destiny of his life.

This Su style is different from Lu Yunkai's Su style.

The Su style that Lu Yun opened that night exuded vigorous vitality from beginning to end, as if the roots had been firmly rooted into the trees below.

But the current Su style is like wind, like water, like a fairy who stands in a troubled world without being stained with dust.

Can you roughly say which Soviet style is the correct Soviet style?

They have their own understanding and interpretation.

Then each show their means, each show their magical powers, persuade others, and infect others!

Jiang Xing's performance not only attracted the attention of the actors and staff of the crew, but also attracted the attention of some tourists.

But most of these lay tourists are of course impossible to say something, they just stand outside to watch and find it interesting; while those actors who have entered the door will whisper to each other: "It feels very natural... It's obviously not a very shocking scene, but it can still catch the audience's attention..."

"Yeah, I can't put it into words—it just looks very comfortable..."

These discussions were finally interrupted by Wang An's crisp applause.

The director standing next to him nodded and clapped his hands, obviously very satisfied with Jiang Xing's current state.

But what he didn't know, and what no one else in the world knew, was that at this moment, Jiang Xing was looking at the black hole in the "Su-style Biography" on the system page that was approaching double digits. Found that it’s unbelievable’ tone and dialogue with 0021: [Others are reality is too cruel to escape into the virtual world, I am the virtual world is too cruel to pack up a little self-confidence from reality...]

He thought helplessly:

This style of painting is also drunk!