It turns out that idols also have a crush on me [entertainment circle]

Liang Yuanxing came back from Zhao Boli's studio and immediately went to the school library to change shifts. After "Reverse Journey" started filming, he could no longer work part-time. He wanted to save more money while he was still in Yanjing.

There is a green tin box at the front desk of the library, which is used to temporarily store magazines and periodicals returned by students.But today, the box was full of light-colored envelopes, and the envelopes were neatly arranged.

The classmate who took over from him pointed to the tin box, envious and bitter: "I heard that the big star is going to work in the library these days, and many girls have come to send love letters."

Liang Yuanxing: "..."

It is extremely difficult to earn money today. Every few minutes, people come to him to strike up a conversation and even ask for his autograph, as if getting his autograph and keeping it back will increase in value.He didn't even want to read the lines in the script in his spare time, for fear that someone would stand silently in front of him and glance at the content of the script.

Liang Yuanxing had no choice but to watch it when he got home.

Isn't it just to practice a few pages of lines?

What he is best at is being cruel to himself.

He watched several classic films, pondered the cadence of the lines, read the script until his mouth was dry, and listened to his own recordings over and over again.

But the more he listened to it, the worse he felt. The innocent and transparent soul of the young man in the script should not be tired, but his clear voice has already become muddy and hoarse.

How could his cramming practice be comparable to others' years of practice?

Only a few days away from filming.

Liang Yuanxing slumped on the bed, hoping that his physical and mental exhaustion would take him to sleep.

He played Zhao Boli's album, but when he closed his eyes, the deep voice that had made him sleep peacefully for so many years was suddenly no longer warm.

Zhao Boli recognized his performance in the audition and comforted him so that he would not be affected, but after the filming officially started, would he let him down?

Unreal voices filled his mind, causing waves of dull pain.As if someone said to him——

"Your lines are too bad."

"You don't deserve the role."

"You and we are not from the same world."

It was all the pressure brought to him by He Qi's provocation during the day.

A couple of eszopiclone tablets didn't help.

It was getting brighter, but he still opened his bloodshot eyes.

Liang Yuanxing slept twice in five days, and when he flew to the film and television city, his mind was blurred, only the characters remained.

The wrinkled script was lying in the bag, with highlighter marks all over it.

He wanted to take advantage of the time on the plane to refresh himself, but the noise in his ears made him unable to open his eyes countless times.

I don't know if it's because God is particularly attached to his face, no matter how upside down his routine is, his eyes are only red, and there are no bruises under his eyes.But bloodshot eyes are enough to scare others.

He thought to himself, seeing Zhao Boli again, how could he be more embarrassed than last time?

Liang Yuanxing was used to insomnia, the less energetic he was, the more lively he behaved, so that no one could see anything unusual.Several leading actors had already chatted with him when they were reading the script. After meeting again, each of them gave him a hug, and walked together laughing and laughing.

Han Zizhen asked him: "Do you look like a group favorite surrounded by us like this?"

"Aren't you all around me because I talk the most?"

You don't have to tell jokes to create a sense of humor, just enough self-deprecation.Except for the heroine Yao Xiang who was already serious and introverted, everyone was amused by him.

"Group Pet" is actually not very familiar with other people, and he is the ninth leading actor, so he was assigned a room alone.This saved him from pretending to be fine in front of others, and he lay down relieved.

Insomnia is a lonely disaster.

Liang Yuanxing turned off the lights, closed the curtains, and poured out the new prescription medicine just prescribed by the doctor.

The doctor said: [You are still so young, and you have developed resistance to many kinds of drugs. If the problem is not resolved after taking this bottle, I suggest you take long-term psychological treatment. 】

He thought, there were already signs of recovery, so how could there be a relapse?

After taking the medicine and playing music, as soon as the prelude to "Tianyue" sounded, Zhao Boli's face appeared in front of his eyes.

Far away in the sky, it seems to be in front of you.

He wanted Zhao Boli's approval too much.

……

Liang Yuanxing filmed the most emotional scene in the whole film on the first day he joined the group.The boy he played begged the heroine to save the male protagonist who was imprisoned wrongly, but the heroine was hesitant because of the hostile relationship between the family and the male protagonist.

When Liang Yuanxing was reading the script, he complained that this passage was supposed to show the deep love between the hero and heroine, but instead the heroine flinched, and all the highlights were given to the boy.

But at this moment, the seemingly cowardly boy and the seemingly chic heroine showed their other sides with flesh and blood.

Before the shooting of this scene, Yao Xiang's usual calm expression couldn't hold back: "...did you sleep yesterday?"

Liang Yuanxing got up early and looked in the mirror, knowing that the bloodshot eyes were too obvious, but it matched the character's state.

Liang Yuanxing smiled habitually, and did not forget to hide it: "He deliberately sleeps less, so he can get into the drama."

Yao Xiang had a rare smile: "Very serious."

Where is the seriousness?Obviously out of desperation.

Liang Yuanxing laughed at himself, and quickly entered the scene afterward, finishing the scene.

After suffering from insomnia for a few days, Liang Yuanxing was in a daze, with only a sliver of sobriety left, like a martial arts genius who went mad in a martial arts drama, only characters left in the whole world.

He could feel the pain and hesitation of the young man.Repetition of tedious exercises carved lines into his bones.

His voice echoed in the resplendent hall, accusing the heroine who ran away.

"He has the blood and tears of thousands of people..."

"He is our hope..."

"You get along with him day and night, don't you feel moved at all?!"

Yao Xiang paused, and almost missed the scene, but fortunately, the momentary shock was skillfully disguised as guilt and emotion.

"I do not know what to do."

Amid Yao Xiang's heavy sighs, the scene was over again.

Han Zizhen, who was waiting by the side, applauded them behind the camera, and Liang Yuanxing grabbed his shoulders as soon as he walked over.

"You're so good at acting, it's not easy to let Boli go through it once." After Han Zizhen praised Liang Yuanxing, he didn't forget to criticize Zhao Boli's strictness, "Last time it was a simple scene, and he asked me to shoot twenty pieces."

Zhao Boli said coldly, "You're not serious."

"..." Han Zizhen paused and smiled, "Who doesn't know that you are demanding."

Liang Yuanxing heard a bit of awkwardness from the harmonious conversation and dared not interrupt.

Yao Xiang returned to his expressionless face just after the performance, but he also walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Good acting, promising."

Everyone was praising Liang Yuanxing, but He Qi, who had ridiculed Liang Yuanxing, couldn't blend in at all, so he had to stand aside with a cold face.

Liang Yuanxing was actually guilty.

I'm lucky today, the character status matches my own.Tomorrow's scene is the youthful stage after being rescued by the hero, and he may collapse after suffering from insomnia for several days.

It was He Qi and Yao Xiang's turn to play each other next time, and Han Zizhen and Liang Yuanxing watched from the corner.

Liang Yuanxing quietly asked Han Zizhen: "Is Director Zhao really satisfied just now? He didn't say anything."

Han Zizhen: "If you are filming with him, you'd better pray that he doesn't say a word from the beginning to the end."

Soon, Liang Yuanxing understood.

The match between He Qi and Yao Xiang can only be described as frightening.

In a simple scene, because of He Qi's small mistake, Zhao Boli acted it out ten times, and Zhao Boli was merciless.

"Do you know how to read lines? Was it a waste to teach you the day you read the script? I'm here to make you film, not to teach you the basics of acting. You can't act even when you're sad?"

In fact, He Qi's first pass was okay, but not satisfactory.But with Liang Yuanxing Zhuyu in front, he couldn't pass the first time, and his mentality collapsed the second time, and his expression directly collapsed.

Liang Yuanxing watched from a distance, and felt that He Qi's chest was filled with anger that was about to explode.

"Then Director Zhao will guide you—"

Zhao Boli was unambiguous, and he came as soon as he said it.

He walked to the middle of the field, replaced He Qi and stood in front of Yao Xiang, only casting a look.

His lips were tightly closed, as if a thousand words were locked between his lips.He raised his head slightly, his affectionate eyes were at a loss, as if he had cut his heart out and gave it to the person in front of him, but it was crushed by his foot.

Liang Yuanxing came back to his senses, and found that his hands were clasped together nervously, his eyes were sore unconsciously, and he muttered: "Why doesn't he stop acting?"

Zhao Boli not only has a face that fascinates thousands of people, but also his acting skills are so subtle.

He has tried his best to play his role well, but it is still not as good as Zhao Boli's impromptu performance.

Han Zizhen smiled and said, "His fans ask that every day."

"I'm also a fan of him."

"It seems that people who are walking on the road these days are Boli's fans."

"It should be, he is so good, will anyone not like him?"

Han Zizhen was silent this time, and after a moment of silence, he showed an impeccable smile: "Don't talk too much."

Liang Yuanxing didn't know how to answer the words, but felt that Han Zizhen's eyes, which always made people feel refreshed, suddenly turned cold.

"Then... Teacher Han, do you know why he doesn't act?"

Han Zizhen smiled brightly: "Who knew? He has a very weird temper. He has won so many coveted awards, and suddenly one day he said that acting is boring, so he stopped acting."

……

In the evening, Liang Yuanxing took the script and knocked on Han Zizhen's door.

He cut to the chase: "Can Mr. Han teach me some lines skills?"

"I haven't seen you being so polite during the day, why are you suddenly so polite when you come to beg me?"

Liang Yuanxing smiled back and said, "It's as if I'm rude during the day."

"I mean you're especially hypocritical at night."

"Politeness is hypocrisy, I am so wronged."

After the two exchanged a few words, they got to the point.Han Zizhen doesn't have the airs of his predecessors, he is very kind and willing to teach him everything.After hearing this, Liang Yuanxing thanked him again and again, and even bowed a few times.

"Then I'll go back first and don't disturb Teacher Han's rest."

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Han Zizhen: "Wait a minute, did you bring your computer?"

"No."

"Where's the U disk?"

"nor."

"Bo Li's computer has more basic performance materials, which were used when teaching newcomers. I will lend you a USB flash drive, and you can go to him to make a copy."

"Thank you!" Seeing that Han Zizhen took out the USB flash drive from his computer bag, Liang Yuanxing was a little puzzled after being pleasantly surprised, "Is there any information in the computer, senior?"

It is really puzzling to take a USB flash drive with you when filming a scene.

"...The computer was flooded with water on the road, so it couldn't be used."

Everyone came here by plane, without passing through water.Han Zizhen has a kettle in his room, but there is no open cup, so it is not easy to spill water when drinking.

What a coincidence, just after he joined the group, his computer broke down?

The USB flash drive he handed over was ordinary in shape, with a tassel keychain hanging on it.Liang Yuanxing observed his expression, but didn't see anything.Han Zizhen is still as friendly, easy-going and enthusiastic as ever, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Zhao Boli's room was next door to Han Zizhen, Liang Yuanxing stood at the door and dared not go in, as if the room number of this room was a seal.

He was afraid.

He wouldn't mind if anyone in the production team and cast members said that his lines were too bad, even if they scolded him head and face.

He knows himself too well - if he knocks on the door and shows his weakness, and hears Zhao Boli's negation, he will close the door and practice repeatedly what he will shoot tomorrow, and then lose sleep all night.

Every day's play is important, and he finally got a new prescription from the doctor, so he can no longer sleep.

But apart from filming today, Zhao Boli hardly spoke.He is the fastest to finish, and he cherishes every minute and every second of getting along with him.

Liang Yuanxing raised his hand with difficulty and knocked on the door lightly.

No one answered, and his breathing became heavier and heavier in the quiet corridor.

He turned around to leave, but the door opened suddenly, and a burst of warm water vapor rushed towards his face.Zhao Boli was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was dripping with water, and his deep eyes looked down at him slightly.

The bathrobe is open, revealing a large area of ​​skin, and the powerful lines like sculpture can be seen faintly.

"Yes, yes, yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao..." Liang Yuanxing's cheeks were burning, and he took three steps back with his head lowered, completely speechless.

"Is something wrong?"

Liang Yuanxing was clearly still holding the script, with the tassel tape of the U disk wrapped around his fingers, but he couldn't remember what he was here for: "I... I came to ask for an autograph. You know I'm your fan, I also know you don't like autographs, but...but for the sake of cooperation..."

It's over, and I won't talk anymore.

Zhao Boli opened the door and beckoned him to come in.

"I don't sign blank papers, and neither does the script."

"it is good."

"Signed on your clothes?"

"it is good."

"behind?"

"it is good."

Liang Yuanxing was like an answering machine that only recorded "yes". He couldn't hear what Zhao Boli was saying, he could only hear his dreamy bass wandering around his ears, and the heat from the bathroom lingered around.

When he came back to his senses, Zhao Boli had already picked up the oil-based pen on the table and went around behind him, with his hands on his shoulders.

Liang Yuanxing hadn't been touched for a long time, so he shook slightly, and Zhao Boli said in a low voice, "Don't move."

The touch of the oil-based pen is neither light nor heavy, and the strokes cannot be seen connected together on the back to form Zhao Boli's name, as if Liang Yuanxing's brand has been imprinted on his back.

Zhao Boli's touch and closeness inexplicably aroused his courage.

"Mr. Zhao, do you think I can perform well today?"

He closed his eyes and waited for an answer, as if waiting for a verdict.

"good."

Liang Yuanxing heaved a sigh of relief, but then felt a little disappointed.

"Not bad" does not mean negation, but it does not count as approval either.

He boasted that Haikou would do better than the actors with professional background, but he was disturbed by insomnia, and he didn't even know how to perform tomorrow's play.

He plays a small supporting role, can Zhao Boli praise him full of praise after just a few days of filming?

If you don't face your shortcomings, you can never improve.

"Mr. Zhao, can you teach me how to read the lines?" Liang Yuanxing raised his head slightly and met Zhao Boli's gaze.

As soon as he asked the question, thinking of He Qi's experience during the day, he immediately regretted it.

Zhao Boli definitely hates people who are not proficient in acting, and even more hates that others ask him for guidance on the set if they haven't done their basic skills well.Ask yourself this, isn't it hitting the muzzle of the gun?

"No... It's okay if you don't teach. Teacher Han said that you have materials here. Can I copy a copy and go back to read it?"

But Zhao Boli picked up the hair dryer to dry the water droplets on his hair, took the script and sat on the bed while still wearing a bathrobe.

"Come here, I will teach you."