I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

"Ah—" Jiao Zhengqing covered his head in pain and let out a short scream.

Hong Zeyu lowered his eyes, stared at his face for a few seconds, then suddenly stepped on his chest, clenched the knife in his hand, and slowly bent down.

The light shone on the knife, flashing a dazzling silver light.

The boy got closer and closer, and the expression on his face became colder.

Jiao Zhengqing seemed to smell the smell of death. The sense of fear revived his weak limbs after being soaked in alcohol. Regardless of the sharp pain in the back of his head and chest, he hugged Hong Zeyu's feet tightly, trying to drag him down.

Hong Zeyu was caught off guard, and his whole figure shook.

Jiao Zhengqing was overjoyed, and was about to make persistent efforts when the boy in front of him suddenly knelt down on the ground, and before he could react, he raised the knife in his hand high and aimed at his heart and stabbed it hard.

"Puff", the sharp blade cut through the flesh, and let out a chilling tremor.

Blood quickly stained half of Jiao Zhengqing's chest red.

"Uh...uh..." The severe pain spread from the heart to the limbs, straight to the brain, Jiao Zhengqing flicked his body vigorously like a stranded fish.

"You, you...why...you..." He couldn't breathe, his eyes were fixed on Hong Zeyu.

With an indifferent expression, Hong Zeyu pulled out the knife from his chest, "呵", a small stream of blood spattered on his face.

Beads of blood slid down the eyelids, a few droplets hung on the eyelashes, and the rest slid down, blurred and stained half of the face.

He didn't answer Jiao Zhengqing's words, he didn't even seem to feel the itch on his face, he raised the knife and stabbed it hard again.

"puff--"

This time, Jiao Zhengqing only violently straightened his body a few times, and even screamed, then he shook violently and stopped moving.

His eyes were wide open, unrepentant.

Hong Zeyu looked at his disheveled face, which had been devoid of emotion, and suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth.

He stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom.

His hands were hanging on both sides of his thighs, and he held the knife in his left hand, while his right hand trembled slightly.

This part ends here.

But Nan Yirong maintained this posture for a long time, but he didn't hear Chen Xin call out.

He was wondering in his heart, thinking whether to continue acting, when Chen Xin behind him yelled "ka".

Nan Yirong let out a long breath and relaxed.

His face was covered in plasma, he roughly wiped his face with his hands, and immediately a field manager came up to hand him a wet tissue, Nan Yirong thanked him, and went to Chen Xin with Jiao Zhengqing who was also wiping his clothes with a tissue .

Chen Xin didn't say anything or look at them, but just stared at the screen in front of him.

Nan Yirong looked at his face, unable to distinguish good from bad.

After a long while, Chen Xin finally raised his head. He looked at the distressed appearance of the two of them, and after saying "hard work", he cast his eyes on Nan Yirong and said, "After Jiao Zhengqing's death, your The laugh and the shaking of the right hand at the end are not in the script, so tell me, why did you add these two details?"

Nan Yirong observed his expression, saw that he was not showing any signs of expression, and wondered if he was angry for a while.

In the 29th century, he worked with many directors, and he knew that the most taboo of some directors was that actors added details outside the script without permission.

He wasn't sure if Chen Xin was this type, if so, then he might have to start over.

"The script shows Hong Zeyu's cold-blooded killing, but I think he is a student who is not yet an adult, and his motive for killing is also for his sister, so besides the cold-bloodedness, there should also be the relief of helping his sister solve the bad guys, as well as killing him. The fear behind people is in line with the character's heart. I don't think the character is three-dimensional enough to show his cold blood."

Chen Xin thought about what he said, tapped his fingers on the table, and finally said in a deep thought: "Well, let's go through the script again, and then we will cut which part after seeing the effect in the later stage. What do you think?"

The director was the biggest, and the two actors nodded without saying anything.

The two took a step according to the script, and shot a few more clips, and it was noon when they were busy.

Chen Xin checked the filmed content carefully, and felt that there was nothing missing, so he mercifully waved the two of them away.

After the filming this morning, there is nothing wrong with Nan Yirong. In the afternoon and evening, the protagonist group will be involved in the case. It will be the next night that Nan Yirong will be notified as a family member of the scene.

This scene was originally set to last no more than 5 minutes, but because Zhao Bowen played a policeman who notified his family, he abruptly extended the scene by 5 minutes. In this way, Nan Yirong can be regarded as a winner , a few more lines.

However, Nan Yirong didn't have too much expectation, Zhao Bowen's acting skills are outstanding, and it will definitely be difficult to perform tomorrow's scene.

It's useless to think about what's going to happen tomorrow, Nan Yirong went to the lunch box under the sun.

The place to put the meals was a tent temporarily set up in the corner of the studio. When Nan Yirong approached, many people had already come out with packed lunches, but there was still a long queue in front of the dining table.

Nan Yirong stood at the back of the line, following the noisy flow of people, advancing bit by bit.

The weather was hot, and when it was almost his turn, he was drenched in sweat.

When it was his turn, the manager in charge of delivering meals narrowed his eyes, looked him up and down, and suddenly smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, you came too late, the meal is gone."

Nan Yirong paused, stared at him and said nothing, the foam boxes at the foot of the field manager were full of packed lunches, now telling him there are no more packed lunches, do you think he is blind?

Seeing that he was only staring at himself but not speaking, the field manager felt a little pressure for no reason.

But thinking of the benefits that Zhang Bowen's assistant promised him would get after the completion of the matter, his tone hardened again, "The lunch boxes in those boxes are not for you to eat, they will all be delivered to the lead actor and director later."

Nan Yirong sneered: "There are only a few of them, and they eat so much?"

His expression was sarcasm, and the scene manager frowned unhappily. He was one of those old people who followed Fatty Wang, and he was also responsible for all kinds of food expenses for the crew. It's polite, how dare this little-known rookie actor speak to him in such a tone?

Thinking about it, he got a little angry, and shouted loudly: "You don't care how much they eat, anyway, today is without your meal! Let me tell you, I have bought all the meals for the crew these few months, and I said that without you the meal is Without your meal, if you are dissatisfied, you can go directly to Mr. Wang and get rid of me!"

Nan Yirong's brows and eyes were a little cold, it is true that there are all kinds of employees as there are bosses.

He stared at the scene in front of him, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard soft footsteps from behind, followed by a gentle male voice, "What's the matter? I watched from a distance just now, and you two seemed to be arguing, what happened?" something wrong?"

Nan Yirong turned around and saw that it was Du Haichao who spoke for him earlier.

The man changed his shirt and trousers this time, making him a little more bookish.

When he was talking, he stared at Nan Yirong, obviously wanting to hear Nan Yirong's answer.

The field manager next to him raised his face with a smile, stepped in abruptly, and said flatteringly, "Oh, Brother Du, why are you here in person? Where's your assistant Xiaolan?"

"Xiao Lan is not feeling well today." Facing him, Du Haichao said calmly with his usual expression.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. The little girl Xiaolan didn't know how to call me. It's such a hot day that Brother Du made such a trip."

Du Haichao smiled politely, and went to look at Nan Yirong again: "What happened just now, did you quarrel with the field manager?"

He seemed amused when he said this, "Why are you arguing with others every time I see you?"

Seeing his familiar smile, Nan Yirong was not used to it, and took a step back to distance herself.

Seeing Du Haichao's posture, the field manager next to him rolled his eyes and rushed to say: "No quarrel, no quarrel, I just teased this kid and said that the meal was gone, but he took it seriously and became impatient with me."

The ability to open his eyes and tell lies is perfect, Nan Yirong glanced at him, the field manager smiled at him, bent down and took out two boxes of lunch, and handed them to them courteously.

After these few words, Du Haichao also knew what happened, but Nan Yirong didn't say anything, and he didn't expose it. He took both boxes of lunch from the field manager, smiled at Nan Yirong and said: " Give me a face and have a meal with Du Ge?"

Three days later, the two still had to film a rivalry scene, and Nan Yirong did not refuse.

The crew gave a long break at noon, so Du Haichao took Nan Yirong back to his room.

He is the leading actor, and the room he lives in is several times more upscale than Nan Yirong's. It's still a suite with a small living room.

The two sat down in the small living room, and Du Haichao helped him remove the chopsticks, and even reached out to help him open the lid.

Nan Yirong was awkward for a while, and stopped him from opening the lid by himself.

Du Haichao shook his head with a smile, "Why are you being polite to me? You are still young, so Du Ge should take care of you."

Nan Yirong bowed his head to pick up the rice, but didn't respond.

Du Haichao also bowed his head to eat.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of soft chewing.

After a while, seeing that Nan Yirong was almost done eating, Du Haichao also put down his chopsticks and said, "Chen Xin sent me the scene you just played, and your performance was really good, which made me feel good about the scene three days later. Looking forward to the rivalry."

"Thank you." Nan Yirong lowered his head and packed the lunch box.

Du Haichao stared at him, slender and fair, and suddenly asked softly, "Are you related to Director Hu?"

Nan Yirong glanced at him, not knowing what he meant, but Du Haichao looked at him with a smile on his face unchanged.

"No." Nan Yirong shook his head.

Du Haichao seemed relieved, and then he quietly began to inquire about Nan Yirong's family background.

Nan Yirong replied perfunctorily at first, but later became impatient and kept his mouth shut.

Seeing this, Du Haichao smiled again. He stretched out his hand to touch Nan Yirong's head. Nan Yirong felt uncomfortable, so he hid aside, looked up at him, and said bluntly, "Mr. Du, what do you mean by that?" ?”

Du Haichao didn't care even if he felt empty. Hearing his question, he evoked a smile with an unknown meaning: "What do you think I mean?"