C3

Cheng Xirong started filming when he was 15. At that time, the company would send an assistant to sleep with him when he ran the notice. At the age of 21, he received his first movie star. It was only then that everyone realized that the child who would sneak out in the middle of the night to look for a game arcade had grown up.

Only then did he have the space to be independent. He could not wait to enjoy this freedom. Even after living together with Feng Yi, his territorial awareness was still very strong. After a few moves, there would always be a space for him in the house.

Now that he had returned to the collective life as Pann Nanxing, everything had returned to its original point. He had to start all over again from here. Cheng Xirong looked at the person in the mirror and finally had a chance to examine the leather bag. Currently, it was the only thing that he had left in his hands.

After a long period of patience and retreat, this young man's face was filled with cowardice. His body was weak and thin, and his aura had been weakened. Facing the camera, this was something that could easily be suppressed. It was also because of this that he messed up his previous few chance of audition.

Fortunately, he could still swipe his face card. Cheng Xirong had to admit that this mask was even more shameless than his original face … Much more exquisite.

Exquisite was the most accurate method. His face was slapped, his chin was slightly raised, and his jaw line was smooth. This was the most photogenic of faces. He had big eyes and thin lips, a straight nose, and a perfect proportion of the eyes. They were exceptionally malleable.

Hidden in weakness was such a face. At first glance, he did not seem to have any special characteristics, which was not as intuitive and obvious as Hee Yiming's sunny and healthy look. However, when he carefully savored the taste, he felt that he could disguise himself as anything.

One needed to cultivate the aura to a certain degree of experience and be able to perfectly integrate it into the body. On the other hand, face value was something that was given by the heavens. At the very least, he wouldn't need to put on a mask and turn stiff. Cheng Xirong was quite satisfied with the current situation.

After taking a bath, there wasn't much time left. The role selection test was conducted in the school's auditorium. When Cheng Xirong arrived, there were already a few groups of people gathered inside and they were chatting together.

The background of Xie Zhiying's movie was the Film and Television Academy. They talked about the five students with different personalities. When they first entered the entertainment circle, everyone chose a different path and went their separate ways, leading a different life.

When this kind of setting was applied to students, the sense of substitution was quite strong. However, Cheng Xirong was already 37 when he filmed the last movie. He was still in his early teens after the transition period. Occasionally, there would be a school melodrama, and they were also acting the students' teachers.

He didn't look old, but he had a little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. However, after being in the entertainment circle for more than twenty years and their mental states had risen to a certain level, it was difficult for them to return to their original state. It would take a lot of adjustment to get back to acting the part of a twenty-something student.

Cheng Xirong found a corner to sit down and thought about the few messages in the email. He was able to see more information and more information from those introductions. He closed his eyes and tried to get himself into shape.

A voice in his ear interrupted his thoughts.

"Stop it, I cried all night yesterday. Look at me, my eyes are still swollen. It's going to affect the effects of the audition later! "

"This is too unexpected …" Do you think that's true? That's Cheng Xirong! How could something have happened to him? "

"The director said that the double wasn't feeling well, so he went up personally. "Feng Yi also agreed to that."

"Speaking of Feng Yi, have you seen the recent photos posted on the entertainment website? His entire being has become haggard, and he has aged ten years in an instant! "

"What's going on? I read a story about a car that blew up and burned to the ground. No one dared to go up there. It was Feng Yi who dragged him out with a torch. Feng Yi was so mad that he didn't even let go. He couldn't even stop Feng Yi. "That's true. The sky is about to collapse."

"Of course. It had been so many years, almost ten years, right? He had always doted on Cheng Xirong and treated Boss Cheng as his precious baby. Now … "Sigh …"

Cheng Xirong's forehead jumped as well. His brain felt as if it was pierced by a needle and was in sharp pain. He swallowed and sat without moving, listening to the people talking about him and Feng Yi as if he were a real bystander.

It wasn't until Xie Zhiying arrived with his assistant that the students stopped talking and gathered forward. Cheng Xirong swayed as he stood up, barely managing to steady himself as he stood there and took a deep breath. Hee Yiming had just come in, too, and was looking at him from two rows away, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "Chicken, go back to bed as soon as possible."

Cheng Xirong ignored him and walked past him, not even sparing him a glance. Hee Yiming was obviously infuriated by this disregard. He followed closely behind Cheng Xirong, bowed and said in a low voice, "You better think about it, if you can't choose, do you want to kneel down and serve me tea, or —"

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Xirong was already standing in front of another student. That student turned around and glanced at him: "Oh, Yiming, you just arrived?"

Hee Yiming: "..."

The teachers' organization in the department divided the students into six groups, five people in each group, and stood in a row. Xie Zhiying sat in the first row and nodded to indicate that they can start. His assistant gave simple instructions for the student to do the most basic emotional expression.

Cheng Xirong was in the fifth group. When he saw the performance of the other twenty people, he secretly shook his head. Xie Zhiying also had an unhappy expression. When it was the fifth group's turn, he seemed to be slightly impatient.

Cheng Xirong closed his eyes and let out a breath before opening his eyes again, calmly looking straight ahead.

The assistant said, "You'll be attending the wedding of your ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend."

Cheng Xirong turned around and waited for a moment with his back to Xie Zhiying. Three seconds later, he turned back.

His face was still calm. The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smile, but his tension was very tight. In the blink of an eye, there was no change at all. His right eye was bright and teary, suppressing his smile. He paused, his back straight, his limbs stiff, and took two steps forward before the tear dropped.

His eyes were wide open. Only tears could be seen running down his face.

The assistant was stunned for a moment. Xie Zhiying took over the conversation and continued, "I got it!"

Cheng Xirong wiped the tears off his face with his thumb and let out a breath. Then, he regained his composure.

He made a gesture of reaching for something, then looked down at his palm. Only after a full ten seconds did he raise his head, pursed his lips, and looked down again. This time, he watched for a long time. When he did, he gently rubbed his foot against Xie Zhiying and turned his head to the side. His facial expression appeared in front of Xie Zhiying.

He bit a bit of his lower lip with his canine teeth, pursed his lips, and gave a restrained smile. With curved eyebrows, Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes. After looking at the surroundings, his gaze returned to his palms. Only then did he let out a carefree smile.

Innocent and innocent, with a hint of complacency and cunning.

Xie Zhiying stood up excitedly and shouted: "Come here! The little man in the white shirt, come here! "