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Xie Zhiying's expression was too agitated, and even a little out of control. It startled the surrounding people, causing them to look towards the direction of his finger. This was completely within Cheng Xirong's expectations, so he calmly stood there, accepting the scrutiny of those people. His attitude suddenly changed.

The faculty teacher looked back in disbelief and shouted doubtfully, "Pann Nanxing? This... Director Xie, is there a problem? "

Xie Zhiying slapped his forehead and stamped his feet: "This is too big of a problem! Little classmate, what's your name? "Come here, come here."

Cheng Xirong walked over and Xie Zhiying directly held his hand, pressing him down on the first row, "You should sit down first. We will discuss in detail after selecting the others."

These words were said so lightly that everyone present heard it. Their faces were all radiant. Generally, the casting audition will go through at least two rounds, with the addition of three or four more times to study and adjust the actors. If it was a new student in the school, there would still be a long period of time before he could get along with her. It was just two emotive expressions, and in less than five minutes, he had already decided on a placing?

Was it still Pann Nanxing, the chick that got nervous the moment he saw the camera?

How is this possible!? If it was Hee Yiming's words, everyone would still be willing to believe it. This Pann Nanxing was really unacceptable!

Even the teacher of the department hesitated. He walked quickly to Xie Zhiying's side and asked in a low voice, "Director Xie, this Pann, has it been decided?"

Xie Zhiying rubbed his hands and blushed: "Him!"

"No, didn't you say there was a problem?"

Separated by the armrest of the seat, Xie Zhiying patted Cheng Xirong's shoulder and said, "I'm worried right now. If we're talking about newbies, then it's impossible to compete with Pann."

The faces of the remaining people became even more unsightly. Cheng Xirong found Hee Yiming's direction, slightly raised his chin, and raised the corner of his eyes. Hee Yiming's hand clenched into a fist as his knuckles turned white. It was clear that his heart was in a frenzy.

Actually, Cheng Xirong wasn't too satisfied with this result. After all, he was not using his own body right now. Many body language and facial expressions would be slightly inadequate. There was still a long way to go between the camera's effect and what he wanted.

It was only enough to fool the people present.

Cheng Xirong's shoulder was slapped until it hurt. He retracted his gaze and slightly adjusted his sitting posture. He raised his head and smiled at the faculty teacher. One of them was smiling with some shyness and shyness. He was a bit weak, but so weak that it made one's heart ache. With that being the case, the blame would be hard to voice out. The department teacher's words circled around his mouth and added another flavor, "I'm a little worried about Pann's health. I'm afraid that if he enters the group, he won't be able to handle it. "However, it's his fortune that Director Xie favors him."

Xie Zhiying's expression changed and looked back at Cheng Xirong: "What? What's wrong with your body? "

The faculty was paving the way for the people behind them …

Cheng Xirong still had a faint smile on his face as he said in a low voice: "I had an operation before, but it's fine now. "Oh yeah, if I take off my clothes, the scar might affect the camera."

Xie Zhiying laughed, "You dare to take it off?"

"Service shot. "I'm just afraid that Director Xie doesn't like my ribs."

Xie Zhiying pointed at him with his index finger and said to the teacher, "Look at this kid, how does it sound like something a student can say? I wouldn't believe it even if you said that he's an old fox from the circle! "

The department teacher teased, "Students in this field are more intelligent than students in the past. There are quite a few good seedlings. "Pann is one. There are a few who have already participated in the performance.

Only then was the audition able to continue. Cheng Xirong sat beside Director Xie in peace, pondering each person's body and expression. Seeing Hee Yiming's performance, he secretly gave a bit of stingy praise.

From a professional's perspective, Hee Yiming indeed had the qualifications to be mad. His performance is clearly different from the students around him, have tension, rendering strong feelings, face the lens is "outstanding", very easy to be caught. This was a personality factor based on talent. Being able to easily suppress someone of the same level during the early stages of the performance, it would also make it easier for him to rise above others.

In the past, Cheng Xirong had entered the showbiz and walked the same path.

Only after Xie Zhiying saw Hee Yiming did he concentrate. He pointed him out and told him to wait at the side. After one round, four people were selected. Cheng Xirong still sat beside Xie Zhiying to enjoy the privilege, the other three people did a few simulations and finally only Hee Yiming was left.

A few of the well-liked students didn't get selected. The department teacher forced a smile and casually said, "When Director Xie needs to perform in a group, just say it."

Xie Zhiying said politely, "Actually, there are a few people who are not bad, but compared to Pann, they are still a little lacking."

Praise was only for Pann Nanxing, and Hee Yiming was still standing there, unaccompanied. The faculty teacher gave Hee Yiming a meaningful look. Hee Yiming's eyes turned cold as he patted Pann Nanxing's back. "I didn't know that before! Nanxing, you're hiding your power! "

Cheng Xirong replied with a complete disregard.

While Xie Zhiying was turning around to talk to his assistant, Hee Yiming grabbed Cheng Xirong's neck and brought him to his side. Hee Yiming was a tall and sturdy man. He stood behind Cheng Xirong, bent down slightly and put his head on Cheng Xirong's neck. Are you usually playing with us? "

Cheng Xirong was strangled to the point where he couldn't even breathe. Sticky hot breath sprayed behind his ears, making him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. He struggled to twist his body and was immediately suppressed by Hee Yiming. He could only raise his hand to grab Hee Yiming's arm.

The two stayed in a deadlock for a moment. Xie Zhiying had already turned back and said happily, "You two brothers have a good relationship with each other!"

Hee Yiming nodded, "We went out to swim together in the morning."

Cheng Xirong added, "I also made a bet."

Hee Yiming could feel the elbow on his neck pull back. Before choking himself, he stiffly let go of his hand. Cheng Xirong took a breath of fresh air and rubbed his chest. He raised his head and looked at Hee Yiming: "And you lost."

Hee Yiming waved his hand in annoyance: "Got it, got it!" What do you want? "

Cheng Xirong: "You just have to admit that you lost."

Hee Yiming refused to give up: "I admit defeat, I admit my punishment. "Don't hold Joe, hurry up and say what conditions you want."

Cheng Xirong really did not hold Qiao Qiao in high regard. He really did not care to bargain with a teenage student. Plus, if he said something now, could Hee Yiming get it? He was used to big scenes, and eating and dressing were always the best. He was not on the same level as a student at all.

Hee Yiming didn't wait for a response and nodded: "Ok, I owe you one. Just say it when you want it." "Director Xie as a witness."

What's the point of keeping your word in a place like this... Can't you straighten your spine before you push people into the water?

Cheng Xirong said, "Up to you." Then he turned around and started to talk to Wu Tie, who was watching the show, about the gossip. After talking for a while, the assistant picked up a phone call. He called Xie Zhiying from behind and handed the phone over while holding it.

Xie Zhiying frowned as he heard the other party's words. After hanging up, he said, "Tomorrow, I will bring the character newbie and the confidentiality agreement over. Take a look and consider signing the contract. I have something to take care of right now, so I'll be leaving first. "

With that, he hurriedly left. The assistant quickly followed and whispered, "About the memorial service?"

His voice floated into Cheng Xirong's ears. He held a corner of the box and exhaled slowly.

I wonder how many people in this world can participate in my memorial service?