Global Film Emperor

Chapter 277 Seminar

"Hey, get up! Open the door, open the door! What are you doing?! You scared me half to death! A grown man like you putting on a face mask first thing in the morning? Are you crazy?!"

Thanks to Lu Ze's elderly lifestyle, after waking up at around 6 a.m., Lu Ze went to wake up Song Guiyuan next door. He was startled when he opened the door.

If you apply it at night, that's fine; how many people in this industry don't take care of their skin? But what are you doing with that white, unsightly stuff on your face first thing in the morning?
"Health preservation, do you understand health preservation? I didn't sleep well last night, and I don't know why I have such dark circles under my eyes this morning. I need to take care of them right away. Hey~ don't just stand there, hand me the toner from my suitcase."

"This? You're not going to be on camera today, is it worth all this effort? If you ask me, if you're not going to be on camera, just go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow morning, it will definitely be more effective than applying a face mask now."

Song Guiyuan took off the face mask and threw it into the trash can. Just as he picked up his razor, he heard Lu Ze's words and leaned against the bathroom door, puzzled, and said something.

"Now I finally understand why you're getting rougher and rougher. Do you think you can get away with skincare by cramming at the last minute? You have to be consistent, you know? No, you're not being self-aware, didn't your assistant remind you?"

"No, I've been without a care since I got home after filming. Do you have a lighter? I think someone took my lighter last night after dinner. I don't need yours anymore. Found it, isn't this my lighter?"

Lu Ze put his feet up on the coffee table, lit a cigarette, and looked out the window. The weather was pretty good today. The city's environmental protection had been quite good in recent years, and there were hardly any days with poor air quality throughout the year. The sky was a clear, bright blue, which was a pleasant sight.

Five minutes later, Song Guiyuan finished packing his things, and the two went downstairs to the restaurant for a quick breakfast. The two men ate very quickly. They left the hotel at 6:55, but it took them a long time to find their bicycles. After that, the two rode their bicycles through the traffic and arrived at Jinxiu Media ten minutes later.

After entering the small rehearsal room arranged yesterday, Lu Ze poured himself a cup of hot water and brewed chrysanthemum and goji berries. In this small room of less than ten square meters, he reviewed the script, occasionally closing his eyes and reading it aloud with body language.

Lu Ze has an exceptionally good memory; otherwise, he wouldn't have consistently ranked in the top three in humanities subjects during high school. Although memory typically declines after the age of twenty-five, Lu Ze hasn't noticed any issues with it.

Since receiving the script, he has been able to memorize the entire line. As long as someone can provide the dialogue, he basically doesn't need to recall it; he can just open his mouth and start the next line.

Furthermore, Lu Ze had never felt his emotions so full before, so full that they were about to overflow. Even just a single line of dialogue would make him unable to control his tear ducts, and he would have an urge to cry. He even had to consciously control his words and actions to avoid overdoing it and losing his composure.

This is different from Lin Qin. Although Lu Ze understands that kind of despair and is very empathetic, what makes Lu Ze empathize is only the illness itself, not Lin Qin or the background story.

But this script is different. Wang Jian himself and his backstory are too similar to Lu Ze in the system course, as if he is trying to recreate the course. No, there are still some differences.

Lu Ze knew who was behind this emotion, but he didn't stop it because this emotion was indeed very helpful for filming and was under control, posing no danger to Lu Ze himself.

I unscrewed the water glass, gently blew on the chrysanthemum tea, took a sip, but it was still too hot to drink, so I gave up, screwed the lid back on, picked up the glass, and went out to meet in the large rehearsal room, since it was already eight o'clock.

I greeted the seniors who were there. Last night's dinner was quite useful; at least we got to know each other better, which made it easier to get along.

Tang Renxuan sat in the chair, and Lu Ze reached out his index finger and flicked his chin. The boy was lost in thought, and his chin bumped into his upper teeth with a thud. He looked at Lu Ze, looking completely bewildered, and Lu Ze patted his head in response.

The three directors entered the rehearsal room on time, followed by another interviewer from the previous interview. Lu Ze now knew what he did: his name was Wang Wenli, and he was the screenwriter for the play.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's begin. First up, Lao Ge and Qiu Yue, you two go first. The rest of you, if you want to find fault, let's make it clear that whoever gets the most criticism will treat us to dinner tonight. I know a place that serves Buddha Jumps Over the Wall that's really good. I can eat three bowls myself. It'll cost at least 20,000 yuan for one meal. So, to avoid being ripped off, everyone, be serious."

Of course, this was just a joke. Ge Yunzheng and Zhang Qiuyue, who were called upon, also joked that He Ruikuan wasn't afraid of his nose bleeding from eating. They got up, put the script on the chair, and walked in front of everyone to begin the first performance.

Lu Ze watched the two perform intently, and gradually, his interest was piqued. He even felt a little itchy to try his hand at it, wishing he could join them for a match.

Zhang Qiuyue and Lu Ze are both second-level actors, while Ge Yunzheng is a first-level actor. It is normal for the acting skills of second-level actors to be inferior to those of first-level actors, but there are exceptions. After all, in addition to qualifications, there is indeed an unwritten requirement for evaluating actors of different levels, namely age.

Although heroes have emerged from among the young since ancient times, most circles in China still hold the attitude that "you can't do things well if you're young and inexperienced." No matter how superb a young actor's performance skills are, they will basically not receive the highest level of recognition among actors. This is also an important reason why Lu Ze was not rated as a first-class actor.

This is like leveling up in a game. Time is experience. The more experience you gain, the older you get. When your experience points are full, you will naturally level up.

These max-level players, though old, are undeniably formidable, possessing extensive performance experience and a profound professional cultural background.

Leaving Zhang Qiuyue aside for now, let's talk about Ge Yunzheng. As soon as he started acting, he immediately got into character. His eyelids drooped slightly, and his demeanor changed instantly. The rhythm of his speech was also altered, giving the first impression of the character he was playing as a coward.

His performance was remarkably concise and to the point, directly addressing the character's core personality. Even those unfamiliar with the industry could recognize him at a glance; he was truly a master among masters. After the two finished their performance, it was time for everyone to find fault. Ge Yunzheng really had nothing to criticize. Although it wasn't a real filming, he acted as if it were, and there were no obvious flaws.

Zhang Qiuyue actually made a minor mistake, possibly because she wasn't very familiar with the lines. One part of her speech lacked tension, likely due to a brief moment of forgetting her lines. Although she quickly connected the lines without pausing, the impact was lost.

To the untrained eye, this was completely indistinguishable, and even seasoned professionals with mediocre acting skills couldn't find fault with it. But who among those present wasn't an expert in this art? When it came time to nitpick, they all smiled at Zhang Qiuyue, letting her expose her mistake and proactively admit it.

"Alright, next two, um. Lu Ze and Xiao Renxuan. Did Xiao Renxuan read the script last night?"

Tang Renxuan is cute and well-behaved, unlike other children his age who are mischievous. Who could dislike such a child? Even He Ruikuan speaks to him much more gently.

Tang's mother gently placed the child on the ground. Xiao Renxuan nodded to He Ruikuan before obediently walking in front of everyone. He wasn't nervous, which made everyone nod in approval. This child was well-behaved but not timid at all. It's just unknown whether he has a talent for acting. If he does have a natural flair for acting, then he's a top talent. If he doesn't go astray, he can achieve great things.

"Get ready, let's begin!"

For Lu Ze, getting into character and immersing himself in the role was child's play. He let go of the emotions in his heart, and instantly a wave of discomfort surged to the top of his head, more pungent than wasabi. Blood vessels appeared in Lu Ze's eyes at a visible speed, reflecting a crystalline light, and his body also adjusted, turning into the appearance of someone with polio.

This made everyone in the room raise their eyebrows. They were all amazed by how quickly Lu Ze got into character. You say you can cry in five seconds, and everyone in the room can do it. Crying in three seconds is probably not a big problem either, but try crying in one second.
Moreover, his body posture changes very quickly. One second Lu Ze is normal, the next he blinks and opens his eyes, and he becomes contorted. This is much more difficult than Ge Yunzheng's ability to get into character instantly.

His breathing gradually became heavy, and Lu Ze tried hard to control his tears so that they wouldn't flow out. Right now, his eyes were half full of tears, just enough to swirl around in them; if they flowed out, it would be too much.

Lu Ze opened his lips, his saliva sticky, drawing a line between his upper and lower lips. Suddenly, he took a big step and rushed to Tang Renxuan with a twisted gait.

Xiao Renxuan seemed startled. He hadn't even gotten into character yet when Lu Ze rushed over. He was momentarily stunned and clearly lost focus. But you can't blame him. After all, the child is so young. Even if he's talented, he can't keep up with Lu Ze's pace. Otherwise, he wouldn't be a genius, he'd be a monster. You can only blame Lu Ze for getting into character too quickly, not giving Xiao Renxuan any time to react, and then kneeling down on one knee in front of him.

"what"

When grief and excitement reach their peak, people become speechless. Lu Ze just opened his mouth slightly, carefully and quickly looking Xiao Renxuan up and down. At this moment, the floodgates opened, and the tears that had been held back in his eyes finally flowed down. Moreover, the speed at which they fell was very fast. Following the tear tracks on his face, it was as if he had boarded a high-speed train, dripping and dripping onto the ground.

Lu Ze hadn't forgotten to control his mouth; a wisp of saliva trickled from the corner of his lips, a tear-inducing sensation that tugged at everyone's heartstrings, making them feel incredibly choked up.

"Xi'er, Xi'er, it's your dad! Do you recognize me? Let's go home, you naughty child, I thought you were dead."

Lu Ze placed his hands on Xiao Renxuan's little face, making him look at him directly. Then he wiped away the tears on his face with his right hand. Snot always flowed out with the tears, which Lu Ze also wiped away with the back of his hand. It looked a bit dirty, but this scene, which might be a vulgar joke in a comedy, now seemed particularly sad.

Xiao Renxuan was still staring blankly at Lu Ze, which made Lu Ze unable to continue the conversation, so he could only urge him again.

"Say something! I'm your dad, say something!"

Repeated urging had no effect. Then Tang Renxuan's smiling face crumpled, his small lips pursed, and tears fell. Lu Ze's acting was so powerful that it moved him to tears as well.
"Wow!!!"

The tears fell just as fast as Lu Ze's. Lu Ze didn't know what to do either. This time, if the director didn't call "cut," he couldn't continue acting. He could only kneel down on one knee and comfort the child.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Uncle will apologize to you, okay? Don't cry, don't cry."

Little Renxuan wrapped his little arms around Lu Ze's neck and cried so hard that Lu Ze had no choice but to look at Tang Ma to see if she had any solutions.

But then he saw Song Guiyuan quietly give a thumbs up, clearly praising Lu Ze's inhuman performance, but he only got a glare from Lu Ze in return.

"That bastard."

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(End of this chapter)