Huayu Entertainment: It was the young actress who took the initiative.

Over the next few days, Chen Mo pondered those two audition scenes over and over again.

Practice your eye contact in front of the bathroom mirror.

The phrase "expressive eyes" is indeed very useful.

He can now precisely control the emotions he wants to convey through his eyes.

Chen Mo stroked his chin, thinking that the terms provided by the system were indeed powerful.

……

At the same time, at a high-end medical aesthetic center on the East Third Ring Road in Beijing.

Yang Mi, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a camel-colored coat, walked into the VIP room.

Assistant Xiao Liu followed behind, carrying a bag in her hand.

"Sister Mi, Dr. Li is waiting."

"Um."

Yang Mi took off her sunglasses, revealing her bare face.

She feels her skin is in good condition lately, but she still needs to have her regular check-ups done.

This industry has ridiculously high standards for appearance; there's no room for carelessness.

Dr. Li, a sophisticated woman in her early forties, greeted me with a smile: "Mimi's here! Must be busy lately?"

"The same as always."

Yang Mi sat down in front of the testing machine. "Sister Li, can you take a look at me? I've been staying up late a lot lately, and I'm worried that my condition will decline."

"You just work too hard."

Dr. Li chatted casually while operating the equipment.

The light probe moved across Yang Mi's face, and a dense array of data appeared on the computer screen.

The test took half an hour.

Finally, Dr. Li looked at the report, his brows furrowing slightly before relaxing, his expression somewhat strange.

"What's wrong?" Yang Mi's heart tightened. "Is there a problem?"

"no……"

Dr. Li adjusted his glasses and turned the screen around.

"Look at these numbers: skin hydration has increased by 12% compared to last month, collagen density has increased by 8%, and the health of the stratum corneum..."

You're aging in reverse!

Yang Mi was stunned: "The instrument isn't malfunctioning?"

"It's just been calibrated."

Dr. Li was also curious, "Have you recently switched skincare brands? Or have you undergone any new treatments?"

"No, just routine care."

"That's strange..."

Dr. Li touched his chin. "This increase in values ​​is unlike anything that can be achieved with routine care."

"Honey, tell me the truth, did you secretly eat some kind of magic pill?"

A miracle cure?

A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Mi's mind...

Her cheeks felt slightly warm.

No way?

That's ridiculous!

"Maybe... I've been sleeping better lately?"

She mumbled.

Dr. Li clearly didn't believe it, but didn't press further:

"Anyway, this is a good thing. Keep it up! If you stay this way for a few more months, you'll really look eighteen again."

After leaving the cosmetic surgery center and getting into her car, Yang Mi was still staring blankly at the test report.

Looking at her in the rearview mirror, Xiao Liu asked, "Honey, are we going back to the company or home?"

"Let's go back to the company first."

Yang Mi paused after speaking.

"By the way, about that audition I asked you to arrange last time, that Chen Mo... did you give him instructions?"

"As you said, it's a normal arrangement, with no special treatment."

Xiao Liu answered cautiously.

Yang Mi watched the street scene rushing past the window, her fingers unconsciously tapping her knee.

My skin is getting better... is it related to that night?

This is too mystical.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, what strange things haven't she seen?

In comparison, the idea that your skin will improve after a good night's sleep doesn't seem so unacceptable.

The key point is, if that's really the reason...

"Xiao Liu," she suddenly said.

"exist."

"Give a heads-up to the film crew."

Yang Mi said calmly, "Give Chen Mo some preferential treatment during his audition."

Xiao Liu glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror, puzzled.

This woman's face can change in an instant.

Didn't you say just a couple of days ago that "normal arrangements are fine"?

Why did you change your mind?

But she wisely didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, Sister Honey, I'll contact you later."

Yang Mi leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

That young face reappeared in my mind.

How about trying again next time?

……

Wednesday at 9:45 a.m.

There were already seven or eight people standing in the corridor outside conference room 703 on the 7th floor of XX Building in Chaoyang District.

They're all here to audition for the role of Donghua Dijun.

Chen Mo glanced at it and understood.

There were two familiar faces; they must be actors who have played supporting roles for many years.

The remaining few young people were probably just trying their luck.

Today he wore a simple black turtleneck sweater with a dark gray coat on top, and his hair was styled slightly, making him look neat and tidy.

"Is this Chen Mo?" A girl wearing a name tag walked over with a list in her hand.

"Yes."

"This is your number, number 7."

The girl handed me a sticker. "Put it on your chest before you go in. Go in when your number is called. Only one person goes in at a time."

"Thanks."

Chen Mo took the sticker, found a corner to stand against the wall, and closed his eyes to rest.

In the hallway, some people were whispering their lines, some were stretching, and one guy was... practicing his eye contact?

That wide-eyed expression almost made Chen Mo burst out laughing.

At 9:55, the conference room door opened.

A man in his thirties came out, looking unwell, probably having just finished the test.

"Number 6, get ready!" a staff member called out.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

He had already equipped the two tags: "storytelling voice" and "expressive eyes," and he could feel a subtle coolness in his throat and eyes.

A few minutes later, number 6 came out, looking anxious.

"Number 7, Chen Mo."

Chen Mo pushed open the door and went in.

The meeting room was small, with five people sitting behind a rectangular table.

In the middle is director Lin Yufen, and next to her are casting directors I met last time, Director Wang and Producer Liu.

Chen Mo's heart stirred slightly, but he remained expressionless and walked to the small marker in the center of the room.

"Hello teachers, I am Chen Mo, number 7."

His voice rang out in the conference room, carrying that natural narrative quality.

Lin Yufen, who had been looking down, raised her head and glanced at him.

"Which two scenes should we try?" Director Wong asked.

"The first scene is his first meeting with Bai Qian; the second scene is him sitting alone in the Zi Chen Palace."

"Let's begin."

Chen Mo nodded, took half a step back, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression had changed.

It wasn't just simple indifference, but a lofty tranquility refined by the passage of time.

He slightly raised his eyes, as if Bai Qian were truly standing before him, his voice calm and unwavering:

"Queen of Qingqiu, what brings you to my Taichen Palace?"

The tone was flat, but each word was clear and resonant, as if falling onto a jade plate.

Lin Yufen sat up straight.

In the next three minutes, Chen Mo was completely in the zone.

There were no exaggerated movements or excessive expressions, but every change in his gaze was just right.

Upon closer inspection, a sense of understanding dawned, followed by a faint hint of interest, before finally settling into tranquility.

After he finished speaking his last line, "If that's how it is, then go," the entire conference room fell silent for a few seconds.

"The second match."

Lin Yufen spoke, but her tone was devoid of emotion.

Chen Mo walked to the chair that had been prepared next to him and sat down.

There are no lines in this scene.

He turned slightly to the side, his hand resting lightly on the armrest, his gaze fixed on the void.

His gaze shifted from blankness to reminiscence, to a faint trace of melancholy, and finally returned to calm.

The entire performance lasted less than two minutes.

"That's fine," Lin Yufen said.

Chen Mo stood up, his eyes regaining their clarity: "Thank you, teachers."

He turned to leave, but Director Wang suddenly spoke up: "Wait."

Chen Mo stopped.

Can you sing?

Director Wang's question seemed abrupt, but he was actually setting the stage for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat: "I know a little."

"There's a scene in the drama where Donghua Dijun plays the zither, and we're considering adding a solo singing segment."

Lin Yufen chimed in, "Can you sing a few lines now? Just sing whatever you like."

This is an extra test.

After a moment's thought, Chen Mo casually sang a few lines.

There was no accompaniment, but his voice had its own texture, and the sense of story was even more obvious in his a cappella singing.

After the song ended, the meeting room fell silent again.

"Okay, you can leave now."

Lin Yufen nodded. "We'll let you know the results later."

"Thank you, teacher."

Chen Mo walked out of the conference room and closed the door.

Number 8, who was waiting in the corridor, looked at him nervously. Chen Mo smiled, said nothing, and walked straight to the elevator.

He finally let out a long sigh of relief once he was in the elevator.

He gave it his all in the performance just now.

The combined effects of the two terms should perform quite well.

The elevator went down to the first floor, and my phone vibrated.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Chen Mo answered, "Feed?"

"Mr. Chen? I'm the casting assistant for the 'Three Lives Three Worlds' drama series."

The other party's tone was polite.

"The production team would like you to come back tomorrow morning for a makeup and hair styling test and to take some official photos. Is that convenient for you?"

Chen Mo tightened his grip on his phone.

Makeup trial...

This is a good sign.

"Convenient? What's the specific time and place?"

The other party provided the time and the address of the film and television base, which Chen Mo noted down.

He hung up the phone and walked out of the building; the winter sun was a bit too bright.

My phone vibrated again.

This time it was a WeChat message from Yang Mi, containing only three words:

"How is it?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and replied, "Let's have a makeup trial tomorrow."

The reply came instantly: "Understood."

And then nothing more was said.

Chen Mo looked at those three words and smiled.

This woman clearly took care of me, yet she didn't even say "I told her beforehand."

That's true, it would be pointless to say it.

He put away his phone and hailed a taxi.

As the car drove off, he looked out the window at the rapidly receding city of Beijing and suddenly remembered what Bai Mengyan had said.

"When I become famous, I'll come back and take care of you."

It seems someone has already...