Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

Upon hearing the director's call, all departments quickly took their positions.

Kong Sheng sat behind the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie.

"In the first scene, Old Master Mo chases after Sato."

"Actors, take your positions!"

Not far away, an actor dressed in a Japanese military uniform walked out.

As soon as he appeared, many people in the crew fell silent.

His name is Matsumoto Yusuke.

Kong Sheng spent a lot of money to hire actors from the island nation.

Previously, Kong Sheng would get high blood pressure every time he watched a few young, handsome actors playing Japanese soldiers.

They're either making faces or speaking in a sarcastic or unsettling way.

Due to the tight schedule, we ultimately decided not to choose from domestic locations.

They directly dragged the assistant director on a trip to Japan to bring back a real Japanese soldier.

Yusuke Matsumoto stood there.

Just by glancing around, several stagehands felt a little uncomfortable.

Someone whispered.

"You know what, it really does have that flavor."

"Nonsense, they're local actors."

"Can Teacher Yang control it?"

"What kind of question is that? Who is Teacher Yang?"

"But this guy on the other side isn't afraid either."

The number of viewers in Li Sisi's live stream has already exceeded 20,000.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"This Japanese actor looks like he deserves a beating."

"Director Kong is really willing to spend money."

"Grandpa Yang is in luck today."

"I'm starting to worry that Matsumoto might actually get slashed?"

The clapperboard snapped shut.

Kong Sheng stared at the monitor.

"Action!"

The sound of the starting gun had barely faded when the shutter clicked.

The camera indicator light flashed.

Yang Xinming completely changed.

One second he was standing under the tree, looking like a frail old man.

The next second, he hunched over, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed the prop machete, and lunged at Matsumoto.

Yusuke Matsumoto originally ran to the left according to the rehearsed route.

But Yang Xinming's pounce was too convincing.

He had practiced this scene countless times.

And the enemy on the other side were real Japanese soldiers.

Grandpa Yang got into character in a second.

This slash, without even needing post-production sound effects, just made a clanging sound.

The knife grazed Matsumoto's neck and slammed against the wall.

The moment the sword was slashed down, Matsumoto felt a chill run down his neck.

"Baka!"

Matsumoto blurted out, "This old man seems to be serious!"

Matsumoto, a young man, was being chased by a menacing old man, and his steps faltered.

The assistant director was getting anxious.

"Wrong, wrong! He's going the wrong way!"

Yang Xinming was also good at handling the situation. Seeing that the other party had taken the wrong route, he simply followed and chased after them.

He seems to have truly gone mad.

He missed with his sword, staggered a couple of steps, and immediately gave chase.

"brute!"

Matsumoto Yusuke was chased until his face turned pale.

His prepared fierceness was completely shattered.

He kept looking back as he ran.

When he turned around, he saw Yang Xinming holding a knife, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with hatred.

At that moment, he was genuinely a little flustered.

"stop!"

Kong Sheng finally shouted.

The assistant director immediately rushed over.

"Matsumoto-sensei, you've made a mistake in your positioning."

Matsumoto was panting heavily, supporting himself on his knees.

"He really tried to cut me just now."

The translator should explain quickly.

Yang Xinming stood there, knife in hand, his chest heaving.

He glanced at Matsumoto.

"What are you afraid of?"

Matsumoto's lips twitched.

"Teacher Yang, are you really going to chop me up?"

Yang Xinming snorted.

"This isn't even the force you're using yet."

The live stream chat exploded.

"Hahahaha, Matsumoto chickened out!"

"Old Yang: I haven't warmed up yet."

"That's what a real actor is!"

"The knife is a prop, but the eyes are real."

Kong Sheng watched the replay and frowned.

"Again."

Second time.

Matsumoto managed to hold on.

But Yang Xinming was even more ruthless.

He chased after it for three steps, but suddenly his legs gave way, and he collapsed like a centenarian.

But the knife grazed past Matsumoto's shoulder.

That frantic, precarious energy was even more terrifying than before.

Matsumoto is in chaos again.

"stop!"

The third time.

Fourth time.

It wasn't until the fifth time that it was considered a pass.

Kong Sheng took off his headphones and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Pass."

A round of applause immediately erupted from the audience.

Yang Xinming, however, did not laugh.

He leaned on his knife, and beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

Kong Sheng hurried over.

"Old Yang, take a ten-minute break."

Yang Xinming looked up at him.

"Take a break? What break?"

Kong Sheng was taken aback.

"You just ran five tracks."

"It's just heated up."

Yang Xinming wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

"What about the next one?"

The assistant director quickly checked the notice.

"The next match is against Okawara."

Kong Sheng frowned.

"That was a much more emotionally charged event."

"Take it easy."

Yang Xinming stared at Kong Sheng and chuckled.

"I think you're worried that the newcomer you signed won't be able to handle it, right?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Master Yang spoke too bluntly, but he did speak to Kong Sheng's heart.

Kong Sheng was indeed a little worried.

Yesterday's audition was quite impressive, and Yi Zheng's performance was amazing.

Auditions are one thing, but auditions are another.

Once you're on set, facing a veteran actor like Yang Xinming, no one can say for sure what will happen.

Not to mention that Yang Xinming is now fully immersed in his role.

If Yi Zheng can't handle this situation, it won't be as simple as just being embarrassed.

Even Kong Sheng himself couldn't save face.

However, seeing that Yang Xinming was in high spirits, Kong Sheng did not want to waste this moment.

He paused for two seconds, then picked up the walkie-talkie.

"He is preparing."

"Filming will proceed directly to the next scene."

The entrance to the dressing room.

Izheng has already changed into Ogawara's military uniform.

One eye was injured by special effects makeup, with dark red scabs covering the underside of the eyelid.

Team Leader Qin stood to the side, his palms sweating with nervousness.

"Teacher Yi, don't feel pressured."

"Teacher Yang's condition just now was really frightening."

Yi Zheng glanced at him and silently activated his active skill.

"Team Leader Qin."

"what?"

"Don't shake."

Team Leader Qin looked down and realized that his legs were indeed shaking.

He gave an awkward laugh.

"I'm just... excited for you."

Yi Zheng did not respond.

He looked into the distance.

Yang Xinming was standing there, holding a knife in his hand, his eyes still fixed on the play.

Not intimidated at all, she walked straight to where the camera was positioned.

Yi Zhenggang had just entered the country.

The live stream chat paused for a split second.

It then went viral.

Holy crap.

"This makeup and styling is great."

"I got goosebumps as soon as he came out."

"What's wrong with these eyes?"

Kong Sheng stared at the monitor, his fingers slowly clenching.

"All departments, prepare."

The clapperboard is raised.

"Scene 2 of 'Leisure' was filmed in one take."

Snapped.

The clapper fell.

Kong Sheng's voice turned serious.

"Action!"

Smoke billowed from the alley entrance.

Yi Zheng, playing the role of Okawara, staggered out.

He doesn't run fast.

As required by the script, he even appeared somewhat disheveled.

But that energy was just right.

He covered his blind eye with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other.

Footsteps were disordered.

But he stubbornly kept his back straight.

That arrogance of refusing to bow down even after defeat suddenly leaped out from the screen.

No one spoke.

The photographer followed him forward, his palms sweating profusely.

According to the script, the next second, he will bump into Old Master Mo around the corner.

Yang Xinming was already waiting there.

He held the knife, his eyes filled with hatred.

But the moment Yi Zheng rushed over, Yang Xinming froze!

This……

Is this an extra?

At that moment, Yi Zheng, playing the role of Okawara, looked more like a Japanese soldier than Matsushita, who played the Japanese actor!

That kind of animalistic oppression.

It actually made the knife in his hand tremble involuntarily.

It's very light.

But everyone watching the monitor saw it.

Kong Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

The assistant director opened his mouth, but didn't dare to say anything.

Yang Xinming was also dumbfounded.

What happened?

He has been acting for half his life.

To surpass others.

But it has never been suppressed by anyone.

Many big stars have acted opposite him, but none of them could keep up with his performance.

But never before has anything been like this second.

When a young actor comes crashing into him like this, he actually feels scared?