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

In the alley.

Yang Xinming, holding the knife, froze on the spot.

The tip of the knife was still hanging in mid-air.

According to the script, he should have slashed down directly, forcing Okawara to retreat, and then the two should have started their first round of dialogue clashes.

But now, I don't know what's wrong.

He couldn't even chop it anymore!

My wrist felt like it was being held down.

Even worse, a ridiculous idea suddenly popped into his head that made his scalp tingle.

Japanese officer.

Please come in!

The moment this strange thought crossed Yang Xinming's mind, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

I'm here to chop down the Japanese devils!

How did you become a traitor!

He acted his whole life.

He's played roles from youth to old age.

He's played all sorts of roles, from villains and madmen to bandits, landlords, and fugitives.

He has also seen too many actors with a strong presence.

But Yi Zheng's actions really confused him.

The young man in front of him had half his face covered in scabs, and one eye was staring at him.

According to the script, Okawara Akira is now in a sorry state.

His clothes were dirty, his shoulders were slumped, and his steps were unsteady.

Yi Zheng's acting was flawless!

But why did he see Yi Zheng as a man-eating beast?

Even though he was seriously injured, he still exuded a strong aura.

That aura made Yang Xinming feel suffocated in his chest.

When he saw the clip of Yi Zheng's audition, he only thought that he acted similarly. But when the two of them were so close that their faces were touching, he realized for the first time what real charisma was!

He instinctively swallowed hard, but the knife in his hand just wouldn't come down.

When Yi Zheng saw that Grandpa Yang was in a daze, he was also stunned.

He was waiting for Grandpa Yang to continue.

I waited for two seconds.

three seconds.

Yang Xinming still held the knife, not moving.

Kong Sheng, sitting behind the monitor, also frowned.

"Click!"

"Teacher Yang, how is it?"

"Would you like to take a break?"

Kong Sheng did not doubt the veteran actor's acting skills.

After all, his portrayal of Alzheimer's-like madness was so convincing; he must have done his homework and practiced extensively behind the scenes.

As for the dazed look, it might be because of the two consecutive shots.

After all, the old man is getting on in years.

But when Yang Xinming heard that he was to rest, he immediately waved his hand.

"Need not."

"That was an accident. Let me take a sip of water and continue."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yi Zheng again.

"Kid, you're in good shape."

Yi Zheng nodded quickly.

"Teacher Yang, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching."

Yang Xinming snorted.

"Come on."

"I can't handle you."

Even Kong Sheng was a little surprised when he heard this.

Yang Xinming is a straightforward person.

But he rarely says such things in public.

Especially for a newcomer.

When Li Sisi heard this in the live stream area, she perked up immediately.

She spoke to the camera in a low voice.

"Family members, can you hear me?"

"Teacher Yang just said that he failed to keep Yi Zheng in check."

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

"This newcomer is really talented!"

"Stop bragging, Old Yang might be tired."

"Yes, it's normal for the old man to feel a bit stuck after running five courses."

Li Sisi's eyes lit up as she looked at the comments.

"Are you tired? Let's move on to the next one."

on site.

Kong Sheng understood the old man's temper, so he waved his hand behind him.

"OK."

"All departments are back in their original positions."

"Let's start from the alley entrance again."

Yang Xinming stood at the corner and picked up the knife again.

The clapperboard was raised again.

"Scene 2 of 'Leisure' - One shot, two takes."

Snapped.

Kong Sheng stared at the monitor.

"Action!"

Smoke billowed up.

Yi Zheng rushed out of the alley again.

This time, Yang Xinming did not wait for him to get close.

His eyes reddened, as if he had poured all the frustration he had just felt into his role.

The knife was suddenly raised.

"You little Japanese devils!"

"I'll beat you to death!"

This shout startled several staff members nearby.

correct.

This is the real Yang Xinming.

疯。

ruthless.

All the hatred in his heart burst out of his throat.

Yi Zheng stepped back as per the script.

Then he raised his rifle to block.

As originally designed.

Yang Xinming slashed at the gun with his knife.

Ōkawara panicked for the first time, then ran away.

But just as Yi Zheng touched the gun...

Yang Xinming felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart.

In that instant, I felt as if death was just around the corner.

The Yi Zheng standing before me now is no longer that young extra.

That oppressive feeling of ruthless killing and bloodlust washed over us once again.

A chill ran through his body from the knife in his hand.

A thought subconsciously popped into my mind.

Obey, or you really will die!

Obedient citizens.

These two words popped into his subconscious, and he felt a buzzing sound in his head.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat, thumping loudly in my ears.

He suddenly understood.

He finally understood why so many civilians had given up resistance and allowed the Japanese to slaughter them back then!

He finally felt a deep and heartfelt admiration for those fearless heroes of yesteryear.

Just how much determination must one have to face death to be fearless in the face of these beasts!

But he, born in a peaceful era, couldn't be truly fearless!

The Yi Zheng before them was merely playing the role of a fleeing Japanese soldier, following the script.

If he were to play a Japanese soldier who had just entered the village, how terrifying would the sense of oppression be?

Thinking of this.

My hands are completely out of my control!

This has nothing to do with betrayal; it's simply a pure biological instinct in the face of extreme fear.

Clang.

The prop knife fell to the ground.

The sound was crisp and clear.

The entire film set was deathly quiet.

Everyone was stunned!

What about the knife?

Where did the knife go?

Even Kong Sheng, who was behind the monitor, stared wide-eyed.

He stared at the monitor, unable to react for a long time.

"Click!"

This time the sound was even more urgent than before.

The scene exploded.

"Did you drop the knife?"

"Did Teacher Yang drop her knife?"

"Am I seeing things?"

"That can't be right, can it?"

Yang Xinming stood there, looking at his hands.

His face looked terrible.

I'm not angry.

Even I can't understand it.

He actually let go?

He played Old Master Mo, whose entire family was wiped out by the Japanese invaders.

The character hates the Japanese to the bone, how could he possibly throw away his knife?

He spent half a month getting ready for this role, and his wife was worried that he was getting too into character.

But just a second ago.

He truly felt that if he took another step forward, he would die!

Kong Sheng walked over quickly.

"Teacher Yang."

"Are you alright?"