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

Kong Sheng sat next to the monitor.

The translator's facial expression made Kong Sheng's heart skip a beat.

It’s over.

Was Yi Zheng wrong?

But then I thought about it again.

That's not right. I already told you that it's okay if I said something wrong, as long as my lip movements are right.

He hadn't expected Yi Zheng, who was just an extra the day before, to have any proficiency in the island language.

If all else fails, we can just do post-production dubbing.

But translating that expression, it didn't seem like a reaction to hearing the wrong lines.

What is that?

surprise?

No, it's terror.

Kong Sheng followed the translator's gaze.

Yusuke Matsumoto stood to the side, his mouth agape and his eyes wide open.

Two people: a translator and a native Japanese.

Were they both stunned?

Kong Sheng frowned.

"What happened? Is it that drastically wrong?"

Hearing Kong Sheng's question.

Matsumoto snapped out of his daze and shook his head in broken Mandarin.

No, he's right.

Kong Sheng was taken aback.

"I'm not mistaken, what's with those expressions on your faces?"

Matsumoto opened his mouth, as if organizing his thoughts.

The translator spoke first, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yi Zheng is not wrong, the two of us are!"

"Huh?" Even Kong Sheng was stunned when the translator said this.

The translator swallowed hard.

"What I taught him was modern island language. It's the kind of everyday speech that people in island nations use nowadays."

"But what he just said..."

The translator paused for a moment and looked at Matsumoto.

Matsumoto picked up the conversation and nodded.

"His choice of words, his tone of voice, are exactly the same as when he speaks to my grandfather."

The scene was quiet.

Kong Sheng didn't react.

"Your grandfather?"

Matsumoto nodded again.

"Yes... what Yizheng spoke was the authentic island language of that era!"

"It's a unique way of speaking that belongs to people of that era."

"Young people in island nations don't talk like that anymore."

"Even many locals might have some difficulty understanding it."

As soon as these words came out...

The staff members around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

An extra.

Speaking the island language is already outrageous enough.

That's a standard way of putting it, but even more outrageous.

But what he was saying was the island language from eighty years ago?

That was the island language spoken by an invader in that era?

Moreover, these are details that even the translator didn't notice.

Even Matsumoto, a true islander, had previously overlooked this detail.

It wasn't until Isamu spoke that Matsumoto suddenly remembered.

His grandfather would only speak to him in that tone when he was very young.

That stiff, commanding way of speaking, a style that belonged to that era.

Exactly the same as what Yi Zheng just said.

The chat in Li Sisi's live stream was going crazy.

"This is fucking weird, isn't it?"

"How could an extra speak an island dialect from eighty years ago?"

"Aren't you really going to investigate? What if this guy actually infiltrates the ranks of the people?"

"A Japanese soldier who would make even the Japanese feel inferior?"

"Outrageous, absolutely outrageous."

Kong Sheng sat behind the monitor, his mind buzzing.

He has been a director for over twenty years.

What strange things haven't I seen?

But one extra spoke with the accent of an island officer from eighty years ago.

He couldn't explain it.

But he's a director.

The director doesn't need to explain.

The director only needs to know one thing.

Is it easy to use?

He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the monitor.

The play continues.

He didn't call "cut," so the performance by the two on stage couldn't stop.

In the picture.

Xiao Zhan, who plays Mo Dexian, stands under the flagpole.

That irritating flag was fluttering overhead.

The echoes of Yi Zheng's words had not yet faded.

As per the script, Mo Dexian did not bow.

He turned to leave.

I don't know why, but Xiao Zhan's acting was very convincing.

It's so similar that it feels unfamiliar; it doesn't seem like Xiao Zhan at all.

The makeup artist didn't spray water on his forehead, but at this moment, a layer of fine sweat was gathering into large beads on Xiao Zhan's forehead, dripping down one by one.

"Run! Turn around and run!"

At this moment, Xiao Zhan had only this one thought inexplicably in his mind.

He didn't know if he had gotten too into character.

All he knew was that if he didn't run, he would die!

He turned around and hurriedly tried to flee the scene.

Kong Sheng and the others sat behind the monitor, nodding frequently as they watched.

"Holy crap, that was great acting!"

"Being able to control one's facial expressions is a sign of good acting, but where did that sweat on his forehead come from?"

"What do you know? They're just getting into character."

The production team members, unaware of what was going on, all praised it.

But just as Xiao Zhan took his second step...

Behind him, Yi Zheng spoke again.

"stop."

Just two words.

The sound wasn't loud.

There was even a hint of a smile on his face.

But that chilly smell was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

Xiao Zhan's steps froze for a moment.

Although this is in the script.

Mo Mo will stop when he has nothing to do.

However, on the monitor, it looked as if someone had pulled Xiao Zhan from behind, causing him to stop very abruptly and strangely.

Yi Zheng slowly took two steps forward.

Then bend down slightly.

He bowed to Xiao Zhan's retreating figure.

A very standard island bow.

Bending over, pausing, standing up.

The movements were so slow it was as if they were demonstrating.

"Why don't you bow? Show your gratitude. Understand?"

These words are spoken in Mandarin.

But that savory tone of voice, that rhythm.

It's just like the Japanese invaders back then, with their attitude of not treating ordinary people as human beings.

The tone was as if he were teaching a dog to sit, making you want to rush up and punch him.

Yi was standing under the flagpole.

Patient.

Looking down from a high position.

It even had a hint of teasing.

The feeling of treating people like animals and taming them is more unbearable than directly stabbing someone with a knife.

"Be grateful, be grateful, do you understand?"

After saying that, Yi Zheng once again reminded the Japanese soldiers behind him in the island's language.

"If he dares to bow, kill him!"

Xiao Zhan stood still, his back to Yi Zheng.

Although he couldn't understand the Japanese that Yi Zheng was speaking, the murderous aura emanating from it was so strong that even the birds in the trees were frightened away. How could he not feel it when he was standing opposite Yi Zheng!

His shoulders were shaking.

According to the script, Mo Dexian would not bow.

He should keep moving forward.

But at this moment.

Xiao Zhan felt his waist bending downwards.

It wasn't acted.

It's really bent!

He was screaming in his heart.

It cannot be bent.

I'm not free.

My entire family was killed by the Japanese devils.

I'm here to die with them.

How could I possibly bow?

But my body won't listen.

The oppressive feeling emanating from Yi Zheng was like an invisible hand pressing on the back of his neck.

Press down.

A little bit.

Xiao Zhan's waist bent slightly.

A very small amplitude.

It might only be two or three degrees.

But everyone saw it.

Behind the monitor, Kong Sheng's fingers gripped the armrest of the chair tightly.

The assistant director's mouth dropped open.

Li Sisi was so shocked that she covered her mouth.

The chat in the live stream paused for a full two seconds.

"Xiao Zhan, you're bending over?!"

"No way?!"

"This isn't in the script, is it?!"

"What exactly is Yi Zheng?!"

"It gave me the chills."

"This isn't acting, it's sorcery!"

Xiao Zhan himself was also stunned.

He could feel his waist gradually bending downwards.

He tried desperately to straighten up.

But the pressure was too much.

It felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on me.

This is the kind of fear ingrained in our genes when facing an absolute crisis.

My feelings were exactly the same as Yang Xinming's.

He suddenly came to a conclusion.

True integrity cannot be faked!

Behind the monitor, Kong Sheng was also surprised that Xiao Zhan actually bent over.

He suddenly jumped up from the director's chair.

"Click!"

With that click.

The oppressive aura emanating from Yi Zheng vanished into thin air.