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

evening.

The entrance to the Hilton Hotel.

Yi Zheng closed the taxi door and thanked the driver.

I looked up at the tall building.

The golden logo is embedded in the marble wall, and the lights in the lobby are as warm as melting honey.

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

His faded black shirt looked completely out of place in this solemn and luxurious hotel.

There was a time when I passed by this place with a few coworkers.

The group even remarked to each other, "When will we be able to stay in a hotel like this?"

At the time, the group joked that Yi Zheng's life was in jeopardy.

He can't even find a wife, yet he's dreaming of staying at the Hilton?

Thinking of this, Yi Zheng silently shook his head and gave a bitter smile.

I went inside anyway.

The receptionist was very professional, after all, this is Hengdian.

It's quite normal for many actors to come home in their costumes after work.

So they didn't show any disdain for anyone.

She swiped the room card and smiled as she guided him upstairs.

"Sir, your room is on the seventeenth floor, the second room on the right after you turn into the elevator."

"Thanks."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the corridor was covered with thick carpets, making no sound at all when you stepped on them.

The comfortable feeling coming from underfoot made Yi Zheng feel a little uncomfortable.

I swiped my card and entered the room.

He paused for two seconds as soon as the door opened.

This suite isn't one of those cheap hotels that just slaps a "suite" label on people and tries to fool them.

It's a real suite.

The living room and bedroom are separate.

There was a gray fabric sofa in the living room, and a fruit basket and a welcome card on the coffee table.

Floor-to-ceiling windows cover the entire wall, offering a view of Hengdian's night scene, dotted with twinkling lights.

There was a large bed in the bedroom, with shiny white sheets and pillows that were as fluffy as clouds.

The bathroom is even more extravagant.

The wet and dry areas are separated, and the bathtub is professionally designed; it's large enough for two people to lie down in.

There's a row of small bottles on the sink—shampoo, shower gel, body lotion—all brand names.

Yi was thinking about his partitioned room in the urban village.

That hardboard bed, where even turning over was a struggle, really holds a lot of memories.

You have to queue at a public bathhouse to take a shower, and hot water is only available for a limited time.

The bed frame was made of wood, and it creaked when you turned over, so you could hear the snoring from next door clearly.

In the summer, there was no air conditioning, only a broken fan, and the air it blew out was hot.

And here.

Central air conditioning; the temperature can be adjusted at will.

There was a leather-bound phone book on the bedside table. When I opened it, I saw options for food delivery, laundry, taxis, massages, and gym reservations.

Whatever you want, just give us a call and someone will come to your door.

Yi put the phone book back and sat on the edge of the bed.

I bounced the mattress.

Soft.

It's not the kind of soft material that collapses as soon as you lie down; it has a supportive feel.

He stood up again, walked to the French windows, and looked at the night view outside.

I never knew people could live such a life.

When the idea popped into his head, Yi Zheng found it funny.

I've been working in Hengdian for several years.

I've seen too many people experience both great success and great failure.

Some people are playing minor roles today, but tomorrow they'll be signing with an agency and staying in a five-star hotel.

Some people were the third male lead yesterday, but today they were banned across the entire internet because of a single Weibo post and have been forced back to their urban villages.

This room is very comfortable.

But he knew very well that comfort was only temporary.

A one-month subscription to a hotel room isn't a very long time.

The filming is finished, and the room key has expired.

Whether he can continue to live there depends on how far he can go next.

Yi Zheng kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

That feels fucking good.

He closed his eyes, silently recited a command, and the system panel popped up again.

The top part contains the basic data.

[Host: Yi Zheng]

[Deposits: 4,720 yuan]

[Stamina: 72/100]

【Strength: 61】

[Agility: 65]

Appearance rating: 91

[Popularity rating: 102,387]

Four thousand seven hundred and twenty yuan.

After all these years of living in Hengdian, this is all the savings I have.

Let alone buying a house.

Even if it's just about dating, in this world where capital has invented countless holidays, this number is tantamount to men taking advantage of their own bodies when it comes to dating.

Scroll down.

The acquired skills list has several icons.

Leaving aside the newbie gift packs, the focus is on the one I just received today.

[Neutral Skill - Fearless Charge]

[Effect: The host and teammates gain a berserk state buff. Adrenaline surges, and attack, defense, stamina, attack speed, etc., temporarily exceed human limits.]

[Note: Neutral skill; applicable to action scenes, dialogue scenes, and even sex scenes.]

"Yoshi!"

Can it even be used for sex scenes???

The moment he shouted "Yo-west," Yi Zheng coughed a few times in fright.

Perhaps I got too caught up in the role during the day; I guess I should buy a copy of "An Actor Prepares" to read.

This new skill should be perfect for tomorrow's artillery battle scene.

However, Yi Zheng frowned again when he thought about today's situation.

The system's features are useful.

The problem is, it's the first time using it, and I can't get the hang of it at all.

The scene under the flagpole today is a case in point.

He was just acting according to the script, but when that energy came over him, it bent Xiao Zhan over.

If this happened in real life, and someone fainted from fright after an argument, wouldn't that be a joke?

More importantly, my colleagues can no longer act with me.

Yang Xinming went into the lounge, and Xiao Zhan also went into the lounge.

Two people were ruined in one day; that's incredibly efficient.

At this rate, the entire cast and crew will be ruined.

You need to practice.

You need to learn to control yourself.

You can control that energy as you please, giving it three points when you want, or seven points when you want.

You can't give it a full set right away.

Yi Zheng closed the skill panel and looked at the popularity value column.

A little over 100,000.

This number didn't make him happy.

Because he knew where the 100,000 came from.

He earned all of it by playing Japanese soldiers.

In other words, the more convincingly he portrayed a Japanese soldier, the more popular he became.

But he really didn't want to play a Japanese soldier.

To unlock the righteous skill tree, you need to continue accumulating popularity points.

Where does popularity come from?

I still have to act.

What play are they performing?

Okawara.

devil.

Doesn't this create a vicious cycle?

The more you want to play a righteous character, the more you need to play the Japanese soldier well first.

The better the Japanese soldiers were portrayed, the more online discussions there were.

The more discussion there is, the more people start digging into his past.

If this continues, people will really start investigating my ancestors for eight generations.

No.

We need to finish filming this movie as soon as possible.

He can't wait to play the pangolin!

Playing as Eighth Route Army soldiers!

I must play a proper Eighth Route Army soldier!

As Yi Zheng thought of this, he took out his phone.

Only half a day has passed.

I'm trending again!

His live stream footage was edited into more than a dozen versions.

The most viewed video was titled: "Extras Speak Island Language, Translator Stunned."

More than three million views.

The comments section was even more lively.

"Just who is this person?"

"Is there anyone who understands the island language who can analyze this?"

Yi Zheng refreshed the page again and found that the topic had completely gone astray.

The discussion started with his acting skills.

Things like "genius actor" and "hidden gem".

But the further it went, the more the style seemed off.

Under one topic, a large number of island language teaching bloggers and linguistic experts gathered.

We analyzed his pronunciation, vocabulary, and intonation frame by frame in his lines of island dialect.

A teacher with a million followers posted a long article, the core message of which can be summarized in one sentence.

"This person isn't speaking modern island language. It's the official language of the island nation's military during the S2 era. You won't find this kind of speech in any current island language textbooks."

The most upvoted comment below asks: "So who did he learn from?"

But what's even more outrageous is another topic.

Some people have already started to seriously discuss whether Yi Zheng really killed someone.

The incident started when someone cut out the segment where "all the birds in the trees flew away and the cicadas stopped chirping."

With subtitles and slow motion, it somehow managed to create a "Approaching Science" feel.

A bunch of people in the comments section were giving their serious analysis.

"Animals are far more sensitive to killing intent than humans; this is scientific."

"I suggest that the relevant departments investigate this person's criminal record."

Even more outrageous, a group of netizens have already left comments on the official account of the history museum.

"Please debunk this rumor! Is Yi Zheng really a Japanese soldier?"

"Could the museum issue a statement?"

In the comments section of the museum's post, a blue-verified account stood out.

The tortoise shell dice are correctly planted.

A famous film critic from an island nation.

His status in the Japanese film and television industry is roughly equivalent to that of several top film critics in China combined.

He actually stepped forward too.

The message was only one sentence, written in the island language, and someone translated it below.

"I can attest that this young man is not acting. There is something genuine in his eyes. I suggest your institution take this seriously."

After reading it, Yi Zheng almost dropped his phone.

No wonder its popularity soared to 100,000 in one go.

It turns out that none of the people he disturbed were easy to deal with.

A film critic from an island nation came to a Chinese social media platform to "testify" on behalf of a Chinese extra.

He didn't even want to think about what would happen if this matter continued to escalate.

Yi Zheng tossed his phone onto the bedside table and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Should I post an update to clarify?

He said he was just an ordinary extra, that he taught himself the island language, and that his murderous aura was because he was too immersed in the role.

He understands the principle that the more you explain, the worse it gets.

Just as I was pondering whether or not to step forward and say something.

A sudden roar echoed down the corridor.