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

In the corridor.

This roar did indeed attract Yi Zheng's attention.

Yi Zheng is not one to join in the fun.

But that shout in the corridor sounded familiar to him.

That sounds so familiar.

He pushed open the door and took a look.

as predicted.

Zhang Dazhuang.

He was in his early forties, 1.72 meters tall, and his hair had thinned out considerably.

His face was tanned a deep reddish-brown, his cheekbones were prominent, and his eye sockets were sunken.

Fellow villager.

Dazhuang was a coworker I met in Hengdian.

I used to live in the partitioned room next to mine.

At this moment, Zhang Dazhuang was standing in the middle of the corridor, opposite a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap.

Team Leader Qin.

There's a department in Hengdian that specifically manages the scheduling of extras.

He has the jobs of hundreds of people under his control; who gets to work and who doesn't depends entirely on his word.

Yi Zheng pushed the door open a little more and leaned against the door frame to look at it.

Zhang Dazhuang was bowing and scraping as he spoke.

"Captain Qin, please give me a chance. It won't make a difference if I'm one more person in tomorrow's group scene, will it?"

Team Leader Qin, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, flipped through the list in his hand.

"Dazhuang, it's not that I don't want to give you a chance. Last time, the director cut your charge scene directly."

"Tell me, why do you have to learn something so wrong, like Yi Zheng, and insist on walking with the same footing as him?"

Zhang Dazhuang blushed.

"Captain Qin, I only went along with it that one time!"

"Once?" Team Leader Qin tucked the list under his arm.

"Tell me yourself, were you the one who made those two turn into the ditch?"

"My goodness, the film crew has already paid over ten thousand yuan in medical expenses alone!"

Zhang Dazhuang scratched his head upon hearing this, and had nothing to say.

It's really weird, I'm a veteran after all!

Ever since I met Yizheng, my walking in the wrong direction has become even more serious.

Later, Yi Zheng moved to the house next door.

Good heavens, now he can't even tell his left and right legs apart when he's at ease!

A charge scene?

Whether I can run straight is another matter!

Yi Zheng felt a pang of unease as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Just a few days ago, Zhang Dazhuang and I were squatting together at the extras' meeting point, vying for work.

The two even got into a fight over a boxed lunch.

I am now standing at the door of a Hilton suite.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dazhuang was still groveling in the corridor, begging for a job as an extra, earning 200 yuan a day.

Really good fortune.

Yi Zheng placed his hand on the doorknob and squeezed it hard.

He knew that, given his current status as the second male lead, a simple word to Captain Qin could resolve Zhang Dazhuang's matter with just a few words.

But he also knew.

Is this my first day on set, and I've just become the second male lead? Why are they already adding people to the crew?

If word gets out, what will Director Kong think?

What do the other staff members think?

I'm hesitating.

Zhang Dazhuang turned his head.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhang Dazhuang was taken aback at first, then his gaze shifted to the brightly lit suite behind him.

He pursed his lips and gave Yi a bitter smile.

They said nothing, yet it was as if they had said everything.

Team Leader Qin isn't stupid either.

He followed Zhang Dazhuang's gaze and immediately spotted Yi Zheng.

What happened on set today has already spread far and wide.

They forced Yang Xinming to retreat and bent Xiao Zhan in the knees.

Who in Hengdian doesn't know Yi Zheng these days?

Team Leader Qin took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth, and Chong Yi nodded.

"Teacher Yi."

Yi Zheng nodded as well.

"Team Leader Qin."

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

None of the three spoke, and the corridor was quiet for two or three seconds.

Team Leader Qin is a shrewd individual.

He could tell that Yi Zheng hadn't taken the initiative to plead for him, but he could also tell that the two had a special relationship.

He tucked the cigarette behind his ear and turned to look at Zhang Dazhuang.

"Okay, I'll give you one more chance."

Zhang Dazhuang's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"Just once. Give me a performance now."

"In tomorrow's scene, the artillery company will fight the Japanese."

"I want to see that fearless, charging spirit."

"You've put on a good show. You're on stage tomorrow. If you can't, don't blame me."

Zhang Dazhuang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He agreed verbally, but his face showed no confidence whatsoever.

Yi Zheng stood at the door, looking at his coworker's disheveled appearance.

A thought suddenly struck me.

He remembered the skill he had been studying in bed earlier.

Fearless charge.

The host and teammates gain the Berserk status buff.

teammate?

Yi Zheng narrowed his eyes.

Is Zhang Dazhuang considered a teammate now?

who cares.

Try it.

Yi Zheng loosened the doorknob and took a step forward.

He straightened his back slightly.

Chin up.

His eyes have changed.

It was as if someone had pressed a switch inside him.

Those clear, bright eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold.

His aura suddenly rose a notch.

He was wearing a faded black shirt, but standing there, he gave off the illusion of being a colonel!

Suddenly, Yi Zheng spoke up without thinking.

"Deathly Silence!"

It is an island-language military order.

Zhang Dazhuang was bending over and panting when he suddenly straightened up as if he had been electrocuted.

He himself didn't know what was going on.

A buzzing sound came from my head, like a horn exploding in my eardrums.

He glanced back at Yi Zheng.

His tall figure stood there, motionless.

But it was that look in his eyes.

Like a commander who has drawn his saber and is pointing the tip forward.

Zhang Dazhuang's pupils suddenly contracted.

next second.

He himself didn't know where his strength came from.

My back doesn't ache anymore.

My leg doesn't hurt anymore.

There was a hot sensation in my throat.

"Kill them!"

The shout startled even himself.

His voice was hoarse, strained, and carried the ruthlessness of a desperate criminal.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed out.

The force with which he pushed off the ground with both legs creased the carpet in the corridor.

Swinging his arms back and forth, with his upper body slightly leaning forward, he resembles a bullet leaving the barrel.

From one end of the corridor to the other.

More than 20 meters.

They rushed over in an instant.

He turned around, panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Team Leader Qin stood still, not even noticing the cigarette fall from his ear.

My grass?

Is this guy on steroids?

How come that middle-aged good-for-nothing who was so listless just now looks like he's ready to fight to the death?

That voice, that gait, that fearless attitude.

Let alone extras.

Even the lead actors might not have this much enthusiasm.

Team Leader Qin subconsciously turned to look at Yi Zheng.

He swallowed hard.

"Alright, Dazhuang. You've got your work for tomorrow."

Zhang Dazhuang was still leaning against the wall, panting, when he heard this, he was so excited that he almost knelt down.

"Thank you, Captain Qin! Thank you!"

Team Leader Qin waved his hand, bent down to pick up the cigarette from the ground, and glanced at Yi Zheng again.

There was something inexplicable in those eyes.

"Teacher Yi, I'm sorry to bother you. Please get some rest."

Yi Zheng nodded slightly.

Fearless charge.

It really works.

Just ...

Just now, Da Zhuang's physique looked a bit like a Japanese soldier, didn't it?

Without daring to think too much or saying goodbye to Dazhuang, Yi Zheng turned around and went back into the house.

None of the three noticed.

Right behind Yi Zheng, at the door of the next room.

A graceful figure was leaning against the half-open door.

I had just finished showering, with a dry towel wrapped around my head and a white hotel bathrobe on my body.

Li Sisi.

Her hair was still dripping wet, but she seemed frozen in place, staring intently at Yi Zheng's back.

pat.

He was originally holding a towel to dry his hair.

It fell to the ground.

"This Yi Zheng... is definitely up to something."