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

"Okay, Director Ning!"

Teacher Zhan Biao turned his back.

He raised his sleeve and, from an angle where no one was watching, wiped his mouth hard.

When I turned around again, my cuffs were wet.

His face, however, had regained the resolute look characteristic of a revolutionary cadre.

"That's enough, Director Ning, let's do it one more time."

Director Ning nodded and made a gesture.

The clapperboard closed again, making a crisp sound.

"Action!"

Filming resumed.

Captain Wang still had that indignant look on his face.

But this time he was smarter.

When he spoke, he turned his body slightly to the side, his gaze never falling on the pot of chicken soup.

He held his breath, pursed his lips as narrowly as possible, and almost spoke his lines with a gap-toothed sound.

"Old Feng, nobody dares to drink it!"

He paused for a moment, then used all his strength to squeeze out the second half of the sentence through his teeth.

"They say someone poisoned the food!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Director Ning, who was behind the monitor, frowned deeply.

Director Ning shook his head.

The words are fine.

But this feeling makes him seem a bit too ruthless, making Captain Wang seem somewhat vicious!

However, it's not good to freeze immediately.

Let's continue.

On set, after delivering his lines, Zhan Biao immediately turned his head to the side, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly.

So delicious.

It smells so good!

He felt like there was a tap in his mouth that he couldn't turn off.

He was holding his breath to keep that deadly aroma from getting into his nostrils.

In contrast, Yi Zhengze was completely unaffected.

He even leaned forward a little, a chilling fake smile on his face.

"Hahaha, Commander Xue, you don't believe Captain Wang's nonsense, do you?"

His voice carried a strange, sarcastic tone, vividly portraying the face of a treacherous spy.

Wang Qiang, who plays Commander Xue, also smelled that scent.

He took a deep breath to steady himself.

He didn't know whether Captain Wang was talking nonsense or not.

He knew it; this chicken soup was absolutely delicious!

No, after filming, I have to grab this bowl before those old foxes do.

We should really try the salty flavor!

While thinking this, Commander Xue also held his breath and continued speaking.

"I believe it, I believe it very much."

After saying that, he stepped forward as instructed in the script, took the soup ladle, and ladled a bowl of chicken soup from the casserole.

He deliberately filled the bowl to the brim.

Because later, Lao Feng, played by Yi Zheng, will come up for a drink.

He had already planned it out; he knew he couldn't compete with those old foxes for what was in the pot.

But the rest of the bowl that Yi Zheng is drinking later must be all his own!

Gudong.

Commander Xue sucked the saliva out of his mouth before daring to start reciting his words.

"If you didn't poison it, then drink this bowl of chicken soup."

Only after he finished speaking did he realize a fatal problem.

The chicken soup that just came out was covered in white foam, which somewhat masked the aroma.

But when I scooped it in, things went wrong.

The aroma, which had originally been just wisps of fragrance escaping from the cracks around the pot, seemed to have found an outlet.

The thin layer of white foam in the pot was stirred up.

A rich, almost tangible aroma suddenly burst forth.

The air in the entire room was instantly filled with this smell.

The young actors playing guards next to him, who had no lines, were standing ramrod straight.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

His nostrils twitched uncontrollably, and he made a soft swallowing sound in his throat.

If the smell just now was like a babbling brook, then this is like a flash flood.

Everyone felt as if a warm, large hand was gently invading their nasal cavity.

Yi Zheng, however, was still immersed in the play and completely unaffected.

He looked at the bowl of soup in front of him, a perfectly timed hint of panic on his face.

He chuckled.

"Commander, this chicken soup is extremely precious; the comrades should drink it first!"

"How can I, a cook, drink this chicken soup?"

When he said this, his eyes darted around and his tone was obsequious, perfectly portraying a guilty spy.

The staff watching from outside couldn't help but nod in approval.

This kid has a real talent for playing Japanese soldiers.

That wickedness that seeped into his very bones was simply unbelievable.

Now it's Commander Xue's turn to speak.

Wang Qiang, who plays Commander Xue, felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

The bowl of chicken soup was placed between him and Yi Zheng.

At this moment, the rising steam, mixed with a deadly fragrance, was washing over his face in waves.

This isn't acting, this is a tribulation!

Stay calm, you must stay calm! Wang Qiang mentally tried to reassure himself.

I'm a professional.

He played revolutionary predecessors his whole life.

Don't let a bowl of chicken soup defeat you!

He encouraged himself in his heart.

But the saliva in his mouth was like a mountain spring, flowing out continuously.

He tried to swallow his saliva, but the more he swallowed, the more saliva he produced.

There's nothing we can do.

He could only speak incoherently, his mouth full of saliva.

"Look how hard you've been working! A bowl of chicken soup is nothing!"

"If you really don't drink it, it means you really poisoned it."

Commander Xue said this, but his expression was just like a three-year-old child pretending to give an adult his candy.

Brother, Zheng-ge.

Drink less later!

Give me a bite!

It smells so good!

Behind the monitor, Director Ning's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

What's wrong with Old Wang today?

Do you have an olive in your mouth?

This isn't usually how good her delivery of lines is!

He raised his hand, as if to call a halt.

But seeing Yi Zheng's performance on camera, I managed to hold back my tears.

Yi Zheng's reaction was spot on.

The panic after being exposed, the evasive look in his eyes, and the slightly trembling fingertips—every detail was flawless.

If it weren't for the other actors messing up, this would have been a perfect shot.

Yi Zheng continued acting, pointing at Captain Wang, his voice distorted.

"Wait, this isn't right, is it?"

"Who, who's trying to frame me today!"

His face turned pale and then flushed, but finally, as if he had made up his mind, he snatched the bowl of soup away.

"Okay, I'll drink it!"

Yi Zheng picked up the bowl and blew on the rim of it.

call.

That blow could ruin it.

This blows away the steam from the soup noodles in the bowl, and also spreads the concentrated aroma far and wide.

Throughout the entire film set, everyone, near and far, could clearly smell that domineering aura.

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

Old Feng, save some for me!

Yi Zheng clearly couldn't hear what everyone was thinking.

He looked up.

Gudong.

Gudong.

Ah ~

Yi Zheng let out a hearty sigh and then threw the bowl on the table.

The group gathered around the table and stared intently.

It's done?!

He drank every last drop of the chicken soup in the bowl.

This moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

Captain Wang and Commander Xue's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

It was as if a hungry beast had been awakened within them.

No more.

What kind of actor's self-cultivation.

What about the dignity of veteran actors?

Fuck it!

No, we agreed that I would only take a sip.

The script didn't say you were supposed to do it!

The next second, the two of them looked warily at the casserole on the table.

They were keenly aware of a problem.

Slow hands!

I couldn't stop drooling.

It wasn't just Commander Xue and Captain Wang.

The drool from the other actors was also dripping from the corners of their mouths like beads from a broken string.

"Click!"

Before the group could even take action...

Director Ning finally lost his temper and slammed the script in his hand onto the monitor.

"You lot, have you not eaten for days?!"

"Don't you have any professional ethics at all?!"

"Someone, give me the chicken soup..."

He had just shouted a couple of times.

The film set door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

"Don't move!"

"Police are investigating, don't move!"