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

The announcement that the exercise had begun had faded.

The two gatekeepers hurriedly stubbed out their cigarettes.

They jogged towards their respective posts.

Yi Zheng also walked to the designated position.

He tucked the rubber knife from the props department into his waistband and took a deep breath.

He remembered the script for the first act clearly.

The villain, whom he was playing, was about to harm a child when two elderly men stepped forward to stop him, holding riot shields and steel forks.

Just go through the motions, get a couple of beatings, and then it's over.

Yi was silently telling herself that she was just experiencing life.

He crept furtively to the kindergarten gate, craning his neck to peer inside.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The old man pointed with two fingers, and his recitation was so stiff it sounded like he was reciting a primary school text.

Yi shook her head inwardly; this acting was truly a challenge for the television cameras.

"Oh, I'm here to pick up the kids."

When Yi Zheng uttered this sentence, his demeanor was completely different.

His passive skill "Sleazy Demeanor" was quietly activated, and his eyes darted around, making his performance natural and smooth.

After watching this performance, the audience will probably automatically think of "Yoshi" in their minds.

[Here he is. Yi Zheng still looks like a repeat offender, just like always!]

This isn't acting; it's genuinely convincing!

[The old man and Yi Zheng in the same frame—this is the difference between professionally trained and amateur performers.]

The comments section was filled with praise.

The old man was made even more awkward by this, but he forced himself to continue.

"Which shift are you picking up? I've never seen you before."

Yi Zheng was secretly pleased and replied according to the script.

"Never seen it before? That makes sense!"

Before he finished speaking, he drew a small knife from his waist and made a move to rush towards the child.

But after what just happened, these kids had already forgotten about the word "bad guy".

The chubby boy, weighing forty pounds, grinned at him.

In the end, the teacher reacted quickly and pulled the children aside.

As soon as the two elderly men saw the assailant make his move, they raised their riot shields and rushed forward.

The two who were just saying to go easy on each other have completely forgotten about it now.

One of the old men raised a shield and smashed it at Yi Zheng's face.

Wu Jing, standing on the sidelines, felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

broken.

This Yi Zheng is a paper-thin body that even a three-year-old could kick and break.

If that shield hits, he'll probably end up in the hospital on the spot.

The police officers nearby also panicked.

Do you think they don't know the hardness of those riot shields, even though at first glance they look like a plastic plate?

But what if something that can stop bullets hits someone in the face?

Wu Jing frowned, almost unable to resist rushing forward to stop him.

Available in the next second.

boom!

A sharp cracking sound rang out, sending shivers down one's spine.

The riot shield shattered into several pieces on the spot, with fragments flying high into the air.

Everyone looked again.

It shattered the shield.

It turned out to be that limp rubber knife from the props department!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Wu Jing's raised foot froze in mid-air, completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

How do you cut through a riot shield with a rubber knife?

Is this something a human being could do?

His mind raced.

Wait a minute, this kid just got kicked and had his bone fractured by a three-year-old, how come he has this kind of skill now?

Is he physically weak, or is he hiding his true abilities?

Wu Jingyue became more and more confused.

Holy crap! This shield must be made of paper!

[A rubber knife shatters a riot shield; the special effects budget was definitely high enough!]

[Wait, there are no special effects here, this is real footage! I'm looking closely now!]

Is the shield weak, or was it a pre-arranged performance? I need an answer urgently.

The comments section was completely chaotic.

Yi Zheng himself was also taken aback.

He looked down at the rubber knife in his hand, which was still trembling slightly.

It’s over.

This "Grandmaster" with a host of passive skills is truly unstoppable.

He intended to just wave it lightly as a token gesture, but who knew the shield would just disappear like that.

Yi Zheng's forehead began to sweat, and he cursed the system in his mind.

How can this be resolved?

I was just thinking about it.

Director Wei on the podium suddenly slapped his forehead.

He turned and glared at his subordinates behind him, forcing out the words through clenched teeth.

"Damn it, is this shield defective?"

"With such a large-scale exercise, where were your eyes when you went to the warehouse?"

"This must be a defective product from ten years ago, otherwise it would be this brittle!"

Director Wei was so angry that his neck swelled up.

The subordinates shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Director Wei was also feeling uneasy.

Even if this shield is ten years old, it shouldn't be this fragile!

Is it just a coincidence, or is this actor really that talented?

But this guy, Yi Zheng, is carrying a rubber dagger!!

That's outrageous.

He hadn't even finished thinking about those words.

There was a creaking sound.

It was the grating sound of metal being forcibly twisted, a sound that made one's back teeth ache.

Director Wei turned his head abruptly.

The two old men on the field had somehow switched to steel forks and were now thrusting them at Yi Zheng from the left and right.

The tip of one of the steel forks was already being held by Yi Zheng in one hand.

next moment.

Squeak~~~~~

The steel fork, as thick as a wrist, was bent into a U-shape by Yi Zheng.

The old man was dumbfounded, holding the other half of the fork handle, mouth agape, unable to speak.

His gaze kept shifting between Yi Zheng and the steel fork.

Is this a drill or a performance?

I'm afraid I might have picked up the wrong prop!

At that moment, not only the old man, but everyone was stunned!

Wu Jing stood on the sidelines, his mind blank.

He could attributing the shattering of the shield with a rubber knife to a problem with the shield's quality.

If you can bend a steel fork with your bare hands, how do you account for that?

He recalled Yi Zheng's earlier statement about "weak constitution" and found it utterly absurd.

You call this a person with a weak constitution?

You're like One-Punch Man!

Wu Jing swallowed hard, and the way he looked at Yi Zheng completely changed.

The scene went from being noisy to being so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

More than thirty police officers stood frozen in place, holding prop guns.

The TV cameras were still spinning, their lenses fixed on the twisted steel fork in Yi Zheng's hand.

The two police officers, each with a Taser at their waist, exchanged a glance.

They remembered their leader's words, "Just in case."

Only now do I begin to grasp its unique meaning.

a long time.

Someone in the crowd uttered a sentence.

"no……"

"You call this a thug?"

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