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

a few days later.

Having learned from his experience of directing Yi Zheng a few days ago, Director Zheng has a much higher opinion of Yi Zheng.

For such a young actor to understand a character so thoroughly during the very first scene rehearsal is truly remarkable.

It requires true empathy and thinking from the perspective of the character.

This is extremely rare for an actor.

On this day, the scene being filmed was Hong Wengang having an electrocardiogram taken on a treadmill.

The scene was simple: make Hong Wengang appear weak on the treadmill.

This also shows his desire to live.

Including the directing team, almost no one thought this scene was that important, and no one thought that such a scene would go wrong.

On stage, the props crew was still tidying up the props.

Everyone chatted idly while they worked.

"I think this Yi Zheng is probably obsessed with playing the Japanese soldier."

"Yes, I heard from Xiao Wang that he actually thinks it's reasonable to rip out a person's heart?"

"Yeah, a pervert!"

"Hey, I'm warning you, whatever you do, don't wear low-cut clothes!"

"That Yi Zheng, he just loves to look down into the gutter!"

"Huh? Pervert!"

Several real medical staff were carrying equipment borrowed from the hospital into the field.

"We don't know if Yi Zheng is perverted or not, but the question is, why do you have to use real equipment when you're filming a movie?"

"Your director is a real psychopath."

"Shh, they're here! Get to work!"

The group of people who were chatting idly quickly got to work.

Director Zheng walked over from a distance, rolled up the script in his hand into a paper tube, and slapped it twice on the foreheads of the group of people.

"You guys don't know anything!"

"The set and props are extremely important. The more realistic they are, the easier it is for the actors to get into character! The audience will also be drawn in by this realism. All you do is chatter on and on; if Yi Zheng can't portray a weakened state later, I'll hold you all accountable!"

As soon as Director Zheng turned and left, several staff members scratched their heads in dissatisfaction.

He pouted, revealing a look of disdain.

"Tch, they can't act and they're blaming us?"

"Exactly, blaming the latrine for not being able to poop!"

"Get lost, you're the toilet!"

"Pah! Your whole family is a latrine!"

……

After a while, everyone had arrived.

With the director's shout of "Action!"

This scene was officially filmed.

Today, the makeup artist gave Yi Zheng a middle-part hairstyle and a white T-shirt, according to the script.

His chest was covered with heart monitoring patches.

As soon as filming started, Yi Zheng began walking on the treadmill.

The props team sprayed a lot of water droplets on him to simulate sweat.

As soon as the director yelled "Action!", Yi Zheng instantly got into character.

Yi Zheng, who was walking normally on the treadmill, suddenly found it difficult.

He tried his best to recreate the feeling of Hong Wengang's heart failure in the script.

Behind the monitor, Wu Jing stood calmly next to director Zheng Baorui.

It's a sure thing. This kind of challenging role is really not a problem for Yi Zheng.

Director Zheng nodded frequently.

This scene wasn't difficult.

After all, filming has only just begun, and most of the scenes are just routine setups.

The truly outstanding scenes are all in the middle and later parts.

On stage, Hong Wengang's medical team held tablets and kept encouraging him.

"Walk faster, walk as fast as you can."

Hong Wengang sped up while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The camera cuts to the medical equipment.

The heart rate on the screen kept rising.

90, 100, 110, 120...

drop!

The instrument emitted a piercing buzz.

Hong Wengang ripped the patches off his body.

He leaned on the treadmill handrail, panting heavily.

"Okay, card."

"That's it for this one."

As soon as the director yelled "Cut!", the staff on set got busy.

Several prop team members also ran over and began to tidy up the props.

But then Yi Zheng, who was on the treadmill, spoke up.

"Wait!"

"Director, this tastes wrong."

The taste is off?

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Yi Zheng.

The director just said that, and you're already saying this doesn't taste right?

People who were far away had already started talking about it.

"Is this a case of trying to steal the spotlight right after filming started?"

"Yes, the director has already said so. You're saying it doesn't feel right? Are you questioning the director's taste?"

"Let him show off. It's just a scene of him walking on a treadmill, what kind of drama can he possibly create?"

Director Zheng, who was behind the monitor, was also taken aback when he heard this.

He glanced back at the scene that had just been shown.

His facial expressions were spot-on, and his demeanor was on point.

Fatigue, sweat, and clothing are all fine.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then looked up at the arena.

"Yi Zheng, there's nothing wrong with this one."

"When we were writing the script, the Hong Wengang we imagined was a sickly person like this."

Hearing the director say there was nothing wrong with the take, the off-screen discussions grew even louder.

"What's up with Yi Zheng? He's already trying to add scenes right after filming started?"

"No way, does he think he's Stephen Chow? Chasing after the director insisting on a retake? Does he really think that's professionalism?"

"To put it bluntly, he's just a supporting male lead, always second best. This kind of guy just wants to show off!"

Yi Zheng didn't care as he watched the staff members whispering among themselves.

After all, it's not like I'm a new actor.

These doubts didn't bother him much.

On the contrary, he believes that such an important role as Hong Wengang should not be played so hastily.

Yi Zheng adjusted the prop glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Director Zheng, my uncle died of a heart attack. I feel like my acting just now wasn't realistic enough."

"First, people with heart problems cough when they exercise. This isn't because their respiratory tract is itchy, but because their heart isn't pumping enough blood, causing blood to pool in their lungs. I'd like to reshoot a scene and add some coughing."

Director Zheng nodded upon hearing this, surprised that Yi Zheng had done so much research for the role in private.

"And what about second place?"

"Secondly, the character Hong Wengang is frail and sickly. If I were his doctor, I would definitely advise him to wear a mask at all times. Another character who is frail and sickly and wears a mask all year round can also make it easier for the audience to empathize with him."

"Hmm, that makes sense." Director Zheng nodded again.

It must be said that what Yi Zheng said makes a lot of sense.

And they are all crucial.

It is truly admirable that a new actor, taking on such a role for the first time, could delve into such details.

"Okay, then we'll do it your way."

"Everyone has one, let's add one more."

Upon hearing this, the props team, who had almost finished packing up, all sighed in dismay.

It's like you've just finished packing your bag after get off work when your boss tells you there's a meeting.

The look in their eyes as they looked at Yi Zheng was now tinged with anger.

But looking at Yi Zheng, he wasn't influenced by the others.

He simply took a mask out of his pocket and put it on.