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

Yi Zheng just put the mask on his face.

Someone nearby immediately realized what was happening.

"Hey? Isn't he the guy who went viral in WeChat groups for robbing a bank with a rocket launcher?!"

Then someone asked this question.

The others finally realized what was happening.

"Holy crap, that's him!"

"The video was only on the official website for ten minutes before it was taken down!"

"No way? A ruthless bandit is playing the mastermind?"

"Yeah, it doesn't quite feel right, does it?!"

"The key issue is, given Yi Zheng's physique, wouldn't it be difficult to convincingly portray Hong Wengang's frail and sickly nature?"

While the crowd was discussing, Zhang Jin, who played the warden Gao Jin, also came to the director's group.

"Is this the internet celebrity Yi Zheng?"

Wu Jing heard the sound and turned around to look.

"Hey, you're here."

"Yes, Director Zheng, Brother Jing."

Zhang Jin nodded coldly.

Zhang Jin isn't usually a cold-faced person, but now that he's playing a warden, he needs to be in character at all times, maintaining that image of a ruthless, suit-wearing thug. This way, he doesn't need to frequently get in and out of character while filming.

Zhang Jin crossed his arms and glanced at the monitor screen.

hiss……

"It must be difficult to act like this, right?"

Unlike the other staff members, Zhang Jin did not prejudicially question or ridicule Yi Zheng.

Instead, he started thinking from the perspective of an actor.

"Wearing a mask, most of my facial expressions were hidden."

"Expressions that could originally be expressed through all five facial features can now only be conveyed through the eyes and eyebrows."

"To convey the same feeling, it actually requires a deeper level of acting skill than before!"

"Awesome, bro."

Wu Jing pouted and gave Zhang Jin a thumbs up.

To those who don't understand opera, Yi Zheng's decision was a joke.

But for superstar actors like them, it's an even more demanding thing.

At this moment on set, other staff members could hear the conversation between Zhang Jin and the director.

They gradually came to their senses.

"That makes sense! It seems he wasn't trying to show off."

"Yes, he just wants to cause trouble for himself!"

"This is the first time I've seen a director yell 'that's enough,' and then someone still sets themselves up for something difficult!"

The murmurs in the crowd fell silent the moment the director yelled "Action!"

Then, Yi Zheng started walking on the treadmill again.

The supporting actors around them continued to repeat simple behaviors to avoid overly stealing the spotlight.

Da da da.

Yi was walking on the treadmill, step by step, as if each step was more strenuous than the last.

"Yes, this one is indeed better."

Director Zheng looked at the footage on the monitor and felt very gratified.

Fortunately, we added another one for Yi Zheng, and this one was indeed more effective.

However, it's not exactly a revolutionary improvement.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard Yi Zheng cough.

Cough, cough cough cough cough!

The sound of that cough was so real.

The actor playing a medical worker next to him was startled; he was supposed to be staring at the tablet in his hand, but he subconsciously looked up.

Director Zheng didn't yell "cut".

Because Yi Zheng's cough was timed perfectly, and the tone of his voice was just right.

The key point is that the sound of that cough was controlled so well.

Under normal circumstances, due to the limitations of human bodily functions, it is very difficult to fake a cough.

Because a fake cough always originates from the back of the throat.

Only a real patient's cough can produce that rattling sound from the trachea.

Although they didn't know how Yi Zheng did it, those few coughs still made Wu Jing and Zhang Jin nod repeatedly.

This guy's got some skills!

It was the supporting actor playing the doctor's turn to speak.

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

Hong Wengang nodded and began to quicken his pace.

It was at this moment that, in a corner not far away, the prop master slapped his thigh.

"Oh no, I patched this up so quickly I forgot to spray water on his face!"

"Fine, you'll get a scolding soon."

The prop master stared nervously at Yi Zheng's face. The indoor shoot was cooled by central air conditioning, so there wouldn't be any more sweat.

But the summer air is dry, and the sweat you just sprayed on has almost dried by the time it's dry.

But as Yi Zheng quickened his pace...

Cough, cough, cough!

Then another coughing fit was heard.

This time, it was even more intense than the last one.

It sounds as frightening as if there's fluid buildup in the lungs.

As Yi Zheng coughed violently, fine beads of sweat began to seep from his face.

Director Zheng was somewhat incredulous when he saw this.

"Quick, cut to a close-up!"

As the close-up shot switched, everyone behind the monitor gasped in shock.

In the video, Yi Zheng's face was gradually turning pale.

With each cough, the fine beads of sweat that had been seeping from his forehead gradually condensed into small beans and began to roll off one by one.

"No way?"

Seeing this, Wu Jing began to worry.

He couldn't help but exchange a glance with Zhang Jin.

Both of them had the same look of shock in their eyes.

"This... isn't acting, is it?"

If someone could train themselves to cough in a way that sounds like they're really sick.

So how do you control the sweat on your forehead now?

If we were to force an explanation, it's July now, and perhaps Yi Zheng is the type of person who sweats easily after walking just a few steps.

But right now, it's only been a few seconds since filming started!

They can't arrive that quickly, can they?

Most importantly, what's wrong with that deathly pale face?

The changes in facial expression are something a makeup artist can't replicate.

He was perfectly fine just now, how come he looks like he's about to die now?

Director Zheng made a gesture, signaling everyone to calm down.

Because he wasn't worried that Yi Zheng was actually in trouble.

To ensure authenticity, he rented a proper electrocardiogram (ECG) machine this time.

The instrument is currently attached to Yi Zheng's chest, monitoring his heartbeat in real time.

Perhaps Yi Zheng has the ability to control his sweat and complexion?

But all things considered, for Director Zheng, this reshoot was worth it!

But just as Director Zheng was thinking about this...

On the screen, the electrocardiogram readings kept rising as Yi Zheng increased his walking speed.

90, 100, 110, 120...

"Hmm, not bad."

Director Zheng nodded. He wanted this real-time effect. As a veteran director, he still couldn't accept the effects of post-production AI retouching.

However, as Yi Zheng's pace quickened, his electrocardiogram readings rose higher and higher.

130, 140...

The atmosphere at the scene was tense, heightened by the rapidly increasing heart rate numbers.

The current speed is already at the rate a person can run at.

Yi Zheng, however, looked weak and walked slower and slower.

Finally, plop!

drop……

I don't know if Yi Zheng did it on purpose.

He then collapsed headfirst next to the treadmill.

The instrument emitted a piercing scream.

Looking at the heart rate curve again, it's 0!

The electrocardiogram is flat!