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

drop……

On set, the heart rate monitors screamed shrilly.

Everyone is stupid.

Beside Yi Zheng, several supporting actors looked at each other.

They were all stunned.

The director didn't yell "cut".

But it didn't say how the story would unfold from there!

No, how could Yi Zheng be serious about this?

They knew perfectly well that the medical equipment attached to Yi Zheng's chest was a borrowed, legitimate medical device!

Why are you giving me extra screen time on my first day at work?

Everyone off the field was stunned!

Is this a scene from a movie, or is the person really dead?!

Even though the director didn't yell "cut," the electrocardiogram was definitely flat!

"Could something have happened?"

"No way, is the real thing that fragile? He played a sickly character and ended up killing himself??"

"Judging from this guy's face, it looks like he's really having a seizure!"

Outside the venue, some people had already noticed that something was wrong.

Yi Zheng's face was pale and his lips were purple.

And there's that constantly beeping electrocardiogram.

Everyone was stunned.

This doesn't seem like acting!

What kind of actor can turn their face from red to white in a performance?

The color of the lips can change from red to white, and from white to purple; is this also a skill that can be controlled through acting?

And that electrocardiogram, isn't that something you control with your acting skills?

On the directing team's side, Director Zheng couldn't sit still either.

Although he had seen many geniuses, he had never seen anyone who could control their body with such precision!

The key point is, you can control the sweat on your forehead, fine, but what the hell is controlling your skin color?

And this instrument, he inspected it himself, it's definitely a genuine electrocardiogram (ECG) machine.

Just now, Yi Zheng mentioned that his uncle also died of heart disease.

Director Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

No!

Can't be that unlucky?

I hope Yi Zheng doesn't have any family history of hereditary diseases!

broken!

Someone died right after the machine was turned on?!

Although Yi Zheng's performance was excellent, as the director, he wished he could film a few more seconds.

But right now, Yi Zheng was holding onto the treadmill handrail with one hand, his body slowly falling to the ground.

This doesn't seem like acting!

As we all know, the first few minutes after a heart attack are the golden opportunity for rescue!

If I waste those precious few seconds, something terrible could happen!

There was no time to call "cut".

Director Zheng immediately picked up a megaphone and stood up.

"What the hell are you standing there for? Save them!"

Splash!

The group of people on the scene immediately sprang into action.

The real medical staff rushed up with their first aid kits.

Without saying a word, the defibrillator, still sparking, was shoved directly into Yi Zheng's chest.

Pfft!

Yi Zheng was jolted up by the electric shock.

fuck!

This is ridiculous!

Why are they using electric shocks to torture people just for acting?!

Yi Zheng was shocked by the electric shock and jumped up instantly.

"Are you kidding me! The director hasn't even yelled 'Cut' yet!"

He was originally thinking that if the director didn't yell "cut," he could struggle on the ground for a while longer and add a scene.

I just lay down, and they immediately started electrotherapy!

Upon closer inspection, I saw a group of people in white coats surrounding me.

Director Zheng, Wu Jing, and Chang Jin also squeezed their way in from the back of the crowd.

A group of people stared at Yi Zheng, exchanging wide glances.

Everything is frozen in place.

"No……"

"No, you're acting, acting???"

Director Zheng was completely incoherent.

I've been a director for so many years.

He'd seen plenty of convincing actors.

He had never seen anyone act so convincingly that they could even fool the instruments!

Wu Jing also squeezed through the crowd.

A large hand slapped Yi Zheng on the back of the head.

"You scared the hell out of me!"

"You're done performing, are you going to die if you don't get up?"

Yi Zheng scratched the back of his head, turned around, and forced an awkward smile.

"No, Director Zheng didn't yell 'Cut!'"

Upon hearing this, everyone present finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, hearty laughter erupted from the crowd.

Director Zheng also rubbed his forehead and shook his head repeatedly.

Well, so you're blaming me now?

I've never seen anything like this before!

I should have called a halt earlier.

This is like letting the child get 100,000 volts for nothing!

He pointed at Yi Zheng with the megaphone.

"You little brat!"

"I asked you to play a sickly character, not to kill him!"

Yi Zheng scratched his head and apologized to the director, feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry, Director Zheng, we've already acted it out. It's mine."

"What are you talking about? Watch your tone next time!"

"Hong Wengang's illness isn't that serious!"

Hahaha.

Everyone present was immediately amused by the director's remark.

At the back of the crowd, Zhang Jin put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and sighed helplessly.

As the lead actor, he could tell that this Yi Zheng was quite something.

Unfortunately, he was only acting opposite a few supporting actors.

It's normal to not be able to keep up with the performance.

If he could handle the situation and improvise by helping someone up, Yi Zheng wouldn't have needed to stay lying on the ground the whole time.

If I were acting opposite him, I'm sure I could elevate the quality to another level.

Offstage, several crew members who had just been discussing Yi Zheng were speechless with shock.

Especially Xiao Wang.

Just a few minutes ago, she was saying that Yi Zheng was a pervert who liked to look at his own cleavage.

He went around telling people that Yi Zheng was planted by capital, and that the show was ruined.

At that moment, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

This isn't someone planted by capital. With acting skills like this, capital would probably have to politely invite them in.

If I remember correctly, Yi Zheng is about the same age as me, only in his early twenties.

Such a young actor, playing a sickly character, actually managed to fool the entire crew.

The crucial point is that they even lied to the medical staff, and even shoved the defibrillator at them.

No wonder the director and Wu Jing were so polite to Yi Zheng.

To have such acting skills at such a young age.

Given time, they'll probably be winning awards left and right!

No, I need to find more opportunities to get to know Yi Zheng in the future!

That's how the entertainment industry is; being able to latch onto a powerful patron is more effective than working hard for decades on your own.

I need to get to know such geniuses early on, otherwise I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to get to know them in the future.

Not far away, Director Zheng raised a megaphone.

"Come on, everyone, disperse."

"Next, Tony, could you come over here?"

The next few scenes are Tony's action scenes.

Yi Zheng found a shady spot under a tree and sat down to quietly enjoy the view.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Wang tugged at his collar and enthusiastically offered a chilled drink to Xiao Wang.

But before he even got close, he bumped into someone.

"Hey! Who are you...?"

Just as Xiao Wang was about to start cursing, he looked up and saw the person coming and immediately stood at attention.

"Hello, Uncle Hua!"

"Hmm, are you alright?"

"No, it's alright, Uncle Hua!"

"Okay, that's good."

Ren Dahua glanced at the staff member calmly and did not linger.

Instead, he walked straight to the shade of a tree and sat down next to Yi Zheng.

"You acted quite well."

A cigarette was offered to Yi Zheng's lips.

"Next scene, it'll be our turn to act together."