novelraw Chapter 44 Yu Zheng passed Bai Lu's audition.
Chapter 44 Yu Zheng passed Bai Lu's audition.
Song Ze placed his finger on the screen and clicked "Accept".
The phone screen redirects to the game lobby.
In the team interface, Liu Yifei's character is wearing a set of flashy, limited-edition outfits.
The microphone icon in the bottom left corner flashed twice.
A long sigh drifted in through the headphones.
"I'm exhausted. Today's premiere was more exhausting than being suspended by wires. When those investors came over to toast me, their eyes were all glancing at me."
Song Ze pulled over a cushion and placed it behind his back.
"The investors are paying for this, so they have to see some results."
"But I don't like hearing them make noise." Liu Yifei paused for a moment. "I don't even have anyone to talk to normally. The girls in the studio treat me like they're seeing the headmaster."
Song Ze opened the map and selected the island mode.
"If I can't make it in Shanghai in the future, I'll come to Beijing and be your personal confidant. I'll charge by the hour, and give you a 2% discount if you know me."
The plane takes off.
The flight path heads straight for P City.
Parachute, land.
One second the female celebrity was complaining about her job, the next she picked up an AKM rifle from the ground.
"There's footsteps on the second floor! We'll take you there!"
"I took one down! I'll finish him off!"
"They're a full squad! I'll set up fire, you move to the left!"
The headset was filled with Liu Yifei's voice directing the battle.
Song Ze followed behind, carrying a double-barreled shotgun, finding his place.
Medic and mobile level 4 pack.
A head popped out of the opposite window and started firing.
Song Ze slid out of cover and stood in front of Liu Yifei, two bursts of green blood erupting from his body.
"Hurry inside and spray the pesticide!" Liu Yifei shouted.
Song Ze hid in the bathroom to get his bandages put on, and when he turned around, he saw an 8x scope lying in the corner.
"Sis, 8x scope."
Liu Yifei controlled his character to run over, pick up the parts, and attach them to the 98K.
"You're so sensible. I'll take you for a ride after we get to play PUBG."
Song Ze brushed aside the stray hairs on his forehead.
The generations are all messed up.
Two hours later, gold text appeared on the screen.
Good luck and may you have chicken tonight!
Liu Yifei breathed a long sigh of relief.
"That felt great. It's been so long since anyone played games with me like this."
A loud bang suddenly came through the headset.
The sound of ceramics breaking.
"Coal Ball! You fatso, you're messing with my cup again! This is a limited edition I just had someone buy for me yesterday!"
Song Ze's smile leaked into the microphone.
"If your cat breaks a cup, it's because it thinks highly of you."
Liu Yifei muttered to himself as he tidied up.
"Last week, I dragged my six-thousand-yuan silk scarf into the litter box to cover my poop. I almost sent it to Africa via SF Express."
Song Ze turned on the bottle of mineral water by the bedside.
"Let it be covered up, who told you to leave your valuables lying around?"
"Whose side are you on?"
"I'm on the cat's side." Song Ze took a sip of water. "The cat doesn't want anything from you. Whether you're happy or not, it doesn't care."
A few seconds later, Liu Yifei spoke.
"You are the first person in the past five years who has seen me raising cats without telling me, 'You should find a boyfriend.'"
"Finding a boyfriend is nothing compared to playing video games. You'd be better off playing a couple more rounds."
A banner for a WeChat voice call pops up at the top of the screen.
Caller ID: Bai Lu.
Song Ze turned on the game microphone.
"I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll have to go now. Get some sleep."
Okay. Good night.
Song Ze exited the game and connected to voice chat.
"Senior brother! I'm doomed!"
Song Ze moved his phone half a meter away.
"Speak properly. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."
"The audition for 'Chaoge' is tomorrow afternoon!" Bai Lu sniffed hard on the other end of the phone. "I just peeked at the internal announcement in the PR group. My competitor is He Qianqian. Her dad is a big investor, so Director Yu will definitely give her face. Am I, an ordinary person, just going to be cannon fodder?"
Song Ze switched to video call mode.
The screen lights up.
Bai Lu was wearing pink floral pajamas, her hair was all messed up, and she was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed biting her nails.
"Put your hand down."
"But I can't control myself!"
"What's the panic?"
Song Ze leaned against the headboard.
"Yu Zheng wants Deng Chanyu, a female general who can fight on the battlefield, not a rich young lady who only knows how to glare and pout. Put your phone on the table and step back three meters. Go through your prepared movements from beginning to end."
Bai Lu jumped out of bed, propped her phone up with several thick books, and retreated to the open space in the apartment.
She grabbed a long-handled mop from the corner and used it as a prop gun.
The initial momentum.
Step forward, twist your waist, and draw your gun.
The set of movements was crisp and clean.
The mop head's cloth strips swung in the air in an arc.
He turned around and launched a counterattack, the mop handle sweeping through the air with a clear whooshing sound.
"receive."
Bai Lu threw the mop on the ground and panted as she approached the camera.
"How is it? Is this set of radio calisthenics still watchable?"
Song Ze crossed his arms behind his head and brought out his memories from the future.
"Comrade Bai Mengyan, let me put this out there. Just based on your moves just now, plus that face of yours, you're a future winner of the Huading Award for Best Actress."
Bai Lu stood there, stunned.
Huading Awards? Best Actress?
She didn't even understand how to play a minor role as an extra in Hengdian World Studios.
But looking at Song Ze's expression in the video, this sentence had a strange magic to it.
Bai Lu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.
"Senior, if you really win the award, I'll put the trophy in your office as a paperweight."
"Stop getting sentimental. Go to sleep right now. If you go to the audition tomorrow with dark circles under your eyes, I'll just dump you in the Huangpu River."
"Yes, ma'am."
The video call ended.
2 PM the following afternoon.
Audition Hall No. 1 for the TV series "Chaoge" at Hengdian World Studios.
Zhang Juan sat with Bai Lu in the waiting area at the back.
Bai Lu changed into a black, tight-fitting outfit provided by the production team, tied her hair into a ponytail, and looked neat and tidy.
She was holding a number tag in her hand: number 14.
The soundproof door to the lobby was pushed open.
Four assistants escorted a girl as she walked in.
He Qianqian was wearing the latest haute couture suit and carrying a luxury handbag.
She looked around and walked straight to Bai Lu in the corner, scanning her from head to toe.
"You're Bai Lu. I heard Xingyao just signed you? What a coincidence."
Bai Lu stood up.
She is 1.65 meters tall, and with the visual effect of her ponytail, she is almost half a head taller than He Qianqian.
"Yes, I'm here for a regular audition."
He Qianqian burst out laughing.
"Auditioning for Deng Chanyu? The same role as me?"
She took a half step closer and lowered her voice.
"Then Teacher Bailu, please give me a break later."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the first row of VIP seats, where his assistant immediately handed him warm water and a script.
Bai Lu exhaled a breath of stale air.
Zhang Juan patted her on the shoulder.
"Ignore her. You finish your prepared performance, and leave the rest to me and Song Ze."
It's exactly three o'clock.
Director Yu Zheng, along with the producer and casting director, pushed open the side door and sat down behind the long table.
"I've looked at the information from number 1 to 13. I'll just pick from number 14 and 15." Yu Zheng placed his hands on the table, crossed.
The staff member picked up the roster.
"Number 15, He Qianqian."
He Qianqian took off her coat and handed it to her assistant, underneath which was a custom-made white ancient-style martial arts uniform.
She walked to the weapons rack, pulled out a red-tasseled spear, and stood in the center of the field.
The casting director yelled "Action!"
He Qianqian acted immediately.
He thrust his spear forward, then swept it horizontally at the waist, and turned to pull it back.
Every move was precise and perfectly executed, conforming to the script's requirements.
It's obvious that he spent a lot of money to hire a martial arts instructor for private training.
Yu Zheng leaned back in his chair and began twirling the pen in his hand.
The people on stage made extremely exaggerated movements.
Standard, beautiful.
But this is not a living, breathing person.
He lacks the qualities of a general leading troops into battle.
Three minutes later.
"Stop. That's enough. Wait for further instructions."
He Qianqian put away her gun, tossed the red-tasseled spear to her assistant, glanced provocatively at Bai Lu in the back row, and walked back to her seat.
"The 14th is White Dew."
Bai Lu stood up and strode onto the stage.
She did not touch the red-tasseled spear on the weapon rack.
He walked straight to the corner of the wall and picked up a thick wooden stick that was used as a prop support.
The piece of wood didn't even have a red tassel on one end.
She weighed it.
It's very heavy and feels heavy in your hand.
Walk to the center and stand still.
Yu Zheng stopped turning his pen.
The girl wasn't wearing heavy makeup.
The dark-colored outfit made him look very thin, but his back was straight.
"start."
Bai Lu did not move immediately.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again after a moment.
His aura completely changed.
He stepped back half a step with his right foot, his military boot making a dull thud on the floor.
The wooden stick in his hand slammed heavily on the ground.
"kill!"
A loud shout echoed throughout the hall.
Bai Lu suddenly sprang up, thrusting the wooden stick straight forward.
There are no unnecessary decorative elements.
Then, with a swift turn, the wooden stick circled halfway around his waist and chopped upwards at an angle.
She abandoned the standard scripted routine.
The flexibility of folk dance ensures the angle of body folding, and all explosive power is concentrated in the wrists.
Yu Zheng sat up straight and placed his hands on the table.
The producer was about to drink water when the paper cup stopped at his lips.
The girl in the center of the field moved faster and faster.
Bai Lu took two running steps and used the momentum of her sprint to leap into the air.
A mid-air whirlwind kick followed by a reverse grip on the stick.
As the body falls, the waist and abdomen exert force, the hands grip the stick, and the body slams down to the ground.
The sweat on my hands made the surface of the wooden stick extremely smooth.
In addition, the force of this burst was too great.
The thick, solid wooden stick flew out of his hand.
The wooden stick tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground less than a meter in front of the judges' table.
The producer spilled water all over the table.
Bai Lu stood still, her chest heaving violently.
His hands were still gripping the stick, trembling slightly.
She stared at the wooden stick on the ground.
It’s over.
Yu Zheng slowly took off his glasses and wiped them with a lens cloth.
He put his glasses back on and stared at Bai Lu for ten seconds.
"Your moveset just now was very good? Did you find a teacher?"
Bai Lu's throat feels tight.
"I practiced it myself."
Yu Zheng turned to look at the producer.
The producer was frantically wiping the water stains off the table.
Yu Zheng turned back.
"Your name is Bailu?"
"Yes."
Yu Zheng picked up a pen and wrote a few strokes on the notebook.
"I'm going to the film set at nine o'clock tomorrow morning for my makeup and styling."