Entertainment Industry: I am a top-tier movie star

Chen Nianbei did not answer immediately.

He closed his eyes and replayed the scene from that afternoon in his mind.

Wearing blood-stained clothes, Yang Zhi searched for her brother among the rows of hospital beds, her fingers trembling as she brushed across the faces of each wounded soldier.

"In the third shot,"

Chen Nianbei opened her eyes. "She walked from left to right, and when she passed bed number three, she stopped a little deliberately."

Kong Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Go on."

"She was looking for her relatives, so her steps should have been hurried and frantic."

But every time he saw a similar figure, he would suddenly slow down, get closer to confirm, then be disappointed, and then quicken his pace again.

Chen Nianbei spoke quickly but clearly, "but her rhythm was too even, like a pre-planned movement."

The tent was quiet for a few seconds.

Kong Sheng put down his thermos, pulled a script from the table, and turned to a certain page:

"So what do you think Hu Xiangxiang was thinking at that moment?"

The problem has escalated.

The focus has shifted from the technical level to the psychological level.

Chen Nianbei thought for a moment: "She's afraid. Afraid that she'll find her brother's body, but she has to find it."

Therefore, her eyes should have shown both anticipation and resistance.

Before looking at a face, he would close his eyes briefly, as if he was afraid to look.

He paused, then added, "And she should have been able to smell the blood, the disinfectant, and the rotting wounds."

These smells would intensify her fear and nausea, so her breathing rhythm should also change, such as occasionally holding her breath suddenly and then gasping for air.

Kong Sheng didn't speak, he just looked at him.

"The wounded soldier you just played,"

Kong Sheng suddenly changed the subject, "Why didn't you move a single finger the whole time?"

"The muscles of a person who is seriously injured and unconscious are relaxed."

Chen Nianbei said, "Moreover, wounded soldiers on the battlefield, after lying down for a few days, will unconsciously tilt their bodies to one side because they will curl up when they are in pain."

When I lay down, I deliberately lowered my right shoulder slightly and bent my left leg slightly, mimicking that unconscious posture of pain.

After he finished speaking, he smiled a little embarrassedly:

"Of course, maybe I'm overthinking it. After all, the camera didn't even show the lower half of their bodies."

Kong Sheng shook his head: "No, you're right. The crew needs people like this who 'overthink' things."

He closed the script, leaned back in his chair, as if he had made a decision.

"There's a scene tomorrow morning, where Xiaoman—Hu Xiangxiang's younger brother Hu Xiangjiang—says goodbye to his sister."

Kong Sheng said casually, "I've tried out several people before, but the auditions didn't go very well."

Chen Nianbei's heart skipped a beat.

"This scene is short, only a few minutes."

Kong Sheng looked at him and said, "If you're willing, prepare tonight and come try it at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

He spoke casually, but Chen Nianbei knew what it meant.

Even if it was just an audition, it was Kong Sheng's first real opportunity for him.

"Thank you, Director. I will definitely prepare well." Chen Nianbei stood up.

"Don't thank me yet," Kong Sheng waved his hand. "It depends on your performance during the audition. If you don't do well..."

"clear."

When Chen Nianbei stepped out of the tent, it was already completely dark.

The lights in the film and television base lit up one by one, and in the distance, film crews were shooting night scenes, with the lighting panels reflecting a blinding white light.

He took a deep breath of the cool autumn night air, something churning in his chest.

It wasn't excitement, but a long-lost sense of nervousness.

That tension about the performance itself.

In his past life, he would have this feeling every time he received an important role.

During those years of internet celebrity, he had long since become numb to it. Anyway, lines could be dubbed in post-production, expressions could be edited, and as long as his acting skills weren't good enough, he could still have a pretty face.

But it's different now.

Back to the guesthouse room where we were staying temporarily.

There was a four-person room, and the other three were extras who hadn't finished work yet.

Chen Nianbei turned on the light and took out a notebook and script from her backpack.

Xiaoman, Hu Xiangjiang, the youngest son of the Hu family.

He starts as a mischievous boy, but the war forces him to grow up.

The scene we're rehearsing for tomorrow is the scene where he bids farewell to his sister, Hu Xiangxiang.

Chen Nianbei spread out paper and pen and began to write a short biography of the character.

This is his own habit.

In his previous life, he would write a "biography" for each character before playing them.

When were you born? What do you like to eat? What are you afraid of? How old were you when you first lied? What is your most precious memory?

By the end, the character comes alive in your heart.

My phone vibrated halfway through writing.

Naza: "Are you done working? Was it very tiring?"

It was also accompanied by a cat yawning emoji.

Chen Nianbei checked the time; it was 9:30 PM.

He replied, "Just got back to my place. It's been pretty busy, but interesting. How about you?"

Naza replied immediately: "Just finished my acting class. Sister Li hired a teacher for me. Three classes a week, I'm exhausted."

Then she texted again: "How was your day? Did you learn anything?"

Chen Nianbei hesitated for a moment.

"Director Kong has given me a chance to audition, tomorrow morning."

He typed to add, "A minor character."

After sending it, he added, "It might not work yet, let's give it a try first."

The phone remained silent for a full minute.

Then Naza replied: "An audition?"

You could feel her surprise even through the screen.

Chen Nianbei: "Mm."

Nazar: "Oh my god! What role? How many lines? Who are you playing?"

A barrage of questions came crashing down on me.

Chen Nianbei couldn't help but laugh, as if she could see the wide-eyed look on the other side of the screen.

He gave a brief explanation of the role.

After a moment of silence, Naza sent a message: "Chen Nianbei, my agent is right."

"Um?"

"You definitely have a background I don't know about."

The person with the tied-up hair wore an expression that said, "I've seen through everything."

Otherwise, why would Director Kong casually let a lowly laborer audition? Especially for a role with a name!

Chen Nianbei didn't know how to respond.

Saying "I'm really just doing odd jobs" seems too fake.

Saying "My dad knows Director Kong" would sound like showing off.

Finally, he replied, "Maybe it's because I've been working harder moving boxes these past few days?"

Then, a string of ellipses appeared in the hair, followed by:

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then forget it. But... good luck, prepare well!"

If you actually get the role, you'll be the first person in our class to have a character in a serious drama!

These words revealed genuine envy, and also a hint of happiness for the classmate.

Chen Nianbei felt a warmth in her heart: "You too, study hard, the best opportunities are yet to come."

"Okay! Then get ready, I won't bother you anymore. Let me know the results after the test tomorrow!"

"it is good."

Putting down her phone, Chen Nianbei looked back at her laptop.

The film studio outside the window gradually quieted down, with only the occasional clanging sound of the props crew packing up equipment coming from afar.

Under the lamplight, he wrote the last line on the paper:

"What Xiaoman fears most is not death, but watching her family members die one by one while she is powerless to stop it."

……

At the same time, in an apartment in Beijing.

Naza had just finished showering and was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a towel, looking through her chat history with Chen Nianbei again.

"An audition..." she murmured to herself.

Sister Li is right, there are no free lunches in this industry.

Chen Nianbei was able to get a job as a handyman in Kong Sheng's film crew and even get an audition opportunity, so there must be someone behind her.

But she didn't think Chen Nianbei was showing off or hiding anything.

His reply just now showed a maturity beyond his years.

If other students had this opportunity, they would have already been sharing it on social media. They wouldn't be so nonchalant as to say, "It might not even work out."

Naza suddenly remembered the final performance of her freshman year acting class, where Chen Nianbei played a supporting role and delivered his lines very stiffly.

When the teacher gave his feedback, he blushed and lowered his head.

Only a year has passed...

My phone vibrated again; it was Sister Li sending me the schedule.

Tomorrow morning there will be the initial review of the final cut of the GG video, followed by media interviews in the afternoon, and a cocktail party hosted by a fashion magazine in the evening.

Naza replied with "Received," and then opened her acting class notes.

On the notebook's title page, she wrote a line in highlighter: "Every shot is a resume."

These words were spoken by Chen Nianbei.

She stared at the words for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

Perhaps Sister Li is right; we should make more friends.

But this friend seemed more interesting than she had imagined.

……

The night in Huairou grew deeper and deeper.

When Chen Nianbei closed her laptop, it was already one in the morning.

He went over the lines dozens of times, designing at least three different ways to pronounce each line, and even practiced the blocking in the room several times.

Although tomorrow's audition may not require any positioning.

Finally, he stood in front of the only mirror in the room, looking at the young face reflected in it.

"I'm worried," he said in a low voice.

The face in the mirror looked serious, but the eyes weren't quite there.

I haven't experienced loss yet, nor have I been worn down by life.

Chen Nianbei closed her eyes and tried hard to recall.

Recalling those helpless moments from his past life—watching his father's hunched back as he secretly slipped him money, watching the person he once loved leave without looking back, watching his best opportunity for a role be snatched away by someone else…

When I opened my eyes again, the person in the mirror had a different look in their eyes.

"Yes, that's it," Chen Nianbei said softly.

He turned off the desk lamp and lay down on the bed. Outside the window, the last light in the film studio also went out.

Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.

The first real opportunity.

He had to catch it.