The Demon King of Rebirth is also unspoken

10 minutes before the selection starts.

The special elevator painted with roses not far from the entrance of the venue opened slowly, and a pair of long legs wearing black narrow-leg trousers stepped out of the elevator door, looking up, followed by a well-proportioned upper body, even Through a layer of suit, he could faintly see his well-distributed chest—a very secure feeling.

Further up is a handsome and flawless face, the man is already indifferent, coupled with that cold face, the sword eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, and the sharp eagle-like eyes, straight and straight. Thin lips, when not talking or smiling, the face is like a thin layer of frost, the whole person is like a mobile refrigerator, emitting air-conditioning all the time, enough to make people and animals run around within a three-mile radius, no one dares to approach half point.He walked out of the elevator alone, with no one following him.

He puts one hand in his pocket, his right hand hangs by his side, and he wears a string of simple brown beads on his wrist. His aura is so strong that no one can ignore it.Therefore, as soon as he appeared—or when the elevator just opened, everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath and look in his direction, and all of them had symptoms of cold sweat more or less when they saw him.

The sponsor Ji Yuanyan, the president of Ji's Enterprise, who was scheduled to come here at the last round, unexpectedly came to this mere newcomer selection site ahead of time!It stands to reason that, as businessmen, they only need entertainers who can make money for them, and those who come in through the back door will tell them at the beginning, so they usually only come here in a symbolic way at the last show, and give their opinions by the way. From a commercial point of view, he selects artists who he thinks can be profitable.

But I didn't expect that this time, Ji Yuanyan actually played his cards out of common sense. Judging from his current busy work, this is just a trivial thing, but he didn't expect him to come here in person for this kind of thing. Audition venue!

The organizer of the competition couldn't help but sweat dripped down his forehead. He walked up to the man quickly in three steps, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked with a flattering smile, "! Why are you here?" ?!"

Ji Yuanyan did not answer the host's question, but asked noncommittally, "No?"

Hearing his vague answer, the host, who was afraid that the other party would be angry, immediately cut off his own question, and responded with a smile, "How can that be! It is our great honor to have you come!" while tentatively arranging Ji Yuanyan. in the middle.

"No, I'll sit on the side." Ji Yuanyan coldly rejected the host's proposal, and sat on a corner of the judging table with a stool.

...But even if you are sitting on the side, you exude a sense of presence that cannot be ignored, tut

With silent tears in his heart, the host watched as Ji Yuanyan took his seat automatically. He was leaning against the back of the chair at this time, with his hands crossed in a steeple shape on his lap, his legs crossed, and he looked like a nobleman.

What is this guy here for?I was choked back after asking a question before, but the organizer still couldn't help but silently guess the purpose of this sudden visit.Although this selection meeting is to replenish the company's blood, for the company, for Ji Yuanyan, it is just a small occasion... There is no reason to come to such a place!

Could it be... is it because President Ji himself has a favorite candidate?The organizer couldn't understand it, so he had to signal everyone to hurry up, anyway, the selection meeting was going on and the follow-up results would be known.

In the first round, nearly half of the people were wiped out, and Wang Mo was naturally one of the people who stayed.He arrived 5 minutes early, and they were in the waiting room, so he didn't know that Ji Yuanyan, the selection venue, was coming, nor did he know that he was about to face a choice that would affect his entire game.

Three minutes before the start of the competition, Wang Mo was patiently and quietly waiting for the upcoming selection, and he already had absolute confidence that he would be selected, while Ji Yuanyan took out his left hand and glanced at his watch, thinking An anxiety that even he himself didn't quite understand rose up.

The selection competition officially started. Wang Mo ranked No.14. After more than an hour of selection, he ignored the expressions of the people who entered and came out. He just sat in his seat and browsed the waiting room. Newspapers provided.

"Number 014, Wang Mo." When he said the name, Wang Mo folded the newspaper and stood up from his seat, and walked to the door. At the same time, it was Ji Yuanyan who responded. He squinted his eyes, Changing from his previous casualness, he stared at the door sharply and intently.

Wang Mo pushed the door and walked into the venue. When he closed the door, he saw Ji Yuanyan in the corner out of the corner of his eye—after all, he was like a bright pearl among a group of people, exuding a light that no one could ignore.Even after discovering the existence of the other party, Wang Mo remained calm, pretending not to know each other and began to introduce himself.

Immediately afterwards, the recitation of the script and a short script performance were carried out according to a series of requirements of the judges.

The content of the performance is about ancient China, and it tells the story of a down-and-out son of a poor family who wanted to pass the imperial examination to become famous in one fell swoop, but he didn't want to be favored by the daughter of the treacherous prime minister. Forced, let him enter the family.This young master gets along day and night, and the Qingmei girl who grew up together, the two families have already reached a marriage agreement between you and me, and they don't want to be forced by the prime minister because of the downfall of the young master's family, to give up this paper engagement.

The young master's love and career died under the power. He originally wanted to realize his ambition and dream of serving the country with his full knowledge, but he didn't want to encounter such a sudden disaster.Regarding the impending wedding date, the son of the aristocratic family was unhappy, but in the end he still couldn't compromise, looked up at the birds outside the window, and committed suicide with a smile on his face.

Wang Mo had some rough understanding of Chinese history, but it was not profound. After all, Morian City, the place where he was born, had never paid attention to any profound history, or any handsome young man from a family. For respect, what you pay attention to is not such a thing that hurts Qiu Bei.Those who have time to hurt Qiu Bei have long been killed.However, he already has ten lines of sight, a photographic memory, a strong comprehension ability, and a transparent personality. He has learned enough things in the past few years of living in the human world to perform practical exercises. This acting skill is enough.

Now the scene he wants to perform is that Shi Jiazi has tried everything but still can't resist this fate, so he can only look at Asuka with a smile and leave.He should have hated it, his fiancée left him, there was no future in his career, and there was no sound, and he was about to marry a woman he didn't love at all, and fell into the muddy darkness he hated, but he didn't No hatred, just left with a smile.

The son of the family should hate, cry, and be unwilling, but why did he leave with a smile?It is very important to understand this point. If you do not understand this point, the drama you perform will have no soul and will not move others.

Wang Mo was only wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, not the ancient wide-sleeved and wide-sleeved clothes. However, he sat on the prop chair in the center of the stage, and abruptly sat in the posture of an ancient aristocratic family .The young man raised his head slightly, as if he was watching the scenery outside the window, his eyes were empty as if nothing could be seen by him.During this brief period of silence, everyone seemed to fall into a tense and silent atmosphere following his emotions, until he blinked his eyes, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, suddenly raised his white right hand, slightly raised his index finger, He tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking at something on his finger—yes, it was the bird.

It was clearly a bird outside the window, but it seemed to be at his fingertips.His originally empty eyes suddenly changed, his azure eyes suddenly softened, they were as unfathomable as the ocean, and like the surface of the sea under the sun, shimmering like shining diamonds, just a pair of eyes It's so gentle that you can't take your eyes off it.

"Little bird, little bird, you are the only one passing by my window now, why don't you come and be my company in my room." His voice was long and tender, as if it contained infinite melancholy, his tone was originally clear, but now he deliberately lowered it , there was actually a little more hoarseness, which made people feel sad suddenly.He raised his head, his eyes half-downcast, revealing a beautifully curved half of his face, and those slender, curled eyelashes that were trembling with pity.

Suddenly he opened his lips slightly, lifted his eyelids upwards, raised his index finger slightly, and made a movement to grab something, but stopped halfway through, and finally closed his fingers one by one, finally weakly dropped his arms—

"Forget it, you're going to leave eventually. You don't want to accompany me... just like her." He muttered to himself like crazy, the words were extremely sad, but the corners of his lips parted If there is a lonely smile.He shook his sleeves slightly, and moved his fingers lightly, as if he had pulled out something, then pulled out the non-existent stopper, and poured a grain of something into his palm between his fingers—by the way, it was the poison.This is the poison that the aristocratic son exchanged for the last heirloom, this poison can destroy his corpse together, just to be able to leave without a trace.

He kept smiling and swallowed the nonexistent pill, looked up out of the window, his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but more of a gratified smile, the smile on his lips was extremely bitter, but the smile in his eyes was filled with sadness. hope.Such an extreme contradiction actually presents a kind of extreme charm in him, the radiance is so radiant that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Fly, the farther the better." After finishing the last line of the short script, he looked at the window and fell into thought, his eyes were unbelievably soft and warm, those eyes... seemed to be looking at his own soul.

That's right, ancient China believed that the soul is more important than the body. The reason why the aristocratic son smiled was because he put his hope on his own soul. He expected his soul to be free like this bird flying in the sky. Free and unfettered.

But he was bitter and hopeless that his life in this life was about to end like this. He could no longer fulfill the wishes and ambitions of his ancestors. He had let down the hopes of his ancestors and his own dreams, so he would naturally feel bitter and hopeless.This combination of contradictions and extreme complexity is the true emotion of the son of the aristocratic family.

The poison melts as soon as it enters the throat, and finally the final scene of the son of the family's death is coming.

This scene is extremely important, if it is not performed well, I am afraid that the previous content will be wiped out.The smile on the corners of his lips faded slowly, and the diamond-like tears in his eyes finally closed, and instead of sliding down his face, they slipped into his eyes.The boy on the chair tilted his head, and his body finally slid to the ground as if he had lost all strength to support him.

Just like the withered life of the son of a family, it ended with a "plop".

"Thank you." Wang Mo stood up, patted the ashes on his body, and nodded slightly.He stood where he was, his eyes were cold, his posture was as elegant as a bamboo, and he didn't even bother to pretend.

——I'm afraid he doesn't feel that he should show any good attitude in front of the human beings he disdains.

"It's just him." Ji Yuanyan, who had been silent for more than an hour here and said nothing, suddenly said, "Let everyone else go back."

"Huh?! But President Ji..." The host didn't expect the uncle to be waiting for him here, cold sweat suddenly fell down, and the smile on the corner of his lips froze.

"Is there a problem?" Another rhetorical question from President Ji completely choked back the host's words. ——This is the sponsor's uncle, His Majesty has already spoken well, and once he has said his words, how dare he refuse to follow his words...

The organizer almost cried and knelt down to him and said he obeyed.

After Ji Yuanyan finished speaking, he stood up, and as soon as Fang turned his head, he met Wang Mo's gaze.

The two looked at each other, and I don't know what kind of affection they conveyed—this was the second meeting between the two of them.