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Ji Polun pointed at himself suspiciously. "Were you talking to me just now?"
Fang Zhao nodded and repeated, "Please stand aside. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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Ji Polun stared at Fang Zhao incredulously, like he was looking at a lunatic. After confirming Fang Zhao wasn't joking, his expression twisted. He got up and strode away. "Fine! Don't say I'm not playing along! " He had given his agent face by coming over. Not only were they not grateful, they were looking down on him?
Ji Polun walked toward the door with large strides, but just as he was about to step out of the door, he stopped, turned around, and sat down heavily on a chair beside Zu Wen. He didn't bother pretending anymore. Instead, he crossed his arms and crossed his legs. He wanted to see what this guy was going to do! From the looks of it, Fang Zhao was going to do it himself.
Tsk — I heard this guy was just a rookie composer, yet he was dreaming of being an actor. Did he think acting was like playing video games? Naive! Who did he think he was? A rookie like him would be a D-grade contract employee, one rank lower than Ji Polun.
Ji Polun started wondering what he should say if Fang Zhao's performance sucked. What would he say to get back at Fang Zhao for driving him away? Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take it lying down. Preposterous!
Fang Zhao didn't care what Ji Polun was thinking. He didn't care about the way Ji Polun was looking at him. He gestured to Zu Wen to reshoot the scene.
Fang Zhao did not know what techniques Ji Polun and the other actors had to display when they were acting. Ji Polun had just said to blend in with the scene, but Ji Polun had only been hypothesizing. He had placed himself in the scene that his brain had imagined. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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It wasn't just Ji Polun. The other actors were probably the same. No one had truly experienced that despairing era. Everything they knew was from images. Except Fang Zhao himself.
Although there had been electronic recordings of the Period of Destruction, and many films had been made in the New Era, the development of virtual technology had allowed people to get closer to those images and experience them more deeply.
But no matter how profound their experiences were, they could not compare to Fang Zhao, a person who had truly lived through that era.
Fang Zhao imitated Ji Polun and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them.
Sitting there, Ji Polun's entire body trembled. He uncrossed his legs and couldn't help but lean forward. The casualness faded from his face and was replaced by seriousness.
It was as if he was listening to a dirge of the world. Fang Zhao's bloodshot eyes glistened with tears, but no tears fell. What he revealed was endless sorrow and helplessness.
The heavens fell and the earth cracked. His home was destroyed and people died. Only in the face of natural disasters did they feel that all living things were so insignificant and helpless.
At that moment, the sadness and depression that burst out swept through the whole studio like the wind.
Ji Polun took a deep breath.
All of this was done by Fang Zhao alone, in this enclosed space without any background. There was no one to act with, and from start to finish, he did not have a single line. He just sat there and did not even move his body. Only his facial expression and the emotions revealed in his eyes played out the emotions of his character.
Even a blink of an eye seemed to be timed precisely. If he had been a step faster or half a beat slower, he would not have achieved such an effect.
Ji Polun thought back to his own performance. Compared to Fang Zhao's, it seemed slightly exaggerated and artificial. It lacked a real sense of touch.
When he was learning acting, Ji Polun had heard his teacher say that grief could not be expressed through screaming and crying. Sometimes, just a look was enough.
Was this person really not a professional actor?
Countless classic movie clips from the Period of Destruction floated through Ji Polun's mind, but none of them matched. Fang Zhao was not imitating any of those clips.
Ji Polun even had a feeling that this person was not acting. He had really experienced that catastrophe and lived in that era.
By the way, what kind of virtual character did they choose?
What was his personality like?
Miscalculation! He had actually started acting according to his imagination without even knowing anything.
This was a huge taboo.
Perhaps it was because he had heard his agent's nonchalant tone that he had not paid much attention to it.
Ji Polun did not say anything. Fang Zhao continued to act according to his original script. He did not need anyone to remind him. No one knew better than he did what he had planned.
This was a scene without any dialogue. The focus of the so-called eye model was only the eyes.
Inside the studio, everyone's breathing was light. Only the sound of Zu Wen fiddling with his equipment could be heard. But both Zu Wen and Ji Polun could feel the atmosphere in this small studio changing.
Repressed sorrow, suffocating despair, loss, hesitation. Where was the path to survival? It was like a bee trapped in a room searching for light to navigate itself.
Time passed minute by minute.
Fang Zhao only ended the recording when Song Miao ran into a problem with the sound source.
"Take a break." Fang Zhao let Zu Wen take a break. He got up and left the studio, heading for the sound source. When he got up, Fang Zhao had completely detached himself from the previous situation. He was back to normal.
Removed from the mood so quickly? Ji Polun was dumbfounded.
After Fang Zhao left, Ji Polun went over to ask Zu Wen, "That Fang Zhao, is he really just a composer? Has he never studied acting? "
"I don't know if he has, but I do know that he is a professional composer. He made it to fifth place in the new talent competition in 20 days. You should have heard of him," Zu Wen said.
Ji Polun knew all this, but Fang Zhao's performance made him suspicious.
"Hey, aren't you leaving?" Zu Wen thought Ji Polun would leave in a fit of anger, but Ji Polun didn't seem to have any intention of doing so.
"Leave? Why would I leave? Right, do you have a music video and a more detailed introduction to your virtual character? Let me see, "Ji Polun asked.
Zu Wen looked at Ji Polun in astonishment and handed him the documents from his drawer. In any case, Ji Polun had signed a confidentiality agreement when he arrived. The documents were meant for him to read, but Ji Polun didn't want to read them.
The next day.
Zu Wen didn't count on Ji Polun anymore. Fang Zhao could handle it. But Ji Polun came to the 50th floor the next day.
"Don't look at me. Pretend I'm not here. You guys continue. Which part were you at? Did you transform? " Ignoring Fang Zhao and Zu Wen's gazes, Ji Polun pulled over a chair and sat down. He watched intently from the side.
Not just the next day, but for the next few days, Ji Polun was there the entire time. He didn't do much, just sit in the studio and watch. It was as if he was going to stay and not leave.
Although Ji Polun had a lot of small problems, he was a motivated actor. Fang Zhao didn't chase him away.
When the required part was finally finished, Ji Polun couldn't help but approach Fang Zhao.
"Can I ask, what's on your mind the most when you're performing?" He wanted to know how Fang Zhao was able to incorporate his emotions into the scene and then express them so vividly.
When Fang Zhao heard this, he paused in the act of drinking water and said very seriously, "Background music."
Ji Polun: "..."
Ji Polun suddenly remembered something his university teacher had said. Don't try to ask a professional composer what's on their mind. They might walk, eat, and drink with background music.
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