180: Chapter 180 F-Rank Manager Task – Patrol Teacher 180: Chapter 180 F-Rank Manager Task – Patrol Teacher The actors have already been chosen?!
In the waiting room, the remaining actors looked at each other in dismay.
As professional actors, many of them didn’t know what kind of expression they should have at this ti.
After struggling to morize the script for an entire hour, fueled by nervous excitent and two cans of energy drink, the staff was now saying the actors had already been determined?
“Is it over?” Acheng, standing at the very front of the queue, stared dumbfounded at the staff at the door, almost swallowing his gum: “We haven’t even started, how can it be over?
No one has taken the stage yet!”
Many people, when struck with such sudden news, go through three stages: disbelief, frantic questioning, and slowly coming to terms with it.
Acheng was currently in the first stage.
He took a few steps forward and frightened the staff mber so much that they dared not enter the room.
“The actor chosen was Han Fei, the first to audition.
Actually, Director Zhang was quite fond of him from the start, and his visit to Xinhu City was partly because of Han Fei,” the staff mber tried to console Acheng, hoping he would co to terms with it.
But to his surprise, after hearing his words of comfort, Acheng’s face turned red with frustration.
“Didn’t you just say that whoever got chosen, you’d all be genuinely happy for them?” noticing the odd expressions on everyone’s faces, the staff mber didn’t dare to talk recklessly anymore: “Well… the lights in the theater will be turned off soon, if there’s nothing else, you should leave now, we’re about to clean up.”
“Impossible!
There must be so mistake, why would it be him?
A supporting role?
A supporting role I wouldn’t even deign to glance at.” Acheng clenched the script in his hand.
He did not turn to look at the other actors in the room, his face a ghastly purple, as if he had been viciously slapped several tis.
“Acheng, there will be other opportunities…” Wu Li felt a bit sorry for Acheng and wanted to comfort him, but as soon as he started to speak, Acheng left abruptly, clutching the script.
The actors in the waiting room looked at each other, staying there was only adding to the awkwardness, so they each found excuses to leave the theater.
…
Han Fei walked ho alone, completely indifferent to what the other young actors in the waiting room might think.
He was just trying to walk his own path.
“The salary for a movie in cinemas is indeed extraordinary, once Director Zhang and the others pay a part of the salary in advance, I’ll be able to buy a Ga Box.”
The acting business is like a narrow bridge crossed by thousands of troops.
Before making a na for oneself, all earnings put together don’t amount to what one could earn from a part-ti job, and you face the most disdain and hardship.
All that effort often yields little in return, and ultimately, ninety percent of actors choose to give up and leave the industry.
But it’s different once you make a na.
Once you beco a known actor, the inco multiplies by folds.
Han Fei was now starting to make it; from the mont he climbed up the actor ranking list, his life had begun to change.
Being able to star in a film by Director Zhang, especially as one of the key roles, Han Fei too felt a surge of excitent.
However, all the excitent evaporated the mont he stepped through his ho’s door.
Looking at the gaming helt on the table, Han Fei showed a bitter smile: “For all I know, I might end up in the newspaper tomorrow, ‘Rising actor found dead after all-night gaming.'”
No matter how promising the future seems, it’s only good if you live to see it.
Han Fei found after acquiring the gaming helt that his life had really changed dramatically; he now looked forward to the next day, to the future, started putting effort into surviving.
“Humans really are peculiar creatures.
When they haven’t lost sothing, they don’t cherish it, living aimlessly, wasting ti.
But when life cos with a deadline, people will do everything possible just to live another twenty-four hours.”
Touching the healing-type label on the ga helt, Han Fei felt his life was now intertwined with this ga.
“Does a perfect life really exist?”
The electronic clock on the wall ticked away, and Han Fei, getting into the right mindset, had found the layout of Yimin Private Academy’s infirmary online and morized every detail of the room.
Ma Manjiang might stay to guard the corpse, so the mont Han Fei logged into the ga, he needed to enter the infirmary, open the cupboard, and then escape through the window with Jin Sheng.
He rehearsed in his mind several tis, each step precise to the second.
As the seconds ticked by, it finally reached midnight.
After connecting all the wires and making full preparations, Han Fei donned his gaming helt.
Blood descended!
The mont the system notification sounded, Han Fei’s body moved to the right.
There was a pungent stench of decay, a chilling curse in the air, and a cold that nearly froze his fingers—multiple sensations flooded him at once!
Without any hesitation, Han Fei did as he had rehearsed in his mind and kicked open the door to the infirmary.
He charged towards the cabinet where the dicines were stored; since many drugs can’t be exposed to sunlight, the cabinet was placed in the deepest corner of the room.
Almost simultaneously with Han Fei’s surge into the infirmary, several blood-red arms slamd down hard where he had appeared, creating several loud booms.
Blood spattered everywhere, and although Han Fei knew sothing was behind him, he didn’t dare turn his head.
For him at that mont, every single second was incredibly precious!
His body shot out like an arrow, and by the ti the antagonist launched a second attack, Han Fei reached the dicine cabinet at the very back of the infirmary.
He grabbed the cabinet door and flung it open with force!
“Jin Sheng!”
Han Fei was now risking his life; he had no other choice.
The pitch-black cabinet door swung open, and as Han Fei looked inside, the system’s voice rang out in his mind.
“Attention, player number 0000!
You have obtained a Grade G Curse Item—Jin Sheng’s Howork Notebook, successfully triggering a Grade F Manager task—Yimin Private Academy Patrol Teacher.”
“Yimin Private Academy Patrol Teacher (Grade F Manager Task): In the school, teachers are the parents of their students.
You must care for and love all students, respect their personalities, and facilitate their comprehensive developnt in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labour.
While fulfilling your educational duties, kill everyone who wishes to harm the students.”
“Attention!
Due to the player’s level being far below the task’s, an additional task hint is appended!”
“Each Manager task is ford based on the mory of the previous Manager.
You will enter the mory of the Manager, where dying does not incur a death penalty, but you will lose part of your mory.”
“Attention!
Completing all Kaidan in the school can greatly reduce the difficulty of the Manager task.
Your current Kaidan completion progress is four-sevenths!”
As the notification rang out in his mind, a scarred arm reached out from the cabinet.
Han Fei instinctively grabbed the hand, and then his body was pulled towards the cabinet.
As he lost his balance, Han Fei turned to take one last look before falling.
Dragging along untold malice, Ma Manjiang had completely lost its mind.
It was in the hallway with gashes all over its body, roaring as it rushed toward the wardrobe.
Only by taking Jin Sheng’s howork notebook could one trigger the secret inside the wardrobe.
Ma Manjiang’s expression was utterly twisted; its chest ripped open and blood poured down like rain.
As the cabinet door was about to close, an endless malevolence wrapped around a blue butterfly that flew out of Ma Manjiang’s chest.
It followed Han Fei and squeezed into the cabinet with him.
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