Sheng Yan slightly furrowed his brows, first looking at the agent beside him. The agent, understanding, nodded and headed out to wait for him in the car outside.
After the agent’s figure had disappeared, Mrs. Sheng’s roaring had almost co to an end.
He spoke slowly and steadily, "Mom, I have been on a plane for eight hours, I’m now in Europe."
What he ant was—during that ti, he had no idea what had happened.
Mrs. Sheng’s voice caught in her throat, but she still hurriedly said, "I don’t care, Jinxia is about to leave the circle. I have been telling you from four years ago to take good care of her, how co Jinxia’s situation is getting worse, have you not taken my words to heart at all?"
Sheng Yan started walking leisurely towards the outside, calmly saying, "Mom, JY girl group has gone from an eighteenth-tier group to a second-tier group in four years, which is already very fast in the circle."
Mrs. Sheng was once again at a loss for words, slightly guiltily she said, "But in the end, Jinxia still left the group..."
Sheng Yan’s expression did not change, "That was her own choice."
Mrs. Sheng: "Alright, alright, whatever you say is right, I wronged you, but in the end, you still managed her right out of the circle."
Sheng Yan paused in his step, "She won’t."
Mrs. Sheng was startled, "What?"
Sheng Yan saw the agent upfront waving at him, and spoke in an even tone, "Mom, she won’t leave the entertainnt circle. I have to work now."
Nothing was more important than not disturbing her son at work, this Mrs. Sheng understood very well; even with many doubts in her heart, she had to suppress them and took the initiative to hang up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Sheng looked at the darkened screen of her mobile phone and muttered, "He really is a stone; can’t chip any news out of him."
She frowned slightly, although Mrs. He had explained Jinxia’s thoughts to her, Mrs. Sheng was still sowhat worried.
Jinxia was practically soone she watched grow up, not only her friend’s daughter but also...
A spark of inspiration flashed through her mind, Mrs. Sheng’s eyes brightened, and she thought of a thod, taking out her phone and busying herself with it.
On the other side, Sheng Yan got into the car, the warmth hitting his face made his coat feel instantly moist.
He took off his coat, revealing a sapphire blue shirt underneath that displayed the contours of his robust and masculine physique. Perhaps it was slightly hot, so he even undid the top buttons of his collar, brimming with an air of hormonal appeal.
Seeing that Sheng Yan’s face was sowhat grim, the agent Zhang Ming asked curiously, "Is Aunt Sheng pushing you for a blind date again?"
Sheng Yan’s fingers paused mid-scroll on his phone, glancing sideways at Zhang Ming, his eyes as sharp as icy daggers.
Zhang Ming imdiately coughed a few tis, turned his head toward the window, and pretended to be curious, "Huh, surprisingly, even though the weather in Europe is cold, the sky is very blue and the scenery is good, unlike in Imperial City. When it’s cold there, the sky always seems to be covered with a layer of grey."
Sheng Yan kept his head down and continued looking at his phone, his tone flat, "You’ve been to Europe more than a dozen tis."
So, stop pretending like you’ve never seen it before.
Zhang Ming smacked his lips, feeling awkward having been called out, and chuckled a few tis, saying, "The scenery in Europe is indeed beautiful."
Sheng Yan ignored him and quickly found He Jinxia’s announcent of leaving the circle on his phone, his eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed.
He pondered for a mont, according to the probing that day, He Jinxia probably did not know about the existence of that movie, and the variety show was also recorded two weeks in advance.
That is to say, at the ti of recording the program, He Jinxia had already decided to do this, and her approach coincidentally matched that of the movie.
Sheng Yan’s gaze darkened slightly, in the entertainnt circle, opportunity and ability were indispensable, and opportunity had an invisible influencing factor, which was luck.
Looking at it this way, He Jinxia’s luck, was not bad at all.
He muttered to himself, "It all depends on whether you can seize the chance."
"What did you just say, seize what?" Zhang Ming faintly heard Sheng Yan’s murmur and turned to ask.
Sheng Yan spoke deliberately and slowly, "I am seriously considering whether your salary is a bit too high."
Zhang Ming’s face changed, and he was just about to say sothing when Sheng Yan shot him a sharp glance.
He imdiately closed his mouth, placing his hand over it and mid zipping it shut, click, click, click—there, he wouldn’t say a word, surely that would be okay.
Alas, being an agent is not easy, managing a star is like looking after a problem child, and then there’s the daily threat of a pay cut—his grievances were unspeakable!
***
The best way to quickly imrse yourself into a role is to cast aside all your personal thoughts and beco the person in the script, embodying them. This thod is known in the circle as "Getting into character."
Every actor hopes to get into character, but very few truly can.
Getting into character ans you have a crystal clear understanding of the character’s personality, her movents, her inner thoughts, her facial expressions... Achieving this requires extensive observation and a wealth of experience.
Each person is a unique individual with their own thoughts and actions; how can one break free from themselves and beco soone else?
But there’s no shortage of a certain kind of people in this world—geniuses.
When He Jinxia searched for acting materials, what ca up most in her search results were reports about Sheng Yan.
In just five years since his debut, he had won nurous awards. The young face couldn’t hide his skillful acting, earning him the title of an acting genius.
After reading the reports on her phone, He Jinxia took a deep breath, turned off her phone, and started looking for modern workplace dramas to study.
If she had landed an ancient tis drama, her situation would have been completely different.
Having lived a life more than others, she brought with her a richness of experience from ancient tis; with her eyes closed, those in ancient attire sprang vividly into her mind one by one.
But this ti, she was filming a contemporary drama, and she had to shed her inherent thoughts and habits, striving to make her movents and expressions more modern.
In just one day, accomplishing all this seed as difficult as reaching the heavens, so He Jinxia ca up with a thod—imitation.
The birth of a great actor often starts with imitation.
He Jinxia began frantically watching movies and TV series, madly practicing her facial expressions in the mirror. This was the only opportunity she had at hand, and why wouldn’t she give it her all?
In terms of striving, He Jinxia exhibited incredible tenacity.
So when Luo You ca the next day to pick up He Jinxia, what he saw was her with a pair of panda eyes.
Luo You’s mouth twitched slightly—honestly, from a distance, He Jinxia’s build did match the national treasure’s profile.
He Jinxia was dressed in the standard office attire—a white blouse, a pencil skirt, and high heels, unmade up, looking haggard.
Once in the car, she was about to explain to Luo You that she had stayed up all night practicing her acting, accidentally fell asleep, and by the ti she awakened it was too late, so she didn’t put on makeup. But in the next second, Luo You’s surprised voice ca through:
"Jinxia, you’ve prepared so thoroughly. I was about to criticize you for not wearing makeup, but then I thought, this look of yours is exactly like Chen Xiaohui in the script!"
"Ostracized, down and out, unkempt, having given up on herself... How consistent the image is!"
He Jinxia’s face turned slightly embarrassed: "..."
It must be said, this was a wonderful misunderstanding.
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