The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1757 Make mistakes
Feeling dizzy and disoriented—

But eventually, the world in Seth's eyes gradually became clearer, the mist that had shrouded his pupils slowly dissipated, and the focus was re-aligned.

Right in front of me were the faces of Anson and Chris. Normally, seeing these two faces would make me instinctively want to criticize and attack the handsome guys, but now I could clearly see the worry in their eyes, eyebrows, and cheeks, and those tiny details were magnified in their pupils.

It is more direct than any words.

It gently and without any obstruction struck my heart, and a faint warmth flowed through my chest.

The phrase "thank you for your concern" was already twirling on the tip of the tongue, but when it was uttered, it had already changed its form, returning to the comedian's sarcastic instinct.

Are you guys celebrating me getting beaten up by Mike Tyson?

As soon as the words left his mouth, Seth felt a pang of regret. He didn't need to respond to other people's relationships in this way, but these habits had become ingrained in his bones and evolved into a conditioned reflex. He just couldn't control himself. Teasing, complaining, and being sarcastic were both a defense mechanism and a mask.

And it just won't stop.

"I know, I know, you're all so envious your stomachs hurt, but there's nothing I can do. Mike Tyson chose me, maybe because my face is just so punchable."

Seth spread his hands, looking helpless.

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's an advantage we were born with. If you envy it, you've already lost. Now you finally understand how I usually feel, right?"

"Haha, loser."

One second, two seconds—

The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet and no one responds to Seth's joke; that humor just freezes out.

then.

Anson and Chris finally realized what was happening.

"roll."

"Grass."

"Damn it, you're a lunatic."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"We're worried about you, oh God, we look like clowns worrying about you."

"I simply can't believe it."

"Grass."

One after another, their words poured forth like a torrential downpour, like a sudden storm.

This scene caught Seth's eye, and his smile blossomed, brighter and happier than ever before. For a comedian, nothing is more gratifying than having their jokes ignite the entire audience.

card!
Amidst the turmoil, Todd finally found his voice, and reason finally emerged from the clamor of thoughts in his mind, bringing him to the brakes.

However, Todd was completely unaware that he was too nervous; his voice was stuck in his throat, as weak and feeble as a newborn kitten.

The sound didn't get through at all; only a small group of staff around heard it, and it wasn't accurately relayed.

In the footage, Anson and his team are completely unaware.

In fact, for Anson and his team, whether or not filming was interrupted had no impact. The line between reality and film had long been blurred and completely broken. Even they themselves could not distinguish which were lines and which were their own words, which were performances and which were genuine emotional reactions.

Only then did Anson finally realize what was happening—

A moment of fear.

Indeed, all of this is too unbelievable, whether it's everything Phil and his friends experienced in "The Hangover" or everything Anson and his friends experienced in the real world.

Now, it seems that things have finally come to a temporary halt, allowing for a brief respite.

Seeing Seth back to normal and starting to complain, Seth's tense nerves relaxed a bit, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, and exhaustion and panic surged up like a tidal wave. He suddenly felt weak, his calves went limp, his knees trembled, and he could no longer support his body. He collapsed to the ground.

Thump. With a muffled sound, Seth and Chris both looked at Anson, whose legs had gone limp and collapsed to the ground, and were slightly taken aback.

The three people looked at each other.

Then, unable to control himself any longer, a smile crept onto his lips, a smile that was both helpless and absurd, both funny and frustrating, a smile that trembled gently in his chest.

Chris simply sat down, looked at Seth, then at Anson. This was probably the most unbelievable and bizarre filming experience of his acting career. His mind was surging with a thousand words, and he had countless things he wanted to say, but in the end, it all turned into a smile on his lips.

"what."

With a soft chuckle, the three exchanged glances, and their laughter was fully unleashed.

"Hahaha. Hahaha!"

The chuckles turned into uproarious laughter. The more they thought about it, the more absurd and hilarious it became. The three of them sat on the ground like madmen, laughing until tears streamed down their faces.

"Card!"

Finally, Todd found his voice, shouted, and ended the filming.

"Card!"

Todd simply stood up, waved to the staff around him, and repeated it over and over.

"Filming over. Over."

"Medical team! Medical team! Immediately, right now, we need to check on the actors' condition. Hurry, this can't be delayed any longer."

The crew finally got busy, rushing out in a flurry, working aimlessly like headless flies.

Amidst the crowd, Brad and Eva disregarded everything else, bypassed the surveillance cameras, rushed straight out of the room, entered the living room, and quickly made their way there.

Although there was no verbal exchange, the worry in their eyes was unmistakable; they feared that Anson and the other two might be in a worse situation than they imagined.

Without uttering a word, he threw his head back and laughed loudly. Is this not a sign of going mad from his cultivation?
Brad rushed ahead of them, calling out, "Anson..."

But after shouting, Brad slammed on the brakes, a thousand words stuck in his throat, unsure how to express his concern.

Eva, who was a little slower, didn't have such worries and asked directly, "Anson, are you alright?"

Anson turned his head and looked around. "I'm fine, everything's fine. What, do I look like I'm not doing well?"

After a pause, neither Eva nor Brad spoke. Anson realized what was happening and said, "Wait, you guys..."

Anson turned to Seth and Chris, "They must think the three of us are crazy."

Seth shrugged slightly. "You can't blame them. They certainly have reason to believe that, because we really do look like lunatics. The whole shoot today was insane. Even if we're not crazy yet, we're not far off. Haha, hahaha."

The three of them burst into laughter again.

Anson wiped his wet eyes. The ups and downs of filming had truly given him an unprecedented experience of performing.

Who would have thought that the most interesting and unforgettable acting experience I've had in all these years in the world of acting would be with Mike Tyson?

With a slight effort, Anson's smile faded, and he looked at Seth again, his face serious. "Seth, I'm sorry."

Seth was confused. "What?"

Anson shrugged slightly, his expression a little strained. "Sorry, we should have stopped filming when Mike Tyson punched you..."

Before Anson could continue, Chris came to his senses. Although Seth was fine now, no one knew at the time; moreover, without a medical examination, they couldn't be sure if Seth was alright, and the potential risk of concussion was still like a sword hanging over their heads.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Seth, we’ve all gone crazy. We should have stopped filming. Nothing is more important than your situation.”

"What I mean is... I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry."

(End of this chapter)