The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1759 Laughter Never Stops
“We don’t know how many times he’s willing to reshoot, and we don’t know if a reshoot will be able to recapture the feeling of this time…”

"To be honest, I don't have any hope."

Seth spread his hands, shrugged slightly, and gave a look of disgust. No further words were needed; his meaning was perfectly conveyed.

Brad casually remarked, "You're not planning to see Mike Tyson again, are you?"

"Shh." Seth quickly put his finger to his lips, looking around nervously with shifty eyes, as if afraid that Mike Tyson would appear.

That appearance was truly hilarious.

Anson and Chris exchanged glances and relaxed a little. Seth seemed to have returned to normal and appeared to be alright.

"not to mention……"

Seth paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Anson, remember? You said that this movie was meant to be a fun movie for us friends, just like Phil and Doug did?"

"Actually, my adrenaline is still pumping, and I don't feel any pain at all. God, that's Mike Tyson! Who in this world could be as lucky as me to get punched and knocked out by Mike Tyson?"

"Ha, I know you're envious, but there's nothing I can do about it, this is my talent, right? Number one at attracting hatred."

Nothing serious.

Even when discussing serious topics, he still can't control his comedic instincts.

But it's clear that Seth is extremely excited right now, speaking faster and faster like a machine gun, his eyebrows dancing and spittle flying everywhere.

Seth looked at the audience and eagerly shared his experience, “Actually, I have no idea what happened. I don’t even remember where his fist hit me. I just felt like I was hit by a spark, and then everything became blurry and chaotic. I don’t remember anything after that.”

"This is much worse than a hangover."

"Hey, don't you believe me? I'm serious. At that moment, I felt my entire skull was being impacted. I could almost feel my brain and skull colliding violently. Do you think this is how a volcanic eruption works? If the force is strong enough, wouldn't the brain explode?"

Anson looked slightly exasperated and gestured for Seth to calm down. "Stop, stop. We believe in you. Don't worry, your head isn't going to explode so easily. Do you think you're a whale that can just spout water all the time?"

"Anson!"

Chris and Eva together stopped Anson—what a scene!
Anson immediately slammed on the brakes. "Seth, your situation is probably not as simple as it seems. I think you should get a thorough check-up, otherwise you might experience a freefall once the adrenaline subsides."

Seth blinked. "Anson, Anson, Anson, Anson baby, believe me, I've never felt so good. I'm practically floating on air, 'Jack, I'm flying...'"

Anson and the others exchanged glances, their expressions turning serious again. The situation seemed dire. With treasures and flight involved, was Seth really alright?
The next second, Seth broke down in laughter, "Hahaha, hahaha, Anson, you should really look at your own expression, hahaha."

Seth wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "I've never seen Anson look so panicked."

mischief?
This was actually a prank?
Chris's face flushed red. "Seth! That's not funny!"

Seth seemed intimidated by Chris's angry appearance, his expression softened, and he muttered in a low voice, "If we don't seize this opportunity, when will we ever have another chance to play pranks on Anson? Don't you know how cunning and clever he is? You should be enjoying this wonderful moment."

Crackling and popping, muffled and indistinct.

Although the specific words were unclear, the meaning and attitude were clearly conveyed, and in an instant, all eyes turned to Anson, including Seth.

Anson squinted at Seth, scrutinizing him without speaking. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then began to clench his fist, his knuckles cracking. Seth immediately looked up at the sky, his face full of innocence. "Ah...wait...wait, my adrenaline seems to be going down. I feel like my cheekbones and gums are a little off. Are they misaligned?"

Looking at Seth, who was whining and whining in front of him, he was unsure whether to believe him or cry wolf.

Just then, medical staff swarmed in, all pale and panting.

They had only heard that something was wrong with the film crew and rushed over immediately, without knowing anything about the situation. Their first instinctive thought was:

problem occurs.

Tigers! How could a film crew deal with tigers? Anyone who keeps tigers, crocodiles, or pythons as pets is insane, okay?
Brush brush.

All eyes were fixed on Ansen, whose face was deathly pale and eyes were lifeless, as if it were the end of the world.

Anson was puzzled by the looks they were giving him, and he gestured to Seth in front of him.

The medical staff were still worried and carefully examined Anson from top to bottom to confirm that he was unharmed. They could clearly see that he was relaxed, and the atmosphere of escaping death left Anson stunned. He had no idea what it felt like to have just narrowly escaped death.

Anson didn't have time to investigate further. "Seth. Look at Seth, over here."

Medical staff immediately rushed forward, surrounding Seth and quickly beginning their examination.

Anson and Chris were pushed back to make way, and the two of them stood up, exchanging glances with Brad and Eva.

It still doesn't feel real.

Everything happened too fast and too turbulently, half real and half fake, half dream and half wakeful. At times, I could sense the atmosphere of the filming, and at other times, it was a personal experience of art shining into reality, a feeling of teetering on the edge of a rope high in the air. Even when my legs finally felt the ground, I could still imagine the emptiness of the raging wind raging under my feet.

They were slightly taken aback, and then saw the shocked and bewildered expressions on each other's faces. A sense of absurd humor washed over them, and they could no longer contain themselves.

what!
Eva was the first to laugh out loud, and her laughter quickly spread to everyone, their lips curving upwards, their laughter resonating in their chests.

Chris took a deep breath and looked at Anson. "So we really did work with Kobe Bryant and Mike Tyson on a project?"

Anson spread his hands. "That should be true."

Eva leaned forward slightly. "Maybe they're confirming with their bodyguards right now that I really am working with Anson Wood on a movie?"

Their eyes met, and smiles bloomed.

Brad remained calm. "Don't even mention them, I can't believe it myself. Oh. Is all this really happening? Ah, that's Anson Wood."

It was hilarious, and the laughter was absolutely explosive.

Seth, who was standing nearby, heard this and said, "Hey, what are you guys laughing at? Count me in. I'm the one who deserves the most credit today, okay?"

Anson said quietly, "How about you play the lead role in the next scene?"

The next scene should show them figuring out how to move the tiger, and their final conclusion is to stuff the medicine into raw beef and feed it to the tiger, hoping to make it faint.

So, who went into the bathroom to feed the tiger? Could this be considered a form of self-sacrifice, cutting off one's own flesh to feed an eagle?
(End of this chapter)