The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2068 leaps off the page
Funny, yet endearing. A touch of clumsiness, a touch of cunning, yet brimming with youthful energy. It's irresistible.

Even the bright red Hawaiian shirt came alive, as if you could see the blue hibiscus flowers slowly unfolding, instantly brightening your eyes.

Likeable.

Brendan was also caught off guard and killed.

NG. NG. NG.

The danger of making a mistake loomed large, and Brendan's remaining rationality held the reins tightly, but in that brief, fleeting moment, there was no time to think.

It's an instinct, not the control and display of performance acting, but a conditioned reflex of believing in instinct and following intuition.

He lowered his gaze, shutting out visual stimuli, immersing himself in the role, and with a barely perceptible twitch of his lips, said in a deep voice, "Don't cause trouble."

At this moment, Brendan and Ken collided perfectly. Their stubbornness, their helpless frustration, and their panicked helplessness intertwined and evolved into a wonderful state that could not be accurately performed but was merely a subconscious reaction. Words came out naturally.

——The sound of nature!
For Ray, there was no doubt.

Lei immediately put down his fingers, straightened his back, and instantly felt refreshed. It was as if there were springs between his body and the chair, and he was just short of pounding his chest and roaring to the sky like a Vajra.

Ken didn't need to look up; he could see the surging lights and shadows out of the corner of his eye. The jubilation was like a runaway horse. He had to look up again, staring directly into Ray's eyes, and issue a warning, "We. Must. Keep. Low. Profile."

Word by word.

Lei blinked his right eye, nodded slightly, looking completely at ease, with a perfect smile on his lips, as if he had the whole situation under complete control.

Brendan froze, his mind going blank: Had that guy just winked? Was he trying to be the dashing James Bond? Then, was he some kind of Bond girl?
Because it was so outrageous and absurd, Brendan couldn't believe his eyes—

Speechless with astonishment.

For a moment, Brendan couldn't tell whether it was Anson or Ray in front of him. He stared wide-eyed at the smug guy in front of him.

"besides."

"This morning. This afternoon. We'll do what I want to do."

Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately.

"Understand?"

That gaze, comparable to laser eyes, was enough to kill. He grabbed Lei by the throat, his ecstatic expression vanished, and his smile gradually hardened.

Lei gently raised his chin and said with a slightly aggrieved expression, "I understand."

He paused, smacked his lips, and looked thoughtful. "I guess it must be related to culture or something." A hint of disdain flickered in his eyes.

Ken noticed, but he wasn't going to back down. Like The Mask, he grinned widely, proudly displaying his not-so-straight and not-so-white teeth. "Oh, we'll balance culture and fun."

The sarcasm was undisguised; he donned a clown mask and delivered a scathing retort.

However, Ray did not read it.

That idiot foolishly thought Ken was serious. He blinked, still unwilling to give up, and poked Ken with a twig.

"But I believe... Ken... the balance will 'tilt' towards culture..."

"Tilting," a high-pitched, absolutely stressed word, almost at the level of a groundhog peeking out, instantly stands out amidst the rambling complaints.

Ken: ...

I could hardly believe my ears. This guy was still pushing his luck, wanting more and more, and it just wouldn't stop.

All of this is truly fascinating; Brendan awakens the clown sleeping deep within him.

Throughout his career as a supporting actor, he had never displayed such an audacious and dramatic performance; to him, such an approach was utterly ridiculous. But at this moment, an impulse surged within him, and he felt he wanted to do it, like all actors, to at least indulge himself once. A little drama, a little exaggeration, even a little soap opera-like was fine; he just wanted to break free from the mold and unleash the beast within him.

So Brendan did just that, and the clown mask fit his face perfectly. He didn't care about making mistakes anymore, and unusually, he became completely absorbed in the scene—

They started playing.

Ken raised his eyes, tilted his head, and quietly looked at Ray. Although the corners of his mouth were still upturned, there was no warmth in his cold eyes.

It was like examining a corpse.

The guy was completely oblivious, his eyes lowered, shaking his head and swaying like a bobblehead, muttering to himself, his eyebrows and mouth dancing with exaggerated expressions, as if they had their own consciousness and were dancing gracefully.

"It's like a seesaw."

"On one side sat a burly, ghostly Black girl, and on the other side..."

murderous look!
The person with the thick and long reflexes finally felt the belated murderous aura, which almost stung their skin. They looked up and saw Ken.

Ken, a burly, imposing man, was now hunched over, his shoulders hunched, his chin almost touching the tabletop, staring intently into Ray's eyes from below, as if preparing to crawl into Ray's field of vision from below, emerging sinisterly from the abyss.

Moreover, there was a forced smile on his lips, as if his madness had finally broken free from his usual serious and reserved exterior.

Lei looked over—

Ghost!

Startled, his heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, Lei closed his eyes tightly, as if using all his strength.

"Little dwarf".

Like a hiccup, a word popped out of his mouth. Lei seemed startled by himself and broke into a big, radiant smile.

I opened my eyes again and looked over cautiously.

Ken remained sprawled on the table like a devil, staring up at him.

Lei blinked, then slowly, slowly sat up straight, legs together, hands on his knees, looking like a well-behaved student.

With an innocent and naive face, she was simply the kindest angel in the world.

however--

It wasn't over yet; filming was still going on. All the lines for this scene had been finished, but the lobby on the first floor of the Rose Garden remained completely silent.

There was complete silence, and it wasn't just silence; everyone was frozen in place, both in front of and behind the camera. They held their breath, forgetting where they were and what was happening in front of them, just staring intently at the two people, curious about what would happen next.

Lei glanced down furtively. "Mona Lisa" was like a persistent ghost, still staring intently at him. His expression and movements were somewhat stiff. He awkwardly and stiffly raised his right hand, just above the height of the table, gestured to indicate the height, and mouthed something silently.

"Little dwarf".

"Like the one in Snow White."

Ken stared at Ray with a blank expression, a hint of interest in his eyes, as if waiting for Ray to continue his magic trick and see what kind of flower he could conjure up. That look made Ray's smile slowly disappear. As he explained, he automatically fell silent, then looked up little by little, staring blankly at the sky.

Help...help me.

--"Card!"

Finally, a thunderclap exploded.

(End of this chapter)