Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 2: First on Set

Chapter 2: First on Set
April in Thailand wrings chili juice out of the air.

Huang Zhengmin sighed softly as he looked at his arms, which were still tanned even after applying the sunscreen his wife forced him to.

Oh yes, his wife said it can protect against UV rays, but she didn't say it can prevent tanning.
There was a sudden noise from thirty meters away.

He turned his head and looked—

I saw that the rookie who was supposed to carry the bag for his senior was being treated like a star by the extras.

"I can do it myself!"

Jiang Zaixun held the lever tightly.

"Your arm still has important scenes to shoot!"

The big brother in the extras grabbed the box as skillfully as if he was grabbing a half-price bento at a convenience store.

What is even more ridiculous is Kang Jae-hoon's next move.

Seeing that he couldn't get the upper hand, he took out a travel guide he had picked up at Pattaya Airport and started to fan the crowd.

In this circle, there are newcomers everywhere rushing to help their seniors carry their bags.

But this is the first time in 43 years that Hwang Jung-min has seen extras voluntarily carry his luggage for him.

"teacher--"

Looking at Jae-hoon bowing to him at a 90-degree angle, Hwang Jung-min vaguely recalled the moment when he first met him.

That was last winter.

When Hwang Jung-min pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, Kang Jae-hoon was kneeling on the ground wiping vomit.

It's not from a drunkard, it's from a stray cat that's vomiting milk.

"Does the guest need heating?"

Kang Jae-hoon, holding a kitten in his convenience store apron, scanned the barcode of a white-collar worker's banana milk with his right hand. The back of his hand was still stained with blood from the cat's scratches, but he broke up a skewer of heated fish cake to feed the cat.

What really stopped Hwang Jung-min was Kang Jae-hoon's impromptu performance with the drunken customers.

"Is this soju?"

The uncle was shaking the mineral water bottle like crazy.

"Try it."

Jiang Zaixun's suddenly lowered voice sounded very much like Ha Zhengyu:

"This is Jiangling's special snow water shochu. Only those favored by the Moon Goddess can taste the wheat aroma."

When closing time came, Hwang Jung-min stopped him:

"You could have called the guards just now."

Kang Jae-hoon was bandaging a stray cat. "But there's wedding confetti on the soles of your shoes."

Later, Hwang Jung-min found out that the graduation ceremony of Seoul National University of Arts was held that night.

While other students were busy sending their resumes to agencies, this idiot who got first place in his major was working the night shift at a convenience store to cover for the cleaning lady who was in hospital.

"teacher?"

Kang Jae-hoon's call brought Hwang Jung-min back to reality.

"It's a lot stronger."

Upon hearing this, Jae-hoon immediately lifted up his shirt to show Hwang Jung-min the results of the special training.

Hwang Jung-min narrowed his eyes.

There were still bruises on his ribs from crawling training, and his abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing like neatly arranged bullet magazines.

"Muscles are made of protein powder?"

Huang Zhengmin bent his finger and flicked it above his belly button.

"It's a vacuum belly!"

Kang Jae-hoon held his breath and tightened his core, his mermaid line stretching like a bowstring with the movement.

A female stage manager gasped in the distance, "It's a shame to have such muscles playing a soldier. He should be filming a fitness commercial!"

Jiang Zaixun quickly pulled down the hem of his clothes, looking embarrassed.

Huang Zhengmin suddenly sniffed the air and asked:
"Did you bring sunscreen?"

"Of course!"

Jae-hoon squatted down and opened the suitcase.

Beneath the SEM company T-shirt were three boxes of instant rice cakes, five packets of seaweed crumbs, and a razor wrapped like a mummy in plastic wrap.

Only no sunscreen.

"Ah Xi, I clearly put it in."

Jiang Zaixun muttered to himself, resting his forehead against the hot suitcase.

"I knew you were forgetful."

Huang Zhengmin kicked his raised butt and said, "Come to my place later to get some real man's sunscreen."

Kang Jae-hoon looked at the demarcation line on his arm from the sunburn.

Suddenly I realized that the so-called "sunscreen for real men" is probably called toughness.

3pm.

After changing into his clothes, Kang Jae-hoon waited for his first photoshoot on camera.

The character he plays is called Nanzhen.

In the play, he is a singer serving in the military, and becomes the captain of a combat squad because of his high combat skills.

"Nanzhen had to drag his brother who was shot past camera position 12."

Director Yin Jijun was explaining the scene to everyone: "You need to hit the third reef, and then check the props." "All departments, get ready!"

"Action!"

The moment the clapperboard fell, Jiang Zaixun's pupils shrank into needle points.

"Go! Go!"

Jiang Zaixun grabbed the tactical vest of the eldest extra who was shot and sprinted quickly. His movements were strangely similar to the way he chased the bus in the morning.

"Let me go"

The lines of the big brother in the extras mixed with blood syrup overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"West Eight."

Jiang Jae-hoon dragged him to the shelter, swung his arm and slapped the eldest extra in the face.

"Snapped!"

The eldest extra was stunned by the beating, and fingerprints quickly appeared on his left cheek.

This part is not in the script!

"We agreed to live and die together! Now you want to be a saint?"

Jiang Zaixun's neck veins popped out and he roared, "Do you think the medal was exchanged for the corpse of a comrade?!"

"boom"

The blasting team detonated the bomb at the right time.

The monitor screen suddenly froze—

Jiang Zaixun's profile was illuminated by the flames of the explosion, and his eyelashes were covered with a hard crust of mud.

The slap mark on the left cheek of the extra was swollen like a red earthworm, and the debris blown away by the blasting team hovered above their heads like raindrops.

"Cut!"

The director suddenly grabbed the intercom and said, "Turn the explosion playback to 0.5 times the speed!"

As soon as the director called for a stop, Jiang Zaixun immediately knelt down and apologized:
"I'm sorry, bro! Was I too hard just now?"

The big brother of the extras opened his mouth, and suddenly grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into his collar:

"If you do this again next time, I'll mix sand into your lunch box!"

"..."

On the other side, the director who was watching the slow-motion replay on the monitor suddenly noticed a few small details in Jiang Jae-hoon's performance:

When he slapped someone, he used his bare palm to avoid scratches from his nails;
At the moment of the explosion, he turned his head and used his right shoulder to block the heat wave for the extras. Originally, he was only required to lower his head.

After watching the whole process, the assistant director asked:
"Director, this guy changed the play without permission, do you want me to..."

"No, call him over."

Director Yin Jijun waved his hand.

The character of Nanzhen has no more than ten lines in total, and after editing, the only independent shot left in the film is only 30 seconds.

He could tell that Jiang Jae-hoon was not deliberately adding drama to himself.

"Jiang Jae-hoon, come here!"

Jiang Zaixun, who was using ice to reduce the swelling of the extra, stood up immediately after hearing the pager and walked towards the director with a little trepidation.

He did improvise some actions and lines.

But this was all done subconsciously by the character of Nanzhen as he understood him.

"Why did you suddenly add the slapping action?"

The director suddenly turned the monitor towards him.

"Because he was saved by the captain like this when he was a new recruit. In my opinion, it's a legacy."

Hearing this, the assistant director frowned as he flipped through the script: "This part isn't in the original work."

Yin Jijun ignored the assistant director and reached out to hit the replay button.

The picture froze at the moment of the explosion. Jiang Zaixun's neck was bulging with veins, but his right shoulder was protecting the extras tightly.

"What about this part?"

"If Nanzhen couldn't even protect his own comrades, then there would be a logical problem in the plot when he went to save the protagonist who fell into the water."

The assistant director suddenly sneered:
"Jiang Jaehoonxi knows so much about battlefields, he wouldn't treat working at a convenience store like the Normandy landings, right?"

There were sporadic chuckles at the scene.

The blasting team leader suddenly took off his headphones and said:

"Director Yin, the tactical roll captured by camera 12 is exactly the same as the one described in the Ho Chi Minh Trail reconnaissance manual."

The assistant director's mouth froze instantly.

Director Yin Jijun raised his eyebrows in surprise and said:

"One last question."

"You say."

"Have you written a biography for Nanzhen?"

"Yes."

"Um"

Director Yoon Je-kyeon rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "I understand. You can go ahead. This shot will remain."

Hearing this, Jiang Zaixun immediately breathed a sigh of relief.