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

Chapter 23: Guide to Using Sekkisei

The sunset dyed Sinchon-dong the color of orange jam.

The sweat had left salt stains on the armpits of Kang Jae-hoon's suit, and the Band-Aid on the back of his neck from the sunburn had curled up into the shape of cat ears.

The lighting engineer held up the reflector and adjusted the angle:

"Director Han, there are still fifteen minutes of golden sunset light left!"

Han Dongyu stared at the monitor and rubbed his hands:
"All departments, hurry up!"

Jiang Zaixun immediately put the frayed hospital bill into his trouser pocket.

The stagehand held the clapperboard in front of the camera:
"Scene 56, shot 3, first time!"

"Snapped--"

The moment the clapperboard fell, the homeowner swung his arm and threw the key chain onto the table.

The sound of metal colliding was like a bullet grazing Han Huizhen's eardrum, and her shoulders trembled violently enough to cause the shoulder bag chain to slip off her shoulder.

Jiang Zaixun rushed over and held on to the edge of the table, and the bill slipped halfway out of the front pocket of his suit. [Korea University Hospital Payment Notice]

"Look, it's already this late!"

He hunched his back and pushed the key ring back. The wound on the back of his neck rubbed against his collar, and the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch into a Mona Lisa smile - which just showed his awkwardness in trying to please others.

"If you leave now, you'll waste the whole day!"

The close-up shot frames the house owner's twitching cheeks, the mid-shot shows Han Hye-jin's white knuckles clutching the bag strap, and the distant shot shows the golden light of the sunset.

"Crack!"

Han Dongyu suddenly grabbed the intercom:

"Cable number three goes around to take a close-up of the bill! Xiao Jiang, bend down five degrees later."

"clear."

The third real shot.

The homeowner swung the key with three times more force, and when Jiang Zaixun hurriedly caught it, he deliberately let the bill fall completely to the ground.

Han Huizhen leaned over to help him pick up the paper, just in time to block the landlord's clenched fist:
"Please wait just half an hour!"

On the monitor, the shadow of her drooping eyelashes overlapped with the ink marks of "Chemotherapy Fee" on the payment slip.

"Crack!"

A moment later, Han Dongyu poked his head out from behind the monitor and said, "It's passed. Congratulations to Xiao Jiang on finishing the filming."

"Clap clap-"

There was applause at the scene.

Jiang Jae-hoon felt a little unsatisfied.

He was also thinking that if he had to reshoot, he would use the real estate agent's special skill - pretending to be sick to delay time.

Even though you might get scolded by the director if your impromptu performance causes laughter.

But no matter what, Jiang Zaixun still felt that he had too few scenes and the filming was not satisfying.

Huang Zhengmin could see the inner thoughts of his silly apprentice. After all, he was the same when he was young.

"Stinky boy."

He flicked the band-aid sticking up at the back of Jiang Zaixun's neck. "When I was mopping floors in the drama troupe, I couldn't even get a role as a postman with three lines."

As he spoke, Hwang Jung-min placed a can of iced cola on his sunburned area, causing Kang Jae-hoon to shudder.

"If I ask you to play the male lead now, can you handle it?"

Jiang Zaixun scratched his head with his big white teeth bared:
"I can handle the male lead's lunch box!"

Huang Zhengmin raised his foot and kicked him in the butt: "Ah Xi! All you do is eat. You have to improve your acting skills!"

As Jiang Zaixun staggered, holding his butt, Jin Dayuan held up his phone screen and thrust it in front of him:
"Kim Eun-sook's new play, 'The Heirs,' is calling for auditions! There are at least fifty new actors lining up every day!"

"Oh?"

Kang Jae-hoon stared at the character introduction and asked, "Can I audition for the role of Kim Tan?"

"You're thinking shit."

Jin Dayuan checked the supporting roles: "The male and female leads have been decided, and now the auditions are for the third, fourth, fifth and sixth male supporting roles."

".Teacher, can I go?"

Huang Zhengmin took the phone and rubbed his chin:

"Writer Jin's taste in selecting people is even worse than my wife Meihui's choice of sunscreen, but—"

Just by looking at the character settings and story synopsis, Hwang Jung-min could tell that this was an idol drama without much substance.

According to the standards he used to train his apprentices.

Kang Jae-hoon's participation in this kind of drama does not help his own growth at all.

Looking back at his performance experience in the past few months——

"Macbeth" is about practicing dramatic tension; "Despicable Me 2" is about polishing the accuracy of the lines; the two films are about the theory and practice of the rules of survival on the set.

Once these basic conditions are honed, Jiang Zaixun will sooner or later become a drama maniac who can perform in one take.

As for this kind of idol drama.

It seems that the only use is to clear Kang Jae-hoon's eyes - so that he doesn't have to sit on the set all day watching these old Chungmuro ​​guys rehearse scripts.

"But what?" Jiang Jae-hoon blinked and waited for Huang Zhengmin's next words.

"Kim Eun-sook loves milk-skinned young men——"

Huang Zhengmin looked at his tanned face and sneered, "You look like an African refugee. She'll probably let you play the role of a Filipino maid."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Zhengmin caught Jiang Zaixun's eyes stealing his arm and kicked him in the butt:

"I got my tan from filming! You got yours from running errands for an agency! How can it be the same?"

Jiang Zaixun covered his butt and jumped behind Jin Dayuan:
"I got tanned for the role! So the tan from the agent isn't the sun?"

"Fuck off!"

After kicking the man, Hwang Jung-min turned around and touched his cigarette box. The moment he lit his lighter, he caught a glimpse of Kang Jae-hoon taking the cake given by Han Hye-jin with a look of surprise.

The Korean entertainment industry is like a boiling pot of military hotpot.

There was shiny cheese rice cake floating on the surface, and the bottom was full of soaked luncheon meat.

This is also the reason why Hwang Jung-min did not use his connections to get Kang Jae-hoon into the crew - he felt more at ease having him by his side.

Poor acting skills can be improved, but if your heart is dirty, it will never be cleansed in this life.

……

A second-hand Kia ran over the steel cables of the Han River Bridge, casting a diamond-shaped spot of light.

The golden sunset reflected by the glass curtain wall of Apgujeong gradually collapsed into the LED sign of a convenience store as the navigation prompted "Turn right ahead".

Kang Jae-hoon was holding the strawberry cake box, a wrap-up gift from Han Hye-jin, on his knees.

The sensor lights in the shared house corridor lit up.

The cold light from the refrigerator illuminated the sweat beads on the tip of Jiang Zaixun's nose. He placed the cake in the "holy layer" inside the refrigerator.

The moment the refrigerator door closed, Jiang Zaixun saw that the electronic clock jumped to 21:17.

Today was a rare day for him to return home earlier than Lee Sung-kyung.

Jiang Zaixun turned on the light in front of the bathroom mirror.

Li Jingcheng's skin care products are lined up on the moisture-proof shelf——

Laneige Sleeping Mask, Innisfree Green Tea Essence, Sulwhasoo Dryness Essence
"Just borrow five milliliters"

He raised his hand and swore at the skincare army.

Ten seven.

There was the sound of a key turning in the hallway.

When Lee Sung-kyung pushed the door open, she saw Kang Jae-hoon grinning at the mirror.

Her pale face glowed bluish-gray under the light in the mirror, just like the geisha in "Memoirs of a Geisha".

"puff!"

The gym bag hit the entrance, and she leaned against the door frame, doubled over with laughter.

Jiang Zaixun's hand, stained with essence, froze in mid-air:
"I, I just want to try this."

Li Jingcheng suddenly stopped smiling - the level of Snow Beauty Essence dropped a full finger's width.

"Kang Jae-hoon!"

She grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him towards the mirror: "Who allowed you to touch my Snow Skin Essence?!"

Jiang Zaixun was squeezed by his collar and made a rooster crowing sound:
“I only used five milliliters.”

"Five milliliters?"

Li Jingcheng picked up the bottle and thrust it in front of him: "You've smeared the descent line into the Mariana Trench!"

Jiang Zaixun raised his hands in surrender:
"Writer Kim Eun-sook's new drama audition requires fair skin"

"What show?"

"'The Heirs,' said Kim Dae-won."

".Close your eyes."

Li Jingcheng suddenly let go and crumpled the makeup remover cotton into a ball in her palm:

"The order of lotion, lotion and essence is wrong. Are you mixing kimchi?"

The cotton pad rubbed across his forehead with the force of waxing the floor.

Jiang Zaixun felt the rhythm of her fingertips tapping and suddenly grinned:
"Bible, your eyelashes bloom when you smile! Why are you always so tense?"

Li Jingcheng suddenly pressed the cotton pad heavily on his eyelids:
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll pluck out all your eyelashes and put them on the soles of my high heels."

She shook off the cotton pad soaked with essence, pulled the mask over his entire face with a snap.

The silk mask cracked into spiderweb patterns due to the rough movement, and Jiang Zaixun saw the coral color on the tip of her ear through the gap.

"Take it off in twenty minutes."

Li Jingjing pushed the Snow Beauty Essence deeper into the cabinet: "If you dare to steal my skin care products again——"

"I know, I know, why is there a wind hanging on the Han River Bridge?"

The mirror reflected the ends of her hair that were raised when she turned around, and the uncontrollable curve of her mouth was revealed in the warm light.

(End of this chapter)