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

Chapter 6 Drama Rehearsal
"Hello, Master!"

After arriving at the drama club, Kang Jae-hoon immediately went to Kim Mi-hye to report.

"It's Xiaoxun."

Hearing the voice, Jin Meihui raised her head and a kind smile appeared on her face.

SEM Company was originally a studio founded in 2002 by Hwang Jung-min and Kim Mi-hye.

It was not until 2010 that it developed independently and transformed into a small brokerage company.

In addition to being responsible for Hwang Jung-min's performing arts affairs, Kim Mi-hye is also involved in the production of musicals and dramas.

SEM Company is divided into the Performing Arts Department and the Drama Department.

Kang Jae-hoon is the only artist signed by the entertainment department besides Hwang Jung-min.

"I'm a lot tanner now, but I look more manly than before."

"Hehe~"

Jiang Jae-hoon scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

"Okay, go say hello to the seniors in the drama troupe, and then start rehearsing according to the director's instructions."

"Yes!"

……

Jiang Zaixun pushed open the door of the rehearsal room, and five pairs of eyes shot over him from above the "Macbeth" script.

Seeing this, he immediately bowed ninety degrees:
"Hello, seniors! I'm Kang Jae-hoon, playing Lady Macduff!"

"lady?"

The actor who played Mike Deke came up to him with great interest and looked around:
"Can you fit into the corset of your costume with your body?"

Jiang Zaixun suddenly looked up and said, "Senior, are you talking about the seventh form of Jeollanam-do's curse?"

"..."

five minutes later.

Kang Jae-hoon squatted on the prop box and learned to jump like a frog, crying in a Jeollanam-do accent:

"Macbeth killed my whole family, woooo ...

"Knees together! A lady's sorrow is graceful!"

When Jin Meihui passed by, she placed a plastic crown on his head and said, "Don't drop it. This is the only one the prop team has."

The clock in the rehearsal room showed half past eleven.

Jiang Zaixun took out his cell phone and secretly wrote it down in his memo:

When a senior in the drama club asks you "Can you fit into the corset?"

Wrong answer: Take out the book “Dialect Cursing Techniques” written by Jin Dayuan and translate it on the spot.

Correct answer: Show off your vacuum abdominal muscles.

"Ma'am, why are you staring at your crotch?"

"Uh--"

Jiang Zaixun put his knees together as if he had received an electric shock and said, "I'm ordering fried chicken for the seniors!"

"Yo, I want honey mustard flavor—"

The only female actress in the play (playing Lady Macbeth) appears out of nowhere.

"The flavor of wild garlic leaves."

“Original.”

"Sweet and spicy, plus five boxes of pickled radish."

"..."

Kang Jae-hoon's thumb twitched on the payment screen.

The balance on my mobile phone is just at the critical point between 15 and 16 people - the salary for "International Market" can only be paid after the filming is completed.

When the fried chicken arrived.

The actress playing Lady Macbeth was poking him in the waist with a rolled-up script:
"A lady should walk as if she is carrying a bowl of boiling water!"

The "Complete Works of Shakespeare" above Jiang Zaixun's head slid down to his nose, and the A4 paper between his knees had already been soaked by sweat.

"Senior, I..."

"Shut up! A lady's elegance lies in silence!"

The Lady Macbeth actor suddenly stuffed an iced Americano into her hand:
"Now imagine this is poisoned wine for Macbeth, and let my knuckles be like orchids caught in doors!"

The sound of ice cubes colliding mixed with the aroma of coffee. Just as Jiang Zaixun's little finger twitched and curled up, he heard the laughter of actor McDeck behind him:
"Madam's hands are shaking like Parkinson's!"

"Ashi."

The moment the edge of the cup tilted, Jiang Zaixun instinctively put his legs together to save it, but the iced coffee splashed accurately on his crotch.

The dark brown liquid flowed down the crotch of the khaki pants into an irregular peninsula map.

The whole audience was silent for three seconds.

"Art!"

The Macbeth actors suddenly applauded: "This is a concrete expression of Lady Macduff's heavy blow from fate!"

"Concrete ass!"

Kim Mi-hye roared, "Park Kwang-soo! Take him to my locker room to find spare pants!"

……

When Jiang Zaixun stumbled towards the locker room with his wet pants held up, he ran into a little boy holding a lollipop in his mouth.

"Big brother, did you wet your pants?" The little boy tilted his head and stared at the coffee stain on his crotch.

“This is art!”

Jiang Zaixun hurriedly pulled down his spare trousers to cover himself: "Whose child are you?"

"Macduff's son."

Isn’t that my son?
He was just thinking about it when he saw the little boy suddenly shouting in a baby voice: "Ou Ma!"

Jiang Zaixun turned his head following the little boy's voice.

He was holding Jin Meihui's thigh and pointing at himself:

"Mom! This brother is so old and he still wets his pants!"

"..."

3pm.

Jiang Zaixun was forced to maintain the lady's posture with a vacuum belly.

The real young master of SEM Company, Hwang Jae-woo, the son of Hwang Jung-min, is grabbing the lace edge of Kang Jae-hoon's costume with his little fleshy hands.

"Why is Big Brother wearing a skirt?"

As the whole audience was trying to hold back their laughter, Jiang Zaixun squatted down and looked him straight in the eye:

"Because my brother is playing the brave mother."

"But my mother doesn't have a beard."

The corner of Jiang Zaixun's mouth twitched slightly, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He covered his chin and acted terrified:

"Oh my! Lady Macduff has grown a beard! Oh, my God, it must be a witch's curse!"

Huang Zaiyu's eyes widened instantly: "Then will you die?"

"Yes."

Jiang Zaixun fell to his knees and stuck out his tongue: "So you have to help me keep the secret——"

"Okay!" Huang Zaiyu covered his mouth and nodded vigorously, "Pin it!"

……

Eight o'clock at night.

The day's rehearsal is over.

Huang Zaiyu waved to Jiang Zaixun through the car window:

"Mother, remember to make me some seaweed rice rolls tomorrow..."

Jiang Zaixun: “.”

Jin Meihui grabbed her son's collar and dragged him back to his seat: "Your mother is here!"

"Xiaoxun."

"Master's wife, I'm here."

"You're good at coaxing children. Starting tomorrow, Yu's nap time will be yours."

"Master's wife, I have never taken care of a child."

"Adapt in advance, what if you have to play the role of a nanny in the future?"

Kim Mi-hye's words directly blocked Kang Jae-hoon's refusal.

"Ming, I understand. See you tomorrow, Master's Wife."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Only when the car's taillights disappeared from sight did Jiang Jae-hoon sigh softly.

When he took the subway back to his home, he looked up and saw the familiar warm yellow light on in his window.

"Bible, I'm back!"

As soon as he entered the house, Jiang Zaixun caught a glimpse of the empty pot on the coffee table, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

The ingredients he vowed to buy before going to the drama club this morning were now all lying in the memo, mocking him.

"I'll go to the convenience store right away!"

"stop."

Li Jingcheng called him, stood up and opened the refrigerator door.

The lower level was filled with luncheon meat, Nongshim ramen and other ingredients at some point.

Jiang Zaixun's "garbage dump" was transformed into a military supply warehouse, and even the hot sauce bottles were arranged by color number.

"Wow, you actually bought a Bible!"

"Shut up, the promoter forced it on me."

When the pot boils.

Jiang Zaixun secretly reached for the fish cake in her bowl with his chopsticks, but she hit him with a spoon, leaving a red mark.

"Eat your rice cake."

"The Bible's eyes today look like they were kissed by the sunset."

"If you can't block your mouth, pickle your tongue."

After putting the fish cakes into his bowl, Li Jingcheng stood up and dimmed the ceiling light.

Because this way, Kang Jae-hoon wouldn't be able to see the light pink color on the tips of his ears caused by the heat.

(End of this chapter)