food idol

Chapter 357

It turned out that those who were not as good as me, or those with far less qualifications than me, had achieved achievements that he could not achieve. Under such circumstances, without Guan Tong's strong self-control, it would be difficult to maintain psychological balance.

Acting skills are not as good as others, so they can only be suppressed by qualifications, and the more they are like this, the less they can focus on self-improvement, the less they can improve, the further they will be thrown away...

When this kind of extreme psychology appears in a middle-aged man whose psychological quality is very worrying, over time, a very sad endless loop is formed.

So when Wen Tang found out that he unfortunately belonged to one of the types of actors that Song Qiao disliked the most, he tore up the possibility of peaceful coexistence, and then threw it into the toilet to be flushed away.

Of course, this is just Wen Tang's personal guess and inference. As for whether there are other reasons in the middle, this is unknown.

The actors finally arrived, and the assistant director yelled, "action!"

The scene goes like this:

Wen Tang, who created the sect with one hand, discovered a huge hidden danger hidden in the sect by chance, and this hidden danger turned out to be his most valued disciple...

Wen Tang is only in his 20s this year, but he has no years of practice, and he plays Song Qiao's ancestor who is nearly forty years old. The age gap in the play is hundreds of years apart.

This requires her to show the vicissitudes and precipitation that have gone through the years, and to reveal her insight and insight into the world in the most casual gestures. Undoubtedly, it is extremely difficult.

Song Qiao, who is also an actor, naturally knows that this kind of play is very difficult, and he even feels a little impatient to gloat, watching Wen Tang's NG gloat again and again.

However, when it really started, Song Qiao soon discovered that his idea seemed to be outrageously wrong.

It is still winter and it is very cold. There is no air conditioner in the studio. We can only rely on two small suns for heating, but the space is too large and the temperature cannot be raised at all.

And in order to create an effect of ecstasy, along with the director's shout, there are two high-power blowers working at the same time!
The thin costumes couldn't maintain the temperature at all, and even the modest body temperature was taken away by the blower in the blink of an eye, and the fingers of the staff holding the reflector were stiff.

Song Qiao, who was wearing long-sleeved trousers, already felt the chills creeping into his body like a poisonous snake, but Wen Tang, who was covered in chiffon all over, performed incomparably calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Foolishness!"

Wen Tang scolded in a low voice, but no one could ignore the anger in her tone.

(End of this chapter)