The only favorite actor: the national male god is too cold

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"Then if you were asked to play the heroine, what would you do?"

"Well... I will present her complexity, and I will try my best to express her inner heart. For Le Yan, her inner heart is much more complicated than her superficial complexity."

In order to buffer herself, Qi Luo deliberately lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head to look at Yang You and said.

Yang You nodded slightly, crossed his hands on the table, looked at Qi Luo again and said, "Well, you can show the part where the heroine realizes that she seems to like the hero."

Qi Wei was not surprised to hear Yang You's words, and only two big golden characters appeared in his mind - sure enough.

She knew that Yang You would definitely not just ask questions, saying that anyone can speak well, but speaking well may not necessarily act well, otherwise how could there be such a saying that speaking is better than singing.

Qi Luo didn't know why Yang You suddenly thought of asking her about the heroine. She reckoned that it had something to do with the author of the novel, but she knew very well that Yang You would definitely let her act.

Her eyelashes drooped, as if she was thinking about how to perform well, Qi Ruo was not in a hurry to perform, and Yang You and the others didn't rush her, it didn't take long anyway, she couldn't possibly stand all the time anyway.

Besides, not everyone enters and exits the play quickly, and there is always time for people to brew.

After about a minute or so, Qi Luo started to move, her feet moved slightly, she took a few steps back, a little farther away from the table, then raised her head, and she already had a different look .

The girl evoked a slight smile, the same performance as a normal girl who fell in love, with a hint of expectation in the sweetness, as if she was touching the most precious thing.

This smile didn't last long, almost instantly, as if she thought of something bad, her face quickly turned cold, the corners of her mouth flattened, and the smile on her face disappeared without a trace. She is completely different from the sweet girl before, cold and reserved.

It's just that this indifferent expression didn't last too long, and then she showed a complex look on her face, distressed and tangled, with a little bit of self-disgust and self-condemnation, as if she was fighting in her heart .

"How could this be?" At this moment, the girl's voice sounded in the rehearsal hall, clear and sweet, but with sighs and struggles different from her age group.

How did that happen?Why does she like people here?After all, they are going to be hostile, they will point their guns at each other after all, and they will... turn against each other.

But I really like him. I like him so much that I will be happy when I see him, I will miss him if I don’t see him, I will be happy when I see him happy, and I will be sad when I see him sad. He can affect her emotions.

For a moment, the girl suddenly wanted to put aside everything, put aside her identity, their identities, don't care about anything, and act unscrupulously.

"No," the girl suddenly said to herself.

After she finished speaking, the firmness on her face disappeared, she sighed, her eyes closed slightly, and the thin eyelids covered the complexities of the fundus, and in just a second, her eyes opened again, As if giving up something, the struggle and helplessness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a bit of firmness.

(End of this chapter)