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"How are you feeling?" Feng Yuanzheng's voice came from beside Zhang Qilin.

He opened his eyes and saw Feng Yuanzheng, who was already made up, standing in front of him.

Zhang Qilin immediately stood up and subconsciously pursed his lips:

I'm adjusting my emotions.

Feng Yuanzheng didn't reply immediately, but just looked at his face.

Zhang Qilin tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor, but his frequent blinking betrayed his nervousness.

Looking at the young man in front of me, I saw his expression: he wanted to do everything well, but the more he cared, the more flustered he became.

Feng Yuanzheng raised his hand and gently patted Zhang Qilin's arm.

"No rush," he said gently, "there's still time. You can go walk around on stage and get a feel for it. Many actors use this method to relax before a performance."

Zhang Qilin nodded silently.

Feng Yuanzheng knew in his heart that if he continued to stay by his side, it would not only not alleviate the pressure, but would also increase his psychological pressure.

Whether Zhang Qilin can adjust his emotions is entirely up to him now; no one can help him.

After Feng Yuanzheng left, Zhang Qilin walked towards the stage.

In the corridor, the veteran actors, all made up, were scattered in twos and threes. Some were eating boxed lunches, some were rehearsing their lines, and others were chatting idly together.

Seeing the expression on Zhang Qilin's face, they all understood what was going on.

Even He Bing, who was chatting with Song Dandan, only glanced at them without saying a word.

It's not that we don't want to help, but this is a necessary step for every newcomer, and they need to overcome this hurdle on their own.

Zhang Qilin lifted the velvet cloth from the side curtain and found several people scattered on the stage.

Some sat alone in chairs reciting their lines, some leaned against the wall and murmured to themselves, and one slowly paced and circled in the center of the stage.

He took a deep breath, walked onto the stage, and sat down in his seat.

……

In the monitoring room, Feng Yuanzheng and Lin Zhaohua were watching the surveillance footage.

On the screen, Zhang Qilin sat there, repeatedly picking up the teacup on the table, holding it in his hand, and then putting it down again.

Lin Zhaohua looked at Feng Yuanzheng with a serious expression:

"He's still too nervous. Maybe we should replace him. You know how important this performance is."

Feng Yuanzheng kept his gaze on the screen and shook his head.

"I believe he can pull through. If someone else were to take his place now, this kid would be ruined."

"I really want to give Yuanzheng a chance, but there can't be the slightest mistake on stage tonight."

Feng Yuanzheng also felt a little regretful. Had he really harmed Zhang Qilin by pushing him out so early?

After a moment, he raised his head with difficulty and sighed:

"If he still can't get into the swing of things in the first five minutes..."

Lin Zhaohua turned to his assistant and said a few words.

19:20.

Ten minutes before the start of the show, the audience had already begun to enter.

This is the 600th commemorative performance, and tickets are in high demand.

On stage, staff are conducting final checks.

The actors for the first act are in place, and the actor waiting to replace Zhang Qilin has arrived at the wings.

Several veteran actors looked at Zhang Qilin's condition with regret in their eyes.

Feng Yuanzheng quietly approached and handed something to him.

"If you're really nervous, just prick yourself with this," he said in a low voice. "When it hurts, you won't be nervous anymore."

Zhang Qilin looked at the paperclip in his hand and then at Feng Yuanzheng:

"Teacher, this is..."

"This is only a temporary measure," Feng Yuanzheng said, looking at him seriously. "If you really want to gain a foothold on the stage, you have to overcome that mental hurdle yourself."

Looking at the paperclip in his hand, Zhang Qilin seemed to be suddenly enlightened, and his thoughts became clear.

It's true that people tend to overthink things when they're stressed.

He was only thinking about managing his emotions on his own, forgetting that he had a cheat code.

After expressing his gratitude to Feng Yuanzheng, Zhang Qilin took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes.

In my heart silently:

"award."

The rewards he had earned during this period came into view.

[Passerby Popularity Fate Fragment +2]

[Accurate simulation of destiny fragment +1]

[Temporary Dialogue Memory Acceleration +1]

[Temporary Empathy Magnetic Field Talisman +1]

[Temporary Spirit Altar Qingming Talisman +1]

[Temporary Detail Reversal Talisman +1]

Zhang Qilin looked at the Lingtai Qingming Talisman and a thought flashed through his mind.

[Lingtai Qingming Talisman]

The mind will be in an exceptionally clear and calm state, effectively resisting external vanity, praise, or emotional interference.

After reading the introduction, Zhang Qilin silently thought to himself:

"Activate the Lingtai Qingming Talisman."

In an instant, a strange and gentle power spread throughout his body like a warm current.

My thoughts, which were originally chaotic due to tension, seemed to be straightened out by an invisible hand.

His mind gradually became as calm as still water, and all the noise around him was shut out, no longer able to disturb him.

Under the influence of this magical power, Zhang Qilin stopped thinking about the upcoming performance.

They no longer worry about the audience or the possibility of mistakes during the performance.

He had only one clear thought in his mind: he was a tea drinker who had come to the teahouse.

What will happen in the teahouse later, and how should he react?

Aside from these things, he has nothing to do with anything, even if the sky falls down.

On stage, the actor who was about to replace Zhang Qilin walked towards his position.

Upon approaching, he saw that Zhang Qilin still had his eyes closed. He turned to look at Feng Yuanzheng not far away, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Feng Yuanzheng called out softly:

"Zhang Qilin, how are you feeling?"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Qilin opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and calm, showing no sign of tension.

He responded with a smile:

"Teacher, I feel great."

Feng Yuanzheng was slightly taken aback and carefully examined his face.

The replacement actor next to him also looked over with some surprise.

The composure emanating from this young man was not feigned, but rather a natural expression of inner strength and confidence.

The other veteran actors on stage were also somewhat surprised. How could someone who was so nervous just now have adjusted their state so quickly?

Feng Yuanzheng asked uncertainly:

"No bleeding, right?"

He couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Qilin had used too much force when stabbing him.

Zhang Qilin met his gaze and said earnestly:

"Teacher, I've figured it out."

Feng Yuanzheng observed for a while longer and, upon confirming that Zhang Qilin didn't seem to be putting on a brave face, breathed a sigh of relief.

This child's talent and comprehension are truly astonishing.

He then raised his hand and made a clear gesture in the direction of the surveillance camera.

In the monitoring room, Lin Zhaohua saw Feng Yuanzheng's gesture and whispered something into the communicator.

On stage, the replacement actor received instructions, turned around, and quietly withdrew.

Park Cunxin, who witnessed the whole thing, originally thought Zhang Qilin would be replaced this time, but he didn't expect him to pull through at the last moment.

He looked at Zhang Qilin thoughtfully.

19:30.

After a crisp and clear rendition of the "Children of the Rat" folk song, the curtain on the stage slowly rose.