Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Since the last incident, Gao Xiaosong felt that as a cultured person, he couldn't argue with a group of people who hadn't received higher education.

It was just a small thing.

As for letting a group of elderly "emo" fashionistas draw a life-or-death lottery?

Can't I just shut up?

I never expected that bastard Shen Mo would still cause trouble even after going abroad.

There won't be any boxed lunches being sold this time, right?

This time there won't be any life-or-death draws, right?

We've finally caught an easy target; we must rediscover the integrity of scholars.

He stayed up all night and wrote a long article on Weibo.

But after sending it, there was no response.

On the contrary, many people who sell second-hand items left comments under his Weibo post.

Night Walker: "A single letter from the Silent Car logo. Pre-order now!"

Not short of money: "Name your price, I'll take it."

Mouse Used Car Dealership: "Big 28s, you know what I mean, cash only."

Not short of money: "Holy crap! There really is such a rare item."

He's not short of money: "I want it, I want it."

Principal Wang: "Stop dawdling, I'll double whatever they offer!"

Gao Xiaosong: "You guys don't know what Shen Mo did?"

Principal Wang: "Stop talking nonsense, you son of a bitch. Although Shen Mo has some flaws, he has still brought honor to the country."

Gao Xiaosong: "I've brought glory to the country quite a bit too!"

Principal Wang: "Damn it, those who paid money don't count."

Lu Yang, who was working day and night to meet the editing deadline, saw the overwhelming outcry online.

His sentiments were rather simple; he simply created a poster of himself in a black suit holding a gun, with the words "Winning Glory for the Country" in bold font.

Netizens still sweet-talked Shen Mo, mocking him for overestimating his abilities to make a movie, but that didn't stop them from starting to discuss "John Wick".

Finally, the parties that had the most heated debate reached a compromise: a film is a film, and bringing glory to the country is bringing glory to the country.

As for that damned Shen Mo, he'll continue stealing his bicycle.

......

When a world-renowned director starts making a scene, crying, shouting, and threatening suicide, Warner Bros. has no choice but to compromise.

They're still counting on Nolan to make money.

Acting cute or coquettish is perfectly harmless.

Once things were settled, Shen Mo received the audition script from SYN Studio.

The time was set for three days later.

The committee for The Dark Knight auditioned him.

Upon seeing the role he was auditioning for, Shen Mo's hand trembled, and a strange emotion welled up inside him.

clown?

Are you kidding me?

Asking whether Shen Mo wanted to play this role is a no-brainer.

Who can resist the Joker?

Moreover, deep within Shen Mo's heart truly dwells a clown.

Strength is like a forbidden substance tainted with pollution; the stronger you are, the more polluted it becomes.

In his past life, Shen Mo often felt like he was being forced into becoming a clown. If it weren't for the red flag that could cleanse his soul, he probably would have already gone down an unpredictable path.

Being able to play the Joker in this life is a way of giving myself closure for my past.

Wanting to act is one thing, auditioning is another.

He was quite confident that he could turn Shen Mo into a clown, and even be more clown-like than the clown himself.

But if he were to act, it would be somewhat lacking.

Heath Ledger is there for all to see. Although he's no longer acting due to health reasons, as a Chinese person, even if I were on par with Heath Ledger, I probably wouldn't have a chance of getting the role.

Damn, we have to surpass it...

That's utter nonsense.

Seeing Shen Mo's melancholy expression, Anne Hathaway quickly hugged his head and whispered words of comfort.

She thought Shen Mo had become gloomy because of recent events.

This man fulfilled all her fantasies about men: powerful, wicked, and humorous.

Shen Mo patted the beautiful girl's arm to reassure her.

"I want to play a role, but my acting skills are lacking. Do you have any good suggestions?"

After asking the question, Shen Mo realized he had been grasping at straws in his desperation.

This woman's biggest advantage is her unreasonable beauty. As for her acting skills, they might improve later on, but she's currently trying to change her image.

Upon hearing Shen Mo's words, Anne Hathaway answered without hesitation:

"Then you become that character, but that's even harder than acting."

A bolt of lightning roared through Shen Mo's mind.

Yeah, I'm going to do something ruthless.

Looking into the beautiful girl's bright eyes, Shen Mo said with piercing eyes, "You'll help me, right!"

Anne Hathaway nodded emphatically.

After that, Anne Hathaway mobilized her team to help Shen Mo transform into the clown he remembered, from costumes to makeup.

While these people were busy, Shen Mo was equally focused on Anne Hathaway.

For a full six hours, Shen Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt as if he had found that morbid feeling.

Weakness and emptiness.

The beautiful girl looked up at the ceiling, feeling like she was going to die.

That little bastard.

For six hours, she, who had dreamed of becoming a nun since childhood, had this forbidden experience for the first time.

Having faced death, she felt as if her soul had entered hell.

Fear, hallucination, depravity, excitement.

I watched the man sitting at his dressing table, applying that terrifying and ridiculous makeup.

Anne Hathaway has a perverse pleasure of falling into the devil's hands.

After finishing his makeup, Shen Mo gave Annie a nervous smile.

"I'll go see what's going on."

Staring intently at Shen Mo, Annie mechanically asked the question.

"Where to?"

"dark."

The sight of that unsteady figure made Anne Hathaway's heart pound; she longed for that man to return and continue to torment her.

I'm a bitch, I'm waiting for you to come back.

......

In a circular conference room, the executive committee members of "The Dark Knight" sat in order.

Everyone was dignified and proper, exuding an air of old-money nobility.

The elderly man with gray hair, Jeremy, the vice president of Warner, tapped the table with his ring.

He is a strong contender for the next president of Warner Music and is also the highest-ranking person present.

"Nolan, why hasn't that damn Chinese guy arrived yet?"

Nolan glanced at his watch, his expression grave, and said, "Five minutes left."

These committee members in front of him were all high-ranking executives at Warner Bros., and he had done more than enough for his friend Heath Ledger.

As for that Chinese man, the makeup team has been waiting for him until now, but he has not yet shown up.

Without makeup, I definitely won't get the role in the audition.

Now that we've finished this formality, let John continue searching for suitable candidates.

Impatiently, he picked up his watch, and just as the second hand reached its appointed time, the door clicked open.

A cold wind blew into the audition room.

Nolan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he smelled blood.

I looked up and saw... a clown.

The green suit was disheveled, and several scarlet stains were the source of the bloody smell.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with madness.

But he tried his best to restrain himself and put on a normal expression.

They walked slowly and leisurely towards the venue.

He stumbled, and a metal object rolled to the center of the field.

Upon seeing what it was, Nolan yelled, "Fuck! A grenade!"

With a loud shout, men and horses fell to the ground.

Nolan's pupils dilated, and with a soft "poof," a plume of pink smoke rose from the grenade.

The clown standing on the steps laughed maniacally.

It seems that a prank, once completed, led him to find something meaningful.

He even started a comical dance.

"Color Breaks Breasts, Love!"

Having just made a fool of himself, Jeremy, who was now trying his best to maintain his composure, roared in exasperation:

"You damned Chinese, you're really insane."

"Now, immediately!"

"Come here and act out your damn script again."

"Then get lost!"

Pointing at Nolan, Jeremy continued to yell:

"This is the greatest respect I can give you, Nolan."

Jeremy was furious. This was the first time he had been tricked by Chinese people in front of so many people, and the entire scene fell silent.

The clown, like a child who had done something wrong, walked sadly to the center of the arena, where there was a small chair.

Sitting down in the chair, the clown looked up and calmly tossed out a pull ring.

"Take a guess, is this true?"

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