Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

One Tangren Media CEO, two directors, and one Hu Ge.

Four people sat side by side across the long table, all their eyes fixed on him; the scene really resembled a graduation defense.

If any freshman in the performing arts department stood here with such a scene, they would be considered to have extraordinary composure if they could sit still without trembling.

Hu Ge probably noticed the tension in his fingertips, winked at him, and smiled, offering a way out:

"Don't hold back, relax, I believe in you."

Su Wei nodded in agreement, but the tension in her heart did not dissipate much.

Su Wei stood there, clutching the script, and took a deep breath.

The meeting room was so quiet that only the hum of the air conditioner vents could be heard.

He didn't try to replicate the finished scenes from his memory; instead, he focused on grasping the core of the character.

Having searched for an opponent for thousands of years, how must he have felt when he fell from being the number one god in the Three Realms to a muddle-headed mortal in the marketplace?

Is it disappointment, confusion, or anger at dashed hopes?

Ten minutes passed faster than I expected.

He placed the script on the table, walked to the empty area in the conference room, turned around, and stood facing the long table.

Just as I was about to calm myself down, I heard a soft rustling sound of a chair being moved beside me.

Hugo stood up.

He draped his jacket over the back of the chair, revealing a gray T-shirt underneath.

As he walked towards the center of the field, he stretched his neck, his posture appearing remarkably casual.

He stopped two meters away from Su Wei, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and smiled at Su Wei:

"I'll act alongside you; just come along."

A hint of gratitude flashed in Su Wei's eyes.

Auditions are the ultimate test of one's on-the-spot performance. The difference between someone simply reciting lines and someone standing opposite you, responding to the scene, is like night and day.

Hugo's action really helped him a lot.

Before he could think any further, the smile on Hu Ge's face faded.

There were no exaggerated movements, just a slight raise of his eyebrows, a nonchalant droop at the corners of his mouth, and a hint of cunning from the common people in his eyes, while also hiding a bit of unyielding spirit.

But in that short while, it wasn't Hu Ge standing there; it was Jing Tian.

Su Wei steadied herself and suppressed all distracting thoughts.

He slightly opened his shoulders, tightened his jawline, and looked down from a slightly higher angle, fixing his gaze on the face of the person opposite him.

There was no deliberate attempt to lower his voice or roar; his voice was deep and resonant, as if tempered with ice, carrying a hint of indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

"General Fei Peng".

"Reincarnated, and now I look like this."

At the other end of the long table, Cai Yinong's pen, which had been twirling rapidly between her fingers, suddenly stopped.

She raised her eyes, and her gaze, which had been somewhat scrutinizing, suddenly became more serious.

Li Guoli, who had been leaning back in his chair, sat up slightly.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze fixed on Su Wei in the room.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Ge immediately took over the role.

He leaned back, then spread his hands, raised his chin high, and twisted his mouth to one side, instantly exuding a reckless and arrogant air.

"Hey, red-haired monster, you've mistaken me for someone else!"

He poked his chest with his thumb, his voice booming.

"My name is Jing Tian, ​​Jing as in Jing Tian, ​​Tian as in Jing Tian!"

His tone was slightly raised, carrying impatience and a hint of nonchalant bluff, making him look exactly like a petty thug who made a living on the streets.

Su Wei raised her hand.

What should have been a swift and decisive movement to probe the opponent's spiritual energy was momentarily halted by Jing Tian's unexpected force.

Just a moment.

Almost nothing has changed, but it's still a bit slow.

Lin Yufen gently lowered the pen that had been pressed against her lips.

Her fingertips paused briefly on the script cover, her brow furrowed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and continued watching the scene.

Su Wei remained calm.

After that brief pause, he immediately regained his composure and continued moving forward, following the other person's reaction.

The dialogue flowed smoothly, and the movement was flawless, progressing from initial indifference and disappointment to later provocation tinged with impatience.

Hugo responded very well, returning any move Hugo made with steady, solid accuracy.

After a few back and forth, the scene quickly came to an end.

The moment the words left her lips, Su Wei withdrew the coldness from her eyes and nodded slightly.

"Director, that's it."

Hu Ge patted his arm with a smile, offered no further comment, and turned to walk back to his seat.

The meeting room fell silent.

Li Guoli lowered his head and flipped through the notebook in his hand. The pen tip glided across the paper, and the soft scratching sound was particularly clear in the silence.

Lin Yufen leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. She looked up at Su Wei, her face expressionless, showing neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction.

Cai Yinong started twirling the pen in her hand again, round and round.

Her gaze fell on Su Wei, her expression calm, revealing not a trace of emotion.

Su Wei's fingers, hanging by her side, curled slightly.

He wasn't sure either.

In the scene just now, he was in a smooth state at the beginning, but he was shaken for a moment by Hu Ge's reaction in the middle, but he regained his composure afterward.

But whether it's good or not, whether it suits the director's taste, he has no idea.

Apart from Hu Ge, the four people opposite him were all veterans who had been in the industry for over a decade or two. Their emotions were hidden too deeply for him to fathom.

Is it barely satisfactory, or just barely passing?

No one spoke.

Li Guoli turned to the side, leaned close to Cai Yinong's ear, and whispered a few words.

The voice was kept extremely low, and Su Wei, standing several meters away, couldn't hear a single word.

All that could be seen was Cai Yinong listening, nodding slightly twice, her fingers twirling the pen between her fingers at varying speeds.

A few seconds later, Li Guoli turned around.

He glanced at the documents in his hand, then looked up at Su Wei.

Su Wei subconsciously softened her breathing.

He thought the next step would either be on-site commentary or he would be told to go home and wait for news.

But Li Guoli neither said it nor said he couldn't.

He reached out and picked up another sheet of paper from the side, then gently pushed it with his fingertips, sending it sliding down the smooth tabletop to Su Wei.

"That last part was just a warm-up."

Li Guoli's voice was flat and lacked any discernible tone.

"Let's try another scene. It's a scene between Chonglou and Zixuan, where Zixuan is injured and Chonglou secretly comes to her rescue. This time, you don't have any other scenes with her, so you can do it yourself."

Su Wei was stunned for a moment.

He looked down at the page that had slid to his face; it contained only a few lines of dialogue, each word filled with restraint.

The difficulty in playing Chonglou lies not in the imposing aura of fighting and killing, but in the softness hidden beneath the iceberg.

Compared to the previous open and confrontational questioning, this scene is the real test of skill.

Cai Yinong then spoke, her tone remaining flat, revealing no inclination whatsoever.

"You have three minutes to prepare."

She looked up at Su Wei and lightly tapped the table with the tip of her pen.

"Ready? Let's begin."

Su Wei's fingertips, which were gripping the paper, turned slightly white.

He knew that what he had just heard was just an appetizer.

The real test has only just begun.