Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Tang Yingxue pushed open the door and walked in.

She was wearing a long white dress, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders.

His back was ramrod straight, his chin slightly raised, and he looked straight ahead.

Su Yuyan paused at her lips, holding the teacup.

The last time I saw Tang Yingxue, her skin was a bit dull, and the fine lines around her eyes were quite noticeable.

Su Yuyan secretly felt a little smug for a couple of seconds.

Looking at her now, Tang Yingxue's skin is fair and firm, the lines around her eyes are gone, and she looks at least five or six years younger.

Su Yuyan's gaze swept back and forth between Tang Yingxue and Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan kept his head down, flipping through the script, without looking up.

Su Yuyan sneered inwardly. That bastard.

Yang Shuhua adjusted her reading glasses.

"Teacher Tang, the role of Guanyin doesn't require you to have big movements; what's needed is a dignified and solemn appearance. Try a scene where Sun Wukong comes to the South Sea for help before Guanyin subdues Red Boy."

Tang Yingxue stopped, recalling what Jiang Fan had said in the hotel room last night.

"Stop putting on airs like a diva, tone it down a bit, and add a touch of compassion."

She clasped her hands together in front of her, making the gesture that Jiang Fan had personally corrected her on before.

His gaze shifted from looking straight ahead to looking slightly down at the open space in front of him.

"You impudent monkey, instead of protecting your master on his journey to the West to retrieve the scriptures, what are you doing here?"

His voice was cold and his speech was very slow.

Yang Shuhua stared at Tang Yingxue.

This posture, this look in his eyes, he has lost all trace of a pop singer.

Having cultivated arrogance for many years in a high position, he tempered it somewhat, which perfectly matched the sense of distance that a deity should maintain.

Yang Shuhua didn't speak, and turned to another page of the script.

"Let's try again. Wuzhuang Temple revived the ginseng fruit tree."

Tang Yingxue changed her stance. Her right hand was raised in a gesture of support, while her left hand formed a mudra.

"Zhen Yuanzi, I can save your fruit tree."

His tone was flat and even, yet it exuded absolute confidence.

Yang Shuhua looked at it for ten seconds, picked up her pen, and put a checkmark on the list.

"Passed." Yang Shuhua looked at her. "The gestures are perfect. Who taught you?"

"A friend," Tang Yingxue replied.

"Maintain this state after joining the crew." Yang Shuhua closed the script.

Tang Yingxue nodded in acknowledgment.

"Thank you, Director Yang."

She turned and walked out.

His gaze lingered on Jiang Fan's bald head for a second, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

Jiang Fan looked up, met her gaze, and nodded expressionlessly.

The door closed.

Yang Shuhua turned to look at Jiang Fan.

"President Jiang, the two singers you recommended do have some talent."

Jiang Fan picked up the paper cup and took a sip of water.

"As long as Director Yang is satisfied."

Su Yuyan rolled her eyes.

Spiritual energy? It's all earned through working overtime at night and using physical strength.

Yang Shuhua turned to the last page of the list.

"Next, the Jade Rabbit Spirit. Shen Nian."

The door was pushed open, and Shen Nian walked in.

She was wearing that yellow exotic dance costume, and her bare feet were on the wooden floor.

Yang Shuhua frowned.

This girl is so pretty.

She has an innocent face, like a college student who hasn't graduated yet.

How can someone with that kind of appearance portray a fairy?

"Shen Nian, right?" Yang Shuhua leaned back in her chair. "The essence of your role lies in the dance. Show me a short dance first."

The staff member next to him pressed the play button on the speaker.

Exotic music filled the audition room.

Shen Nian tiptoed and slowly spread her arms out to her sides.

She didn't look at Yang Shuhua, nor did she look at Su Yuyan.

Her gaze went straight across the long table and landed on Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's words went through her mind.

Imagine I am Tang Sanzang, and you are about to take my vital essence.

Shen Nian's expression changed.

She completely ripped away the sweet facade of idol singers.

Her waist swayed dramatically, and her yellow skirt billowed as she spun, the gold sequins reflecting the light.

Her gaze was direct and blatant, and her movements carried an undisguised aggression.

She took two steps forward, getting closer to the long table.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Fan.

Yang Shuhua sat up straight.

That look in your eyes, it's perfect.

The song ended.

Shen Nian stopped moving, her chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat on her forehead.

Yang Shuhua slammed her hand on the table.

"Okay. Very good." Yang Shuhua picked up her pen and ticked it off.

"However, if you tighten your gaze even a little, it's a bit too much. Tang Sanzang is a monk; don't try to devour him whole."

Shen Nian's face turned bright red instantly.

She bowed.

"Thank you, Director Yang."

She straightened up, glanced at Jiang Fan again, turned around, and jogged out of the audition room.

The morning's auditions are all over.

Yang Shuhua packed her things and stood up.

"President Su, President Jiang, the main roles have been cast. The assistant director will handle the remaining supporting roles. I'll be going now."

Su Yuyan got up and saw Yang Shuhua out.

Only Su Yuyan and Jiang Fan remained in the audition room.

Jiang Fan stood up, straightened the collar of his black shirt, and picked up his phone from the table.

Su Yuyan walked to his side.

"Director Jiang, you've taught us very well."

Jiang Fan looked at her.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Jiang Fan stepped outside, placed his hand on the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

The scene in the corridor made him pause for a second.

Xu Qingya, Tang Yingxue, Shen Nian.

The three of them were in the spacious rest area of ​​the corridor.

Xu Qingya sat on a single sofa, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand.

Tang Yingxue sat on the long sofa opposite her, her legs crossed.

Shen Nian stood by the window, looking down and picking at her fingers.

With Su Yuyan, who had just come out, the four women gathered in the corridor.

The scents of four different perfumes mingled in the air, none able to overpower the others.

Xu Qingya was the first to make a move.

"Judging from Teacher Tang's expression, did he pass Director Yang's test?"

Tang Yingxue reached out and straightened her skirt.

"Teacher Xu is meddling too much. Just focus on playing your role as the mortal king. Don't pry into the affairs of the immortals."

Xu Qingya tightened her grip on the water bottle, and the plastic bottle made a soft click.

Su Yuyan walked over and stood next to Xu Qingya, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We'll all be working together in the same production crew from now on, so let's look out for each other. This is the first time any of you are acting, so as a senior, I naturally need to give you all some pointers."

Tang Yingxue gave a cold laugh.

"President Su should worry more about his performance-based agreement. If he messes it up, Times Media will have to change owners."

Shen Nian whispered a comment from the side.

"I just passed it too."

The three women's eyes simultaneously swept towards Shen Nian.

Shen Nian shrank her neck and shut her mouth.

The four women sized each other up.

In the end, all their eyes were drawn to Jiang Fan, who was walking behind them.

Jiang Fan, sporting a bald head, walked to the middle of the four.

"Since it's already passed, let's follow the rules."

Jiang Fan spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping over the four people.

"Whether they're a superstar or a top celebrity, once they're on set, they listen to the director. No one dares to act like a diva or cause trouble on set."

Jiang Fan paused, his voice turning cold.

"I'll just replace him."