He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Ye Mo's voice was not loud, even a little soft.

But every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a hoarseness that sent chills down your spine.

Zeng Zidan was stunned.

It wasn't a deliberate pause; it was a natural bodily reaction.

He has been acting for over twenty years and has acted alongside countless actors.

I've seen all kinds of actors, good ones, bad ones, formally trained ones, and self-taught ones.

But he had never seen anything like it—a 23-year-old extra who could completely transform into another person the moment the camera started rolling.

Moreover, this "other person" is a madman.

Zeng Zidan's mind went blank for a fraction of a second.

This is fatal in a performance.

Fortunately, he was experienced enough and reacted quickly enough.

Almost at the same instant, his eyes narrowed, his body sank slightly, and he entered Xiahou Wu's state.

But everyone present saw that moment of stunned silence.

Chen Desheng, behind the monitor, suddenly frowned.

Assistant director Lao Li almost dropped his pen.

The stagehands, photographers, and lighting crew—anyone watching the monitor or observing the scene—all noticed it.

The bullet missed.

Although it was only for a brief moment, and although he had recovered as quickly as possible, that moment of surprise could not escape the eyes of those in the industry.

The set was so quiet you could hear the hum of the cameras.

Chen Desheng did not yell "Cut".

The play continues.

Feng Yuxiu—Ye Mo—tilted his head, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He took a step forward, his left foot dragging on the ground with a slight scraping sound.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He spoke very slowly, so slowly that it was uncomfortable. Each word he uttered seemed to be something he was chewing over.

Zeng Zidan stared at him with a cold expression.

"You're Feng Yuxiu?"

"Yes." Ye Mo smiled, a genuine smile this time, but that smile sent a chill down the spines of several people present. "I heard you're quite the fighter?"

Zeng Zidan did not answer, but his body tensed up even more.

This was Xiahou Wu's reaction—vigilance and wariness.

But what was churning in Zeng Zidan's heart was far more than the emotions a character should have.

He was wondering: What's the background of this kid?

He has seen actors who get into character quickly, but those actors often need time to prepare and require a suitable environment.

Ye Mo, on the other hand, gets into character the moment the clapperboard is struck, without any transition.

What's even more terrifying is that he not only got himself into character, but he also threw that character at you.

That sinister aura, that madness, those snake-like eyes—when you look at him, you can't help but believe: this person really is capable of killing.

Zeng Zidan has been acting for so many years, and this is the first time he has been overshadowed by a newcomer.

It wasn't intentional on their part; they were just too strong.

He's so powerful that if you don't pay close attention, you'll be overwhelmed by his aura.

Zeng Zidan took a deep breath and suppressed his distracting thoughts.

He was, after all, a former bullet.

……

Behind the monitor, Chen Desheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

His expression betrayed nothing, but his mind was in turmoil.

He knew Ye Mo was talented. He found out on the day of the audition.

But auditioning is one thing, acting opposite Zeng Zidan in real scenes is another.

How many newcomers falter in front of big names? How many professionally trained actors can't even deliver their lines properly when they see Zeng Zidan's face?

Chen Desheng was originally worried that Ye Mo wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure.

The results of it?

All the pressure went to Zeng Zidan.

"This kid..." Chen Desheng muttered, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning upwards.

Nearby, assistant director Lao Li leaned over and whispered, "Director Chen, that last bit..."

"I know." Chen Desheng raised his hand to interrupt him, "Keep watching."

Old Li shut up, but his eyes were still darting around.

He's been with Chen Desheng for over a decade; what kind of play hasn't he seen? What kind of actor hasn't he met?

But today's performance really opened his eyes.

A newcomer managed to suppress Zeng Zidan.

If this gets out, the entire industry will be in an uproar.

……

At the edge of the film set, several actors who weren't filming stood together, their eyes fixed on the center of the set.

Fan Shaohuang leaned against the wall, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, but didn't drink it. His gaze was fixed on Ye Mo, and his expression was unreadable.

Shi Xingyu stood next to him, the smile on her face long gone.

"Young Master Huang, did you see it clearly?" Shi Xingyu asked in a low voice.

"I saw it clearly." Fan Shaohuang took a sip of coffee, his voice flat. "Bullet Bro was a beat too slow."

"Not a full beat, but half a beat," Shi Xingyu corrected him. "But that's not the point. The point is that kid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

That kid suppressed Zeng Zidan's momentum.

Although it only lasted for a moment, in that instant, the aura was completely on Feng Yuxiu's side.

Fan Shaohuang didn't reply, but just glanced at Ye Mo and then at Chen Desheng behind the monitor.

He suddenly understood.

Why did Chan Tak-sing cast a minor character as Feng Yu-xiu?

It's not about connections, it's not about having capital.

There really is something there.

……

On the sidelines, several stagehands and lighting technicians were whispering among themselves.

"Was I seeing things? Bullet Bro seemed to freeze for a second?"

"I'm not seeing things, I saw it too."

"Holy crap, who's that kid? He managed to stun Bullet Guy?"

"I don't know, didn't they say before that he was just an extra?"

"Extra? You're telling me this is what an extra is?"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

……

The play continues.

Chen Desheng finally spoke.

"Click."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But Chen Desheng's next sentence stunned everyone.

"This one is approved."

Passed?

Zeng Zidan clearly paused for a moment just now, so how did he pass by?

Chen Desheng put down the walkie-talkie and watched the playback on the monitor.

He looked at it again.

Zeng Zidan's naiveté was indeed real.

But that fraction of a second of silence, placed within the context of the entire performance, becomes a genuine reaction.

Is it abnormal for Xiahou Wu to be stunned for a moment when faced with a madman like Feng Yuxiu?

Reasonable.

You could even say it was a lucky accident.

But Chen Desheng didn't say it.

He glanced at Zeng Zidan, who was standing in the center of the field, and then at Ye Mo.

Zeng Zidan's expression had returned to normal, and he was asking his assistant for water. It was as if nothing had happened.

Ye Mo stood opposite, stretching his shoulders as he emerged from Feng Yuxiu's state.

He reverted to being that ordinary, somewhat lazy young man.

Chen Desheng understood the situation.

He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Prepare for the next shot."

……

Ye Mo walked to the rest area, picked up a bottle of water, and took a sip.

His heart was still beating fast, but his expression was calm.

In the scene just now, he clearly felt that Zeng's bullets were slower.

It's not that the movements are slow, it's that the aura is slow.

He got so into character that he threw himself into Feng Yuxiu's body, and when that crazy energy burst out, even he himself couldn't control himself.

"You overdid it just now."

A voice came from the side.

Ye Mo turned his head and saw Shi Xingyu.

He walked over with a smile on his face, but there was something more to that smile—approval, curiosity, and a hint of goodwill.

"Did you pass?" Ye Mo asked.

"It wasn't that kind of overdoing it." Shi Xingyu waved his hand. "You were too aggressive. Brother Bullet wasn't prepared."

Ye Mo scratched his head: "Then I'll hold back a bit in the next match?"

"No." Shi Xingyu patted him on the shoulder. "Just keep acting like this. Brother Bullet can handle it; he just didn't expect it."

After saying that, Shi Xingyu left.

Ye Mo watched his retreating figure and smiled.

Then he looked up, his gaze passing across the film set and landing on the doorway of the dressing room in the distance.

Zeng Zidan was standing there, talking to the martial arts instructor.

Seemingly sensing Ye Mo's gaze, Zeng Zidan turned his head to look over.

The two stared at each other for a second.

Zeng Zidan's expression didn't change much, but Ye Mo noticed that his eyes were different from those in the morning.

The morning is filled with scrutiny, suspicion, and the question, "Who are you?"

Now, there's something more in those eyes.

serious.

......