"Everyone is here, prepare." The director ejaculated and suddenly found that something was wrong. He glanced around and scolded, "Why haven't this bastard Zhang Meng come yet?"

"He called and said he couldn't come." The drama officer replied,

"Fuck, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"It was his girlfriend who didn't agree."

"It's another cartilage." The director was so angry that he was smoking. There was a small supporting role missing at the important moment. Even if the actor was not important, this scene was his focus. How could he shoot it?

Looking up at the students around me, I was too young and a little childish. Although I could take pictures, the effect would be much worse. If I had known this, I would not have mobilized people to come to Pingchuan University.

Just when he was in a dilemma, the director suddenly turned around and saw Wang Baoyu smoking aside. It seemed that the young man was gentle and could not help but lit up.

"Comrade, come here." The director waved to Wang Baoyu,

Wang Baoyu was stunned for a moment and didn't hear it clearly. The director called him again. He was sure that he was calling him. He hurriedly came over and asked, "Director, what's the matter?"

"Can you play a guest role? It's easy to say." The director laughed,

Wang Baoyu, who has never filmed a movie, is very interested in it. It is best to experience everything in life. Now that the opportunity is right, how can I let it go? He hurriedly said, "Okay, I just don't know how to cry. Hehe, I don't have enough feelings."

"What are you crying? Crying can make the Japanese devils cry to death. We must fight." The director clenched his fists and said disdainfully.

"You can't pretend to be a Japanese devil," Wang Baoyu put forward the conditions.

"Don't worry, it's for you to play a hero." The director smiled evilly.

"I have felt like a hero since I was a child." Wang Baoyu suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart, his face was full of joy, and he rubbed his hands excitedly, wishing he could audition immediately.

"After a while, when the Japanese devils raise their guns to threaten the female student, you rush over, block in front of the female student, and curse the Japanese devils." The director explained the plot,

"No problem, I can be different if I scold you for three days. Fuck your little Japanese, I want to bully the students in front of me, unless I die." Wang Baoyu patted his chest excitedly, feeling that this character was really satisfying.

"That's fine, put on makeup and go on stage quickly." said the director.

The costumer hurried over to ask Wang Baoyu to put on the gray robe from that period and put on a wig with a middle part. Hehe, I feel good about myself. Then, Xiaoyue came to him personally to put on makeup. After a few strokes, she immediately looked heroic. She looked like a positive person at first glance. The props brought a blood bag and carefully stuffed it on Wang Baoyu's chest.

"What's the purpose?" Wang Baoyu asked in confusion.

"You need to say it? You scolded the Japanese devils and of course you were beaten to death. When the Japanese devils fired, you fell to the ground, crushed the blood bag, and died in pain." Props laughed,

"What does it mean? Let me play a dead person." Wang Baoyu felt fooled and said with a frown.

"The crew gives red envelopes." The prop continued to smile badly,

"That won't work. Who will protect those female students if I die?" Wang Baoyu quickly thought of a reason to refuse.

"You don't have to worry about this. Our plot is very reasonable and guaranteed that the audience likes it."

"Anyway, I won't play the dead person." Wang Baoyu disagreed. He didn't care about the red envelope. The key was that it was unlucky to play the dead person. He said that he ignored everyone's objection and took off his robe a few times.

Prots quickly went over to the director and told him that Wang Baoyu did not agree. The director was very depressed and was so angry that he didn't know what to do. Naturally, he scolded Zhang Meng several times.

"Director, why don't I try it? I'm in the education industry, which may be more in line with the hero in the play." Teacher Xu walked over in a few steps, probably a young man, who wanted to try something new.

The director frowned and waved his hand to ask the makeup artist for a comb. He personally separated Teacher Xu's hair from the middle. After looking at it for a long time, he held his chin and asked the people around him: "Is it appropriate? Do you look like a traitor?"

"It's not suitable." Everyone around also recognized the director's vision. The depressed Teacher Xu really wanted to hit the wall.

The director waved his hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, go home, damn it, I won't shoot it anymore."

"Teacher Meng, when will I see you again?" Xiaoyue saw that everyone was packing their things and preparing to go back, so she hurriedly asked the short and thirsty makeup artist.

The makeup artist waved his hand and said impatiently: "The director is angry, let's talk about it later."

"Leave a contact information." Xiaoyue said diligently,

"The business card is in the car. Can I find it for you if I double it?" The makeup artist said casually absent-mindedly, Xiaoyue's face was immediately full of disappointment. Perhaps a beautiful dream was about to be broken again.

All of this was in Wang Baoyu's eyes, and he felt very uncomfortable. Because he was alone, today's drama could not be filmed, which indirectly affected the crew's losses. What's more important is that it also made Xiaoyue lose a good opportunity. Xiaoyue just recovered a little confidence, and now she is just having a happy scene. What will happen?

Wang Baoyu still felt soft-hearted. Fuck, just act like a dead person. It's not really dead.

Wang Baoyu finally shouted: "Director, if I shoot it, it's better to make me more heroic."

The director turned anger into joy and turned around and asked, "You've thought about it."

"Yeah, I've thought about it."

"My little comrade, your awareness is too high. Let's do this. I will send you the red envelope of the coffin." The director said,

I was so fainted. It turned out that the red envelopes for shooting TV were different. I heard the director happily start to arrange again and ordered: "Then put a few more blood bags for this young man. Well, arrange for all the Japanese soldiers to shoot him. You must shoot more heroic."

This is not heroic, it is clearly tragic. Wang Baoyu did not bargain, and let the props stick a few blood bags on him with tape. He explained how to use it correctly. Then, Wang Baoyu adjusted his spirit, took a big step, and went on stage. Yushu was in the wind and was full of fighting spirit, which immediately attracted the praise of the onlookers and the favored eyes of many girls.

The crew has been struggling for so long, but it has attracted many off-campus personnel to stop and watch the fun. There is also a small bread without a license plate, which is parked not far away, with the windows closed.

"Baga, Miss Hua's work is hard to do." A "Japanese devil" held up a gun and pressed directly against the bulging chest of a female student wearing a water-blue short collar, a hidden black skirt, and white socks and black square leather shoes.

The female student unyieldingly straightened her chest and cursed: "Bah, your head can be broken, your blood can flow, and the country of the motherland cannot be lost."

"Baga." The "Japanese devil" cursed, waved his spear and hit the female student in the face. The female student bit the blood bag in her mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

"Dog god, no bullying girls." Wang Baoyu played the passionate boy, holding his robe, stepped forward to block the girls.
Chapter completed!