Su Ze's face was full of despair. He used to read novels and complained about all kinds of stupid cheats. What bothered him the most was those so-called systems that were so cluttered. What kind of mission challenges were issued all day long?
Obliterate if you fail?
I believe you as a ghost!
But now?
Easier said than done!
A man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry is hungry!
The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds!
Let’s see if I have this golden finger?
I also want to be humanized!
"You can't afford to offend me and why are you hiding?" Just as he was about to shout that I wanted to quit, he suddenly realized something and could only test it out: "Is it okay to return to reality?"
My eyes blurred, and I immediately returned to the room. I quickly checked my whole body to see if there was any problem. Then I checked the time?
Only two minutes have passed?
After repeated trials several times, I took out a pen and paper and started analyzing. Is there no intelligence or that more advanced intelligence has not been turned on?
Should the consciousness or soul enter and the body directly stay in reality?
Fully simulated scene?
Time flows at different speeds?
As for other functions?
Su Ze put down his pen. After all, there was too little information. But since it is called the Best Actor Training System, will he take the entertainment dominance route in the future?
It was still early, so I quickly locked the door, turned on the computer, entered a mysterious website address, and stared at the squirming flesh on the screen...
Bad stuff to make dumplings!
"The rating is forty-nine, please keep up the good work!"
"The rating is sixty-three, please keep up the good work!"
"The rating is seventy-eight, please keep up the good work!"
After struggling for more than 20 hours, Su Ze fell into a coma, even his dreams were filled with the smell of leeks.
The next day, I was driven to school in a Bentley by the driver and bodyguard with panda eyes. As soon as I got to my seat, a greasy, fat face appeared like a ghost and said, "Did you masturbate tonight?"
"Get out!" Su Ze pushed this bitch Zhang Wei away. Even though he was a fat man with a stupid name, he couldn't resist that his father was rich and he was a family friend of the Su family?
"Hey, are you so handsome for your own entertainment?"
"I'll follow you Viagra tonight!"
"I'll definitely ask my sister to give me a big red envelope when everything is done!"
Seeing Su Ze's murderous look, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he sat down next to him and said seriously: "Do you want to show your father your cards?"
"It looks like it's definitely not right, right?" The fat man said with a gloating look on his face, "I told you not to do it a long time ago."
"Do you know what it means to repair the plank road openly and secretly visit Chen Cang?"
"Do you know what it means that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge?"
"Do you know what it means to live on your salary and taste your courage, but not to bully young people into poverty?"
"Speak in human language!" Su Ze glared, "Why don't you play idiom solitaire for me?"
"What is the biggest obstacle for our so-called second generation to get ahead?" Fatty chuckled and said, "Of course it's the rich generation!"
"Is your dad in his fifties?"
"Can't you just listen to the old man and grow up in a few years?"
"Wait until they get old!"
"I can't walk anymore!"
"I can't get hard anymore!"
"Fuck!"
"It's not our world yet!"
"When the time comes, don't talk about becoming an actor, just spend money and become a director!"
"The first and second lines may be difficult, but the third and fourth lines are easy!"
"Let me do the math for you. Your fixed assets plus investment stocks are at least 4 to 5 billion, right?"
"Good guy, just smash it casually..."
"Go away, go away!" Su Ze resisted the urge to pinch the person. Liu Yunyun, his deskmate and monitor, arrived and finally sent the fat man away.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I am a top student because of my incredible intelligence, but my mother who was a freshman in high school spent millions of dollars in sponsorships, and I could only be soul-bound.
Liu Yunyun, who is among the top three in her grade, saw the wealthy and handsome boy at her desk secretly dozing off in class. Thinking of the principal and class teacher's repeated instructions, Liu Yunyun could only wake her up without conscience and said: "Really want to take the art school entrance examination?"
"Well, dad has promised to give me a chance." Su Ze looked at his ordinary-looking deskmate and said helplessly: "If you don't pass the exam, you have to re-study. How pitiful!"
"Isn't the time too urgent?" Liu Yunyun had a good impression of this rich, handsome and handsome deskmate, and asked sincerely: "Have you studied acting before?"
"Of course..." Su Ze chuckled and said, "No!"
Seeing that the teacher who was writing on the blackboard wanted to turn around, he quickly whispered: "Soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the soil. This is called chasing dreams!"
Liu Yunyun shook her head, forget it, her father has plenty of money, let alone repeat studies, so what if he doesn't go to college?
In the end, I couldn't help but warn: "I heard that the minimum score for the college entrance examination for art schools is 300. Last year, the highest score for Chinese drama was 350."
"Don't worry, I still have you." Su Ze approached Liu Yunyun and teased: "Are you my good deskmate?"
The girl looked at the handsome face so close, her ears felt hot, and she quickly lowered her head and said, "Well, I will give you all my notes from now on!"
Su Ze smiled slightly and cheered up to listen to the class. Of course he knew that cultural classes were very important, but now he also had the template of a golden-fingered protagonist. If his professional score passed the final cultural class and he overturned...
snort!
When I got home from school at noon, I went straight to the kitchen to find my nanny, Aunt Hu, who taught me the secrets of making dumplings step by step, striving to practice the theory and practice, so as to avenge the past shame by killing the system.
"I want to apply for seasoning in the system!"
Looking at the various materials that kept appearing on the chopping board, Su Ze realized that this was so.
I finally understand why the entry point is no physical performance. For new performers, any talk of liberating their nature, digging their hearts and releasing their souls is bullshit.
Like any skill, you must start with the simplest imitation. Have you never eaten pork?