“Action!”
With a shout from the person named Meng, the assessment officially began.
Zhao Zhilong played the interrogator.
He was in plain clothes.
He was required to portray sharp eyes and powerful, intimidating body language.
So, Zhao Zhilong sat steadily.
He didn't smile, though.
His expression was serious.
However, there were too many inconsistencies.
For instance, he had actually put on makeup today.
Moreover, his eyes weren't sharp at all; instead, they were a bit shifty.
Across from him.
Chen Feng played an Addict.
The scene was of him losing control during interrogation, his addiction flaring up.
He had ten lines of dialogue.
All of them were very simple.
…
Scene One.
Chen Feng: “Com… Comrade, do you… do you have a cigarette? Just one.”
Chen Feng trembled all over.
His face was pale green.
Sitting there, one hand unconsciously scratched his arm, scratching and scratching.
The back of his neck was covered in cold sweat.
His T-shirt was drenched.
Zhao Zhilong blinked, unmoving.
However, his eyes were full of suspicion.
This guy…
Is he really acting?
His face is green, and when did his eyes get so many bloodshot veins?
He wouldn't really have a problem, would he?
…
Scene Two.
Chen Feng yawned forcefully, trying hard to open his eyelids.
But his body had already started to tremble.
Chen Feng: “I… I really don’t know the upstream contact you’re looking for.”
Chen Feng: “Comrade, can you… can you give me a glass of water? It’s no use for you to stare at me like this… Ah-choo, staring at me is useless.”
Chen Feng: “Please… Please. Let me… let me have a smoke, I need to…”
He couldn't continue.
He was shaking violently.
His eyes were bloodshot.
And he clearly seemed to be becoming somewhat agitated.
Zhao Zhilong across from him changed his posture.
From an initially arrogant sitting posture, he shifted to a cautious one.
The defensive intent was obvious.
Moreover, the acting was completely gone from his eyes as he looked at Chen Feng; all that remained was terror.
This guy’s addiction must have really flared up, right?
Can acting reach this level?
Zhao Zhilong suddenly turned his head and glanced at the assessor named Meng.
At this moment, the three assessors also exchanged glances.
Including the two production crew members in the corner.
Everyone had only one thought.
This guy…
It seems his addiction has really flared up.
…
Scene Three.
Chen Feng’s expression became somewhat distorted.
He constantly wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes fixed on Zhao Zhilong, fierce and agitated.
Chen Feng: “You… You want to pry open my mouth?”
Chen Feng: “Give me… Give me a cigarette. Otherwise, you won’t… won’t get a single thing out of me.”
Chen Feng: “What are you looking at? Hehehehe, hit me. Come and hit me? Looking at your eyes, you must really… really want to hit me, don’t you? Come on? Come on, hit me, kill me.”
The last few words were practically screamed out, his throat raw.
Zhao Zhilong was startled by his eyes and intense emotion.
He instinctively got up and stood, retreating several steps, stumbling.
His face was filled with terror.
He even knocked over his chair.
At the same time, the three assessors also stood up.
They looked at Chen Feng in astonishment.
At this point, the atmosphere in the assessment room had changed.
…
Seeing Chen Feng’s state becoming increasingly terrifying, the assessor named Meng hurried to the old assessor’s side and quietly asked, “Teacher Song, this…”
The old assessor was also a bit flustered.
He didn't say anything.
He stared intently at Chen Feng, unsure whether this young man was truly acting or if his addiction had genuinely flared up.
At least so far, Chen Feng had already delivered seven of his ten lines.
Especially the last line, the madness and hysteria in his tone, and those final few lines, ‘Hit me, kill me,’ were all added on the spot.
The effect was directly maximized.
Now, the old assessor felt goosebumps all over his body.
If this was truly acting, to make him feel so immersed, even suspecting that this young man was genuinely experiencing an addiction flare-up, then this acting skill was simply too divine.
In the corner.
The two production crew members secretly huddled together.
“Holy crap, Brother Li, is this kid really having an addiction flare-up?”
“Looks like it.”
“Should we call the police?”
“Mind your own business. The leaders haven’t said anything yet, just watch.”
“Brother Li, I feel like he’s about to go crazy.”
“…”
“Brother Li, what if he really goes crazy? What if he flips the table? Should we go help? I heard people having addiction flare-ups are like mad dogs; if you get bitten, you need rabies shots.”
“…”
“Brother Li, why are you…”
Before he could finish, there was a loud crash.
…
Scene Four.
Chen Feng’s state at this moment was completely that of an Addict experiencing a flare-up.
He suddenly furiously overturned the table.
A low growl emanated from his throat.
In that state, he would overturn any table he saw, smash any chair he saw, find everything displeasing, unable to sit or rest, irritable and prone to anger, like a trapped beast, frantically wanting to bite everything.
Chen Feng: “Give me a puff.”
Chen Feng roared.
Then he suddenly rushed in front of Zhao Zhilong.
This sudden movement made Zhao Zhilong’s face turn pale with fright; he immediately dodged backward, but in his panic, his left foot tripped over his right heel.
With a thud.
He fell onto the ground with a thud.
This action seemed to activate Chen Feng’s fuse.
Chen Feng suddenly rushed over, directly driving his knee hard into Zhao Zhilong’s chest, screaming frantically, “Give me a puff, give me a puff, give me a puff…”
One of his hands was clamped tightly around Zhao Zhilong’s neck.
His other hand was rummaging all over Zhao Zhilong’s body.
Zhao Zhilong was so scared his limbs went numb, and he shrieked, “Help me, help, help me, help me…”
To the side.
The assessor named Meng finally grew anxious and shouted, “Chen Feng, what are you doing? Hurry and help, pull Chen Feng away.”
In the corner.
The two cameramen’s hearts skipped a beat.
It's over!
This is a real addiction flare-up.
Hurry up.
The two big men bravely rushed forward.
At this moment, Chen Feng actually pulled out a pack of cigarettes from Zhao Zhilong’s pocket, then immediately turned and hid in the corner, curling up on the ground.
With trembling hands, he painstakingly pulled out a cigarette.
The lighter in his hand fell to the ground several times.
Finally, he managed to pick it up, lit the flame, and took a deep drag.
On his face…
Tears, snot, and saliva were all mixed together.
He exhaled a puff of smoke.
Chen Feng mumbled to himself, “Phew, one puff, and I can die content. Phew!”
…
In the middle of the area.
The two cameramen dragged Zhao Zhilong away to a distance.
On the ground, a long trail of urine was left behind.
Zhao Zhilong had been so scared he lost bladder control.
The person named Meng quickly called the police.
The old assessor and the female assessor, for safety reasons, both retreated to the back door.
No one dared to approach Chen Feng.
And Chen Feng remained curled up in the corner, puffing on his cigarette, puff by puff.
Until…
Ten minutes later.
Police sirens sounded outside.
Soon, the assessment room door opened.
Two uniformed police officers walked in.
The assessor named Meng immediately stepped forward, pointed at Chen Feng in the corner, and urgently said, “It’s him, he must be on drugs, his addiction has flared up. Look, he scared one of our participants so badly!”
The two police officers frowned.
One pulled out a taser, and the other took out pepper spray and handcuffs.
The two slowly approached Chen Feng.
Just as they were about to implement control, Chen Feng suddenly turned to look at them, saying with a bewildered expression, “Um… I just wanted to ask, did they say ‘cut’? Are they part of the assessment?”
Police: “…”
Assessors: “…”
Cameramen: “…”
Zhao Zhilong, still trembling and slumped on the ground: “…”
Holy crap!!!!!
