Coward

Jock tilted his head as he stood beside the black soundstage. At first glance, he could not see through the obese being waving at him.

Whenever he tried to probe further, a pitch-black curtain blocked him, as though he were seated among the audience before a stage, completely unable to see the scene behind the curtain.

However, Jock was not worried at all.

He understood Luo Di's mindset very well. He knew why Luo Di had invited him here, and he also knew this was absolutely a fair one-on-one match.

After taking the wrong position, this was his only chance to correct it. As long as he survived, he would have a chance to turn things around.

Jock crossed the caution line and came before the potbellied middle-aged man.

The mist circling his body refused to draw near the other man no matter what, as though it feared something, as though it would be completely devoured the moment it approached.

Smack!

A roll of paper was slapped directly onto Jock's head.

"Why are you dawdling? According to Luo Di's description, you should be a highly efficient actor... This is your simplified script.

"The character you'll be playing is yourself. There are no restrictions on your lines. You mainly need to remember where you need to go and when, as well as the emotions and expressions needed at critical moments.

"Come into the Dressing Room first. Read the script while we put your makeup on.

"Oh, right. Let me introduce myself. I'm David, the chief director of this film shoot. The film doesn't have a title yet. I'll decide on one based on how the final cut turns out."

Jock neither refused nor questioned him. He forced out a stiff smile and obediently followed behind him into the black soundstage.

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