Doomsday boss aspires to the top of the entertainment industry

Gao Mulong has a regular variety show to catch up with tomorrow, and his route is different from Qin Jue’s and others, so he left early after filming the night scene.

Qin Jue closed his eyes and rested in the car for a while. The crew set off in unison and returned to the hotel where they were staying.

Poor Zhang Ming, because he mistakenly identified the wrong parts and had to wait for the special model that Qin Jue needed during the exchange, he is still staying near the experience center, feeling a double despair in terms of knowledge and business ability.

Hey, you have to endure hardship to have memory.

Qin Jue was completely cold.jpg, unmoved.

Back at the hotel, she ate something simple and lay down on the bed with the script.

Last night (early this morning), the special training on campus violence in the film and television space was very useful. I filmed the whole day and was in good condition.

It’s a good feeling to be able to truly feel the rewards of your hard work.

Qin Jue put the script on his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

After a brief pause, she put a hand on her chest, gritted her teeth on the lower half of her face that was shadowed by the script, and her body shook violently.

Here we go again.

Once you relax, the sadistic desire in your body is like a tarsal maggot, biting every nerve.

Qin Jue muffled the sound that rushed out of his throat back into his chest. The hand on his chest quickly moved to a few centimeters below his armpit, curled up his fingers and grabbed it.

Electric current radiates from the combat uniform, directly irritating the skin.

She shuddered suddenly, and at the same time, her heavy breathing eased.

This was also a setting in the first version of the combat suit, after she accidentally seriously injured the Seventh Army Division.

That sucks.

Why do you think of this again?

Qin Jue's eyes dimmed. Although his desire to kill was reduced by the electric shock, he felt a sense of nausea.

It was a wave of uneasiness and panic, as if there was a big hole in the heart, and the stomach was churning and spasming, using instinct to express hatred for oneself.

Qin Jue leaned back heavily and dropped the script beside his pillow.

She stared at the ceiling blankly, her fingers trembling, and she could feel the stickiness of the blood flowing through her.

It was very hot, and just sliding over it felt as if the fingertips were burned to ashes, and the pain was unforgettable.

That kind of terrible panic and fear is completely different from being bullied or domestic violence. It is the most painful feeling like losing a loved one.

It was also at that time that Qin Jue deeply understood that her wanton malice and bloodlust would come back hard. She thought she was the only one suffering the pain, and she thought she could bear it, but at that moment she was unprepared and despaired.

and self-loathing.

"Ahem!——Hmm."

The half-digested dinner was churning in his stomach. Qin Jue used the same trick he had used to stop Gao Mulong's nausea on himself, holding it down for nearly two minutes before he could stand up and vomit.

There was cold sweat on her forehead, and she slowly relaxed her body and lay flat on the bed.

At this time, Qin Jue had not realized that another huge hidden danger was quietly buried in her body.

……

Controlling his sleep time, Qin Jue opened his eyes and got up four hours after falling asleep.

The dark circles appear shamelessly around the eyes, and the haggardness is very real, which may save Xu Ying a lot of energy.

She didn't have many scenes today, the most important ones were in the afternoon and towards evening, but Qin Jue had already developed the habit of going to the set to watch at any time, so he stretched his waist and walked out of the room.

Learning from He Xu, Qin Jue deliberately restrained his momentum when entering and leaving the hotel, and his sense of presence was not strong.

When I passed by a small worker, I helped him carry his prop bag and heard a thank you.

"Eh? You are——"

By coincidence, the person being helped was the same person who brought You Guangcheng a warmer and a towel yesterday and subconsciously refuted Qin Jue.

"Teacher Qin!"

He exclaimed in a low voice, "Well, I was really embarrassed yesterday..."

"It's okay." Qin Jue stopped him in advance, "I know you do it for his own good."

The young worker's thoughts were revealed and he smiled shyly.

You Guangcheng went back and sent him a message last night. It seems that Teacher Qin is really kind and generous, and there is no such thing as falsehood.

While regretting my recklessness, I felt relieved at the same time.

Qin Jue helped him carry a few other bags into the trunk and got into the shuttle bus commonly used by the staff.

Soon, the destination arrived.

Today's shooting location is in another high school, a dedicated girls' school.

Qin Jue also brought his school uniform back last night and wore it under his coat this morning. Tang Ting glanced at the exposed collar of his shirt, smiled and said nothing.

For Qin Jue, there are some unwritten rules that do not need to exist.

If she asked He Xu if she wanted to take the costume back as a souvenir, I believe the old man would wave his hand and let her go.

"These clothes have almost become pickled after being with you all day long."

Tang Ting had just finished arranging the group performances, put down the speaker and teased.

Qin Jue was very calm: "Every night after I go back, I clean the dust and remove the smell."

Her costume is not convenient to wash, but now that home technology is very advanced, basic cleaning is no problem.

When Tang Ting saw that she didn't answer the question, he didn't care and was busy organizing the scene.

Qin Jue was an outsider in this area, so he wisely stayed out of the way and stayed in a corner so as not to get in the way.

This morning's scene is Wang Ming's, filming the story of migrant girl Qiu Xue in high school.

Different from Mawson's tragic experience, Qiu Xue's past is based in a girls' school, an environment for girls, and the characters' psychology and behavior are also different from ordinary high schools.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Wang Ming came over yawning.

She had an announcement a few days ago that spanned several provinces. She seemed to be a flying guest on some travel variety show, which made the little girl very tired.

"Fortunately, there is rough arrangement."

Wang Ming put on makeup and whispered softly.

Qin Jue was also in the dressing room and said with a smile: "This is the benefit of sharpening the knife in advance."

"That's right~" Wang Ming gradually got rid of her sleepiness and her voice became brighter, "Mr. Sen, your condition is much better than before."

Qin Jue pulled out a kind smile: "Because I just killed someone last night."

Wang Ming:Σ(っ°Д°;)っ→(°Д°≡°Д°)→??o·(????????????)?o·?

"Mr. Mori——"

She drawled out her voice, trembling.

Qin Bian, a poor little girl who didn't have much resistance, laughed out loud.

"I won't scare you anymore." She shook her head and smiled, picked up the script, "Here, read the lines."

"Okay!"

Wang Ming's eyes were bright when she woke up completely, and the fatigue just now was gone.

She looks very much like the cute little white flower in the entertainment industry, but after Qin Jue reads every line, she can accurately receive her own lines.

From the tone to the words, everything is perfect.

"You've been practicing well." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Qin Jue's mouth.

Wang Ming pursed her lips and smiled.

Somehow, every time Mr. Sen showed such a smile, she felt as if she was facing Director He Xu, and she felt even happier to be recognized.

"Go ahead."

With his sharp ears, Qin Jue heard the FM sound of the walkie-talkie.

The next second, the intercom on the waist of the staff in the dressing room rang, informing them to go downstairs for filming.

"Okay!"

Wang Ming stood up from the chair and spun around twice.

When the fluttering school uniform skirt fell down, she had turned into a female high school student with fingers intertwined and a shy and awkward cheek.

Qin Jue watched Wang Ming leave, feeling a lot like sending his daughter to school.

She accidentally opened her phone and touched her daughter, who had her head tilted blankly on the screen.

"Aran, you need to grow up well." Qin's father said seriously.

Moriran:???

Moriran: "Okay...okay?"

Xu Ying is also in the room, and it’s not her turn to do makeup with the group today.

"Mr. Sen, what are you talking about?"

The atmosphere was relaxed and leisurely, Xu Ying smiled and chatted after Wang Ming's title.

"Oh. It's nothing." Qin Jue calmly put away his phone and said, "Tell my daughter a few words."

"Is that so... ah?"