From collapsed house idol to entertainment superstar

When Ding Zhi opened his eyes again, he saw only a vast expanse of white around him.

Not far away, there is a black wooden door standing there. There are no walls around it, which is unusually abrupt.

After walking around the door twice, Ding Zhi decisively held the door handle.

The door is just for opening, why bother thinking about it?

The moment he turned the handle, an indescribable realization came to his mind.

This is my dream.

The door opened, revealing a room similar to a private cinema, with a smooth metal round table, a chair similar to that in a 4D cinema next to it, and a large screen directly in front of it.

Ding Zhi walked straight over, sat on the movie chair, and tiptoed his buttocks. He felt the touch that was no different from reality, and his heart was filled with surprise.

He had never had such a real dream.

A familiar box appeared in front of Ding Zhi's eyes, with a magnifying glass icon in the lower right corner of the box.

It was the inexplicable search box in his mind.

Only then did Ding Zhi suddenly realize that it turned out to be the fault of this thing.

The search box disappeared and the screen lit up.

"Can you play a gangster?"

…

"You can be more restrained. What I want is the feeling of a reckless and impulsive hooligan."

…

Ding Zhi soon understood that this was the scene during his audition in the afternoon.

It seems that a non-existent camera recorded that scene, and then released it to whip the corpse...

Yes, whip the corpse.

When I was acting, I thought it was just playing myself, so it wasn't easy.

The result is now put on the big screen, and every detail can be seen clearly...

"Oh my god, why are you pretending like this..."

Ding Zhi's toes clasped against the ground, feeling uncomfortable all over.

The scene ended quickly on the screen, and the scene finally ended with Ding Zhi raising his head, squinting forward with his eyes raised, staring straight at the camera through the bangs scattered in front of his eyes.

A few lines of words popped up on the screen.

Vocal - 31.4 points (100)

Lines - 21.7 points (100)

Physical form - 72.6 points (100)

Performance - 9.2 points (100)

Comprehensive evaluation: The current upper limit of ability and the level of participating in campus online dramas.

(This rating excludes bonuses for true characters.)

Ah this...

Except for the physical form, I didn’t pass anything...

Even the performance category couldn't break through double digits...

What?

I have to prepare the dishes carefully, right?

It's one thing that Ding Zhi has no obsession with acting now, but it's another thing to be pointed at his nose by someone who doesn't know where he came from.

It's just like when you pass by a phoenix on the first floor, it's one thing not to go in, but there is a phoenix leaning at the door, staring at you, commenting on you, and even saying that you are Wu Tong Acupuncture, you will be angry

Not irritating?

I have a small needle...

Pooh!

My acting skills are so bad that I’m eating your rice?

Do you know that I am suing you for slander?

I'm suing you for slander!

The person on the screen just now didn’t have a single line, so you gave me such a low score for my vocals and lines?

Ding Zhi looked at the score in front of him angrily and amusedly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

But if you think about it carefully, both Ding Zhi and his predecessor happened to be from southern Guangdong.

Although it's not to the level of "Why do you think I'm from southern Cantonese?", it still has a bit of an accent.

You may not be able to hear it clearly when singing or in daily life, but when it comes to paying attention to details such as line skills, the defect is infinitely magnified.

But what is this!

Are you planning to create a bad entertainment actor development system?

Is it really okay to just insert the setting so rigidly?

Time travel and rebirth are forced into a systematic novel. Isn't this the tactic of the eighteenth-level online novel writers?

At this moment, Ding Zhi almost transformed into Yi Lijing and asked the three questions of his soul.

Because I felt that there were so many flaws, I didn’t know where to start.

However, he took it easy as he came, and he quickly began to observe the surrounding environment carefully, and found that the door he entered through had disappeared.

Okay, let's go into the dark room.

Before Ding Zhi could think about it further, the screen in front of him changed again.

The words "Sound Table" in the rating column began to glow slightly, as if the game novice tutorial prompted click options.

Ding Zhi randomly clicked on a word, and a list of light screens popped up, and he took a closer look.

[Language skills for film and television performances]

Crossed.

[Basic Skills of Artistic Language for Actors]

Crossed.

[Drama Language Training Tutorial]

...

There were hundreds of light curtains and so on. It looked like a very professional training course, and Ding Zhi was dazzled by it.

He simply quit the line option, looked at the dazzling 9.2 points next to the performance option, smacked his lips, and clicked.

It was another dazzling performance training. Ding Zhi frowned, randomly selected an option and clicked in.

[Beggars’ movements and behavior patterns]

[Military manners and code of conduct]

[Imitation and in-depth analysis of police thinking patterns]

[Psychological modeling and imitation of criminals]

[Details of demeanor and movements of people with intellectual disabilities]

...

Huh?

Ding Zhi wanted to continue rowing away, but suddenly he noticed an option, which immediately made him interested in this course.

"Tiaozi's thinking model and analysis? Interesting, somewhat interesting."

If he had to describe his feeling at this moment, it would be like Jerry seeing a book "101 Ways to Catch Tom". That kind of strange excitement and curiosity cannot be described by outsiders.

Ding Zhi licked his lips, reached out and selected the course.

The next second, a burst of white light bloomed in front of his eyes, causing him to involuntarily reach out to block the dazzling light.

When he put down his hand, he found himself standing in front of a mirror on the toilet sink.

At this time, he was wearing a police uniform, and the badge on the brim of his hat shone brightly under the sunlight.

"puff!"

For some reason, Ding Zhi stared at himself in police uniform for a long time before he laughed out loud.

Then he put away his smile, looked serious, slowly raised his right hand, raised his index and middle fingers as if holding a gun, pointed it at himself in the mirror, and said slowly.

"Give me a chance!"

Then he jumped to the left and said with the same serious face.

"How can I give you a chance?"

Just after saying this line, he jumped to the right again.

"I didn't have a choice before, now I want to be a good person."

"Okay, go talk to the judge and see if he lets you be a good person."

Having said this, Ding Zhi jumped to the left again, suddenly feeling bitter and helpless on his face.

"Then let me die."

Jumped to the right and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I'm a police officer!"

Just as Ding Zhi was jumping around and having a great time playing the role, he suddenly heard the sound of toilet flushing coming from behind him.

Ding Zhi froze instantly, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

Then there was the sound of the door latch being pulled again, and a figure walked over from behind with a "Warning" under his arm, stood at the sink next to Ding Zhi and began to wash his hands.

Ding Zhi's expression and movements were frozen in place, and he secretly looked at the person coming through the reflection of the mirror.

He was a middle-aged man with a majestic face. He was also wearing a police uniform, but the difference was that he had a bar and two stars on his shoulders.

After washing my hands, I took out the toilet paper and wiped my hands under the mirror, then threw the paper ball into the trash can.

Only then did he look at Ding Zhi, who seemed to be frozen stiff, with a smile on his face, "Young man, you are quite energetic."

After that, he slowly walked out of the toilet door.

Just as Ding Zhi watched his leader leave from the reflection in the mirror, he swallowed and finally recovered from his embarrassment.

Behind me, the sound of the toilet flushing came one after another...

There are three toilet stalls, all occupied...

Ding Zhi froze again, and his eyes seemed to have lost all the light.

Destroy it, hurry up, you are tired...