This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Bi Zheng's face was full of struggle. The carving knife hovered over the sculpture, but he just couldn't bring himself to move.

"Bi Zheng!" The teacher was truly angry: "Are you determined to waste your talent? If you fail again, the school will have no choice but to expel you!"

The other students also cast their gazes over, whispering to each other, all lamenting that the once dazzling genius was now unable to produce a qualified work.

Hesitating for a long time, Bi Zheng sighed and looked at Lin Jue: "Can you restore your previous expression?"

Is this guy about to overcome his inner demons?

Lin Jue obediently returned to his original position. His expression returned to despair, and negative emotions once again permeated the air.

Bi Zheng's hand finally moved. Many students leaned over, wanting to see if this genius could return to his former state.

The teacher also crossed his arms and looked forward to it, but gradually, his brows furrowed: "Bi Zheng, I said, this work is in a realistic style. What are you carving?"

Could it be that this guy is carving another abstract piece like those twisted melons and cracked dates in Wu Fang's room?

Lin Jue leaned over. The sculpture's facial features were indeed appearing, but the nose was crooked and the eyes were slanted.

Although the other students' carvings weren't great, at least they could make out a human form. But the one Bi Zheng carved was completely a pseudo-human creature, causing many people to experience the uncanny valley effect.

This is too abstract…

"Um, so that's how I look in your eyes…" Lin Jue chuckled twice. As the facial features appeared, he clearly saw black gas emerging from the sculpture. This thing was already beginning to generate a strange consciousness.

This ability is indeed amazing.

"I… can't carve… a realistic style." The knife in Bi Zheng's hand hovered around the sculpture. He seemed to want to destroy the work.

"You're talking nonsense!" The teacher's face turned red with anger: "When you first entered the school, weren't you carving in a realistic style? Now you're telling me you can't?"

After saying that, he seemed to realize that his words were a bit harsh. He sighed, patted Bi Zheng's shoulder, and his voice softened a little: "Your talent isn't just in abstract style. I thought the realistic sculptures you carved were perfect. What are you afraid of?"

Bi Zheng's movements paused, and he lowered his eyelids: "I… I'm sorry… teacher."

"Sigh." The teacher sighed heavily again: "I'll give you three days to carve another one. Remember, it has to be in a realistic style."

Lin Jue took in everything the two said, and felt a little puzzled.

The student who asked him to help answer the roll call before said that Bi Zheng had a talent for abstract style. He thought the other party could only carve sculptures similar to those in Wu Fang's room, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

Bi Zheng also has a talent for realistic sculptures, but he inexplicably changed his style, to the point that even when the teacher was forcing him so hard just now, he couldn't carve one.

He looked at the sculpture head emitting black gas. It seemed that besides making the sculpture come alive, there was another reason, and it was this reason that made Bi Zheng so reluctant to carve out the facial features.

"Although these abstract sculptures have generated consciousness, their strength is not strong. Back then, the pile of sculptures in Wu Fang's house were just a group of weird mascots, only able to play a frightening role…"

"Is it because realistic sculptures are more terrifying, and may even do harmful things, that Bi Zheng changed his style?"

Lin Jue looked at the silent Bi Zheng, and comforted him very considerately: "Um, it's okay, don't worry, anyway… I'll be here these days."

Bi Zheng looked up at him, without saying a word, unable to discern any emotion.

… …

When it was lunchtime, Lin Jue mingled into the student cafeteria. After spending money to buy a boxed lunch, he found a seat near the students of Class 2.

A student noticed this model and took the initiative to sit over, greeting him: "Brother, are you an actor? Your performance in class just now was too perfect. It felt like I saw countless people struggling in the sea of despair."

Lin Jue looked flattered and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, um… I'm just an unemployed bum. Maybe it's related to my experience…"

What kind of experience would make someone have that kind of emotion?

The student looked at Lin Jue's decadent face and sighed in his heart. This was also a miserable person.

"That student… what's wrong with him… I heard the teacher say he's quite talented, why… did he become like this?"

He secretly pointed to Bi Zheng, who was sitting alone in the corner, eating silently.

The student looked back: "You're talking about the class monitor…"

What he said next was similar to what Lin Jue knew, but with one more piece of information, which was that Bi Zheng's specialty when he entered the school was actually realistic sculpture. Whether it was the expression or the facial features, they were very similar to the model, almost perfect.

But later, he suddenly changed his style.

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"It seems like it started changing from an exhibition, right." The student's pupils moved upwards, falling into memories: "At the beginning, the school even specially allocated an abandoned classroom to the class monitor to store his works."

"During that time, the class monitor's works often appeared in large and small art exhibitions in Sanjiang, but after one exhibition, the class monitor's temperament suddenly changed."

Lin Jue picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and put it in his mouth, asking vaguely: "Is it because… someone said his work wasn't good? So he was stimulated."

"I'm not sure." The student slurped the soup in his bowl: "Anyway, after that exhibition, the class monitor ran to the warehouse and smashed all the works. We couldn't persuade him no matter how hard we tried. It was after that day that he never made realistic sculptures again."

Hearing this, Bi Zheng's change happened after an exhibition, which means that Bi Zheng must have discovered something or encountered some stimulation at that exhibition that caused this.

Maybe it was something more terrifying than the revival of the sculpture that made him feel that way.

After eating, Lin Jue found the warehouse that the classmate mentioned.

The warehouse was located in the corner of the top floor of a teaching building. Because the number of students had decreased, there were many empty classrooms in the school. This whole floor was abandoned and rarely visited, even the cleaning aunt rarely came up.

The corridor was full of dust. Lin Jue came to the classroom in the corner. The door was not locked and could be easily pushed open.

Lifting the spider web at the door, Lin Jue walked into the room. There were still sculpture fragments on the floor that had not been cleaned up. It could be seen that Bi Zheng had really taken a ruthless hand and smashed all the works to pieces.

Near the wall was a display cabinet. There were some honor trophies on the cabinet, with first prizes and championships of certain sculpture competitions written on them. These were all Bi Zheng's previous honors.

And next to a trophy, there was a small wooden bird carving. The bird was in a pose of spreading its wings and flying high, as if it was about to soar into the sky.

In addition, there were some photos. Bi Zheng in the photos was smiling very happily. Although he was ill, his face was filled with confident radiance, completely different from his current gloomy appearance.

Because of that strange ability, he sealed all his glory in this abandoned classroom. Now all that's left for him is the pain of losing his passion.