5: Chapter 5 features a crying scene.

Lin Chuyan was currently wearing a wrinkled black leather jacket, listening intently to Director Zhang Qian explain the scene.

This was his first scene after transmigrating, so he had to treat it with the utmost seriousness.

However, reality was cruel.

"You only have two scenes with basically no Lines, but you'll have close-ups in both, and there will be a camera following you the whole time. As for how to act, it's simple: don't be expressionless, don't grimace, and just watch your facial expressions."

"..."

After Director Zhang Qian finished speaking, he saw that Lin Chuyan seemed lost in thought, so he nodded and walked away.

He didn't have high expectations for this kind of idol; he just wanted him not to break character. To put it bluntly, the character Fang Mo was purely a plot device; otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to let Lin Chuyan play him. Who didn't know he was a total novice?

The set was already prepared, the extras were in position, and while waiting for the main actors, they couldn't help but chat a bit.

"Hey, I heard Lin Chuyan is here today."

"Who is Lin Chuyan?"

"An has-been idol. He was popular before, but I don't think I've seen him working in a long time."

"How's his Acting?"

"Haha, I guess we're in for a show. I have a feeling Director Zhang is going to lose his temper."

Lin Chuyan naturally couldn't hear what others were saying; with his first-ever shoot imminent, he had no time to think about anything else.

When he and Qiao Wei appeared, Director Zhang Qian started calling out: "Quiet on set, get ready to film!"

According to the script, this scene involved the male lead, played by Qiao Wei, coming to pay his respects and accidentally finding a breakthrough with Fang Mo, played by Lin Chuyan.

What Lin Chuyan needed to do was display something unusual at the funeral while everyone else was mourning.

Ding! The system's voice rang out at the perfect moment—

[Novice Guidance Quest 2 triggered]

[Quest Requirement: Participate in the filming of a production and receive high recognition from the director]

[Quest Reward: Treasure Chest (Novice Exclusive)]

Lin Chuyan thought for a moment and added 5 points directly to his basic Acting attribute, bringing it to 14 points on his panel.

The next second, an indescribable feeling surged up.

As a novice, he didn't have a concrete concept of Acting before adding the points; in Director Zhang Qian's words, it was just "try not to be expressionless."

But the feeling that surged up at this moment gave him a sense of "conviction" regarding Acting.

Simply put, it was "getting into character."

He began to believe—to believe in the character of Fang Mo, to believe that he once had a beautiful romance with Xiao Qian, only to be deeply hurt.

The show was about to begin.

There was a camera on set constantly pointed at Lin Chuyan's position.

And he was already immersed in the scene—

She was dead. She had just died like that.

Those vicious, insulting words that had once disregarded his dignity echoed in his mind one by one.

"Fang Mo, you're just a loser, you know that yourself."

"Yes, I have other men on the side, and more than one. So what?"

"They can give me things you can't. Don't you get it yet?"

These words were like nails, hammering into his heart one by one, impossible to pull out, causing heart-wrenching pain.

The next second, Lin Chuyan smiled.

Yet his eyes were fixed intently on her portrait.

Serves you right! Karma!

Behind the monitor, Director Zhang Qian and Wu Yue breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Good, he didn't break character, he wasn't expressionless, and he even did quite well—it was an over-fulfillment of the task.

However, things weren't that simple.

"Fang Mo, don't be sad alone. You still have me. Let me treat you to a drink!"

"Do you know what I like about you most? You don't talk much. Haha, you're different from other men."

"Fang Mo, let's be together. Hold me."

"Don't stop."

Sweet memories wouldn't disappear; they would only be buried in his heart, hammered deeper and deeper by those painful nails.

Crying Scene initiated.

Lin Chuyan's eyes reddened, and tears welled up and swirled without warning.

Director Zhang Qian's eyes lit up, and his body, which had been leaning against the back of his chair, straightened up instantly: "Zoom in!"

At this moment, Lin Chuyan gazed at the portrait in the funeral hall, completely immersed in his own memories.

"Push in a bit more, give him a close-up, a close-up of Lin Chuyan!"

Director Zhang Qian gripped the back of his chair with both hands.

"Holy crap, this kid—why did he bring eye drops out with him?"

Wu Yue let out a strange cry from the side.

At this moment.

At the funeral, the male lead played by Qiao Wei looked somewhat agitated. The higher-ups hadn't given him much time to solve the case, but the leads had gone cold. He had come this time hoping to get lucky, but everyone knew the chances were slim.

His gaze turned to Lin Chuyan.

He raised an eyebrow.

Qiao Wei moved as well, starting to walk toward Lin Chuyan step by step.

Only after getting closer did he realize something was wrong. Damn, why is he crying?

"Cut!"

Director Zhang Qian was anxious; he stood up and shouted: "What's going on with you?!"

Wu Yue hurriedly stood up too: "I'm really sorry, Director Zhang, he hasn't done any Acting in a long time. Please forgive us, please forgive us."

"I wasn't talking about Lin Chuyan."

"Huh?"

Director Zhang Qian shouted again: "Qiao Wei, why are you just standing there?"

Qiao Wei felt a bit aggrieved: "Director, he's crying."

"So what if he's crying? Who says he can't cry? You're supposed to react to the scene! Come here, Lin Chuyan."

As Lin Chuyan walked over, Wu Yue stepped forward and patted his pockets.

He didn't find any eye drops.

Director Zhang Qian's curiosity was piqued: "Come here, tell me, why did you cry?"

Lin Chuyan said something shocking: "I think Fang Mo has always loved Xiao Qian."

"Love?" Director Zhang Qian continued to ask, "Then why were you smiling at the beginning?"

"Love turned into hate."

"Why did love turn into hate?"

"The script said that Xiao Qian had a chaotic lifestyle. I suspect it's very likely she wasn't faithful in relationships, and Fang Mo found out about this later, which caused him great shock and pain."

"Since you hate her, why help the male lead catch the killer?"

"Director Zhang." Lin Chuyan hesitated.

"Hmm?"

"That's love."

Director Zhang Qian's sun-reddened face immediately darkened.

This kid, we were having a good conversation; why did he suddenly resort to personal attacks?

"Nonsense, who told you all this?"

Lin Chuyan was a novice after all, and he felt a bit nervous being asked this: "I just made it up. But I feel that if it weren't for such intense emotions, it would be hard for me to understand his actions and behavior at someone else's funeral."

Director Zhang Qian stared at him intently, then his old face suddenly broke into a smile: "Fine, we'll do it your way. But pull back on the smile at the beginning; don't overdo it."

Lin Chuyan thought for a moment: "Understood. After someone dies, the living will always remember her good qualities more, so love outweighs hate, and sorrow outweighs joy."

Director Zhang Qian nodded, said nothing, got up, and walked away.

It wasn't that he didn't want to say anything, but that he didn't know what to say.

Is this Lin Chuyan? Is this that Lin Chuyan everyone hates? Didn't everyone say he was extremely slow?

Who exactly misjudged him? How could someone like this have no work? The manager must be the problem, right? And what was his company called again? Jinghua Entertainment?

Go eat shit!

Wu Yue, who had just sat back down, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like he had thorns on his back, and like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat under Director Zhang Qian's gaze. He asked cautiously: "Director Zhang, is something wrong?"

"Hmph!"

"???"