213: Chapter 213 A Movie Star-Level Dimensional Reduction Attack

The entire first-floor lobby of the Jinyuan Building fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Fan stood where he was, looking at Su Zhe, who was only a meter away and wearing only a thin white tank top. Although he was momentarily intimidated by the other man's aura, his heart remained disdainful.

Acting?

Falling into water at ten degrees below zero and then eating a scalding hot bun?

This kind of extreme objectless acting test, which defied physiological common sense, was something even veteran actors who had won awards couldn't pull off without ten days to half a month of deliberation and experiencing that life—let alone a half-baked director who started out in comedy variety shows.

"Fine."

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and took two steps back, yielding the center of the stage. A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. "I'd like to see if Director Su's verbal prowess can translate into actual skill.

If you mess up, this live stream will make you the laughingstock of the entire internet!"

In the Z-Station live stream room...

The bullet chat experienced an unprecedented explosion because Su Zhe was personally taking the field.

The number of online viewers surpassed sixty million!

[Holy crap! The director is personally stepping up to teach?]

[Can he do it? Su Zhe has a sharp tongue and strong theoretical knowledge, but theory and practice are two different things!]

[This question is too perverse. If he can't act out the conflict between extreme cold and extreme heat, all the insults he just hurled at Lin Fan will boomerang right back onto his own face!]

[Lin Fan's fans, don't be so arrogant. I believe in Director Su! Since he dares to step up, he definitely has what it takes!]

Under the watchful eyes of the multitude...

Su Zhe stood in the center of the stage.

He didn't ask for the area to be cleared, nor did he ask for any props.

He didn't even ask for time to prepare his emotions.

He simply turned his head calmly, looked at the main camera, and made a gesture to the assistant director behind it.

"Start rolling."

The assistant director swallowed hard and shouted with a trembling voice, "Action!"

With a *snap*...

The very millisecond the assistant director's voice fell.

Su Zhe's aura vanished.

That arrogant, sharp-tongued, and calculating 'Living Yama' director seemed to be instantly sucked out of his body.

Under everyone's horrified gazes...

Su Zhe's originally straight spine suddenly hunched over violently.

His shoulders uncontrollably shrunk inward, and his neck retracted tightly between his collarbones.

*Hiss...*

A faint gasp, squeezed through his teeth due to extreme cold, echoed through the microphone.

In the next second...

Su Zhe's body began to shake.

This wasn't the affected "shivering" Lin Fan had shown earlier.

It was a spasm that spread from the depths of his bone marrow.

Visibly to the naked eye, a dense layer of goosebumps erupted on his arms due to the violent contraction of his muscles.

His upper and lower teeth were chattering frantically, making a crisp "clack-clack-clack" sound as they collided.

His lips were pressed tightly together from the extreme cold; by controlling his breathing rhythm, he actually forced out a faint, purplish-blue hue.

"Cold... so cold..."

This wasn't just a visual shock; it was a terrifyingly infectious emotional force.

On the scene, Sister Liu and Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at Su Zhe curled up like a shrimp on the screen and unconsciously wrapped their arms around themselves.

It was clearly the middle of summer.

Yet they felt as if a biting Siberian wind had truly swept through the lobby!

[Holy crap... that shivering frequency is insane!]

[I'm watching a live stream and I actually got goosebumps! I feel like going to get my down jacket!]

[Too realistic! This muscle control is practically inhuman!]

However.

The performance had only just begun.

Don't forget, this wasn't just a beggar freezing after falling into water; he was also a dying man who hadn't eaten for three days and nights.

With his back hunched, Su Zhe moved his feet with difficulty across the stage.

His legs seemed filled with lead, dragging his heavy body with every step.

The most terrifying part was his eyes.

Those originally bright and sharp eyes had now become cloudy, unfocused, and hollow.

His pupils were dilated like those of a living corpse about to lose its vital signs.

Suddenly!

Su Zhe's footsteps stopped.

His gaze stared fixedly at a patch of empty ground half a meter in front of him.

There was clearly nothing there.

But in Su Zhe's eyes, it was as if a mountain of gold was there!

It was his "invisible bun."

Boom!

The moment he saw the food.

Su Zhe's dilated pupils suddenly contracted.

An indescribable greed, madness, and the most primitive desire to feed—like that of a wild beast—exploded from his eyes.

He didn't just bend over.

Instead, like a starving stray dog.

*Thud!*

His knees slammed heavily onto the hard concrete floor.

Without any hesitation or protection, that dull thud made the hearts of everyone present twitch.

He scrambled toward that non-existent "bun."

His trembling hands, as if holding a holy relic, carefully yet with extreme urgency scooped it up from the snow.

[Gulp!]

In the live stream room, thousands upon thousands of viewers subconsciously followed suit and swallowed.

[That gaze... is terrifying!]

[That kneel just now was a real kneel! From the sound of it, his knees must be bruised!]

[In comparison, Lin Fan's action of bending over to pick something up earlier was like a middle-aged woman picking out cabbage at the supermarket!]

The hardest test arrived.

The scalding hot bun!

Su Zhe brought the "bun" to his mouth with trembling hands.

His hands were shaking because his frozen fingers touching scalding food created such a violent temperature difference that he instinctively wanted to pull away.

But he didn't.

Because he was hungry, he held on tight.

He opened his mouth like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Awoo!"

He took a massive bite.

In the next second...

Su Zhe's features instantly twisted together.

Hot!

It was so damn hot!

He was so burned that he sucked in a breath of cold air, his cheeks bulging high, his tongue rolling frantically in his mouth as he tried to cool the scalding meat filling.

If it were a normal person, their first reaction would definitely be to spit it out.

But Su Zhe was playing a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days.

Food was more important than life.

His face flushed red, and tears poured out physiologically due to the extreme pain of the burn.

But he suddenly raised his hand.

He covered his mouth tightly.

For fear of leaking even a single drop of non-existent grease.

"Mmm... ngh..."

He let out painful whimpers from being burned.

While with extreme difficulty, as if swallowing razor blades, his Adam's apple rolled violently as he forced that scalding mouthful of meat filling down!

At the moment he swallowed.

Due to extreme pain and the ultimate satisfaction of finally obtaining food.

A single scalding tear.

Silently slid down from the corner of his right eye.

It hit the cold concrete floor.

...

Silence.

The entire world, at this moment, seemed to have lost all sound.

Everyone was shocked to the point of their souls leaving their bodies by this three-minute performance.

No lines.

No props.

Only micro-expressions, muscle control, and physiological reactions.

Yet, Su Zhe used this extremely pure acting to manifest a scalding meat bun out of thin air and create a minus-ten-degree blizzard out of thin air right before everyone's eyes.

Textbook level!

No!

This was a perverse level of performance that even the textbooks of the Beijing Film Academy or Central Academy of Drama wouldn't dare to write.

Cut...

It took a full half-minute before the assistant director snapped out of it and shouted the word with a trembling voice filled with deep awe.

As the word "Cut" fell.

The beggar on stage, who was about to starve and freeze to death...

Vanished.

Su Zhe slowly stood up straight.

He casually wiped the tear stains from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand.

He patted the dust off his knees.

He turned around, picked up those black sunglasses from the table again, and put them on.

In one second.

That arrogant, overbearing director-tyrant returned.

*Clap, clap, clap.*

No one knew who started it.

In the lobby, Tie Niu, Sister Liu, Zhao Xiaoxiao, and even the camera operators...

All spontaneously and desperately began to applaud.

The applause was like thunder!

And in the live stream room...

Tens of millions of viewers went crazy.

[God! This is a true god!]

[Is this the dimensional strike? Is this the terrifying strength of turning theory into reality!]

[I actually salivated looking at thin air. I feel like I really smelled the aroma of the meat bun and felt that despair of being burned!]

[That action of covering his mouth tightly to keep the bun from falling out made me cry! The details were incredible!]

[Where's Lin Fan? Where's that top star Lin Fan who was just shouting that no one could act it out? Come out and take a few steps!]

At this moment, Lin Fan...

Was like a pile of mud with its bones sucked out, slumped less than two meters away from Su Zhe.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

His forehead was covered in bean-sized beads of cold sweat.

His pupils were vibrating violently, and the way he looked at Su Zhe was as if he were looking at a monster.

The visual impact of those three minutes just now...

Made him feel more despair than when Su Zhe had spent half an hour pointing at his nose and cursing him.

Because when he was being cursed, he could argue that the director was being difficult.

But in the face of absolute, overwhelming strength...

The "idol mantle" he was so proud of, and the "explosive acting" touted by his millions of fans...

Were all torn to shreds piece by piece by Su Zhe's skill, thrown on the ground, and ruthlessly trampled.

His mental state collapsed.

This was a true collapse of his convictions.

"Top Star Lin."

Su Zhe looked down at him.

A mocking sneer played at the corner of his mouth. "You said earlier...

That if I could act it out, you would kneel down and call me 'Grandpa'.

Now..."

Su Zhe pointed at the floor beneath his feet, his voice like a death sentence. "Are you going to call me 'Grandpa' yourself, or should I have Tie Niu help you?"

"No... don't..."

Lin Fan's psychological defense had completely crumbled.

Where was any of his dignity as a top star?

Looking at the tens of millions of viewers across the internet and feeling the contemptuous gazes coming from all directions...

He felt a sweetness in his throat and actually burst into tears from sheer terror with a *waa*.

"You're a devil! You're a lunatic!"

Lin Fan covered his face.

Amidst a deafening roar of laughter...

He scrambled away, pushing past his bodyguards and the crowd.

Like a stray dog, he fled the Jinyuan Building without looking back.

Tianyu Media's "challenge plan" not only became a stepping stone for Su Zhe's ascent to godhood but also caused their own top star's commercial value to drop to zero overnight.

Su Zhe watched his fleeing figure.

He gave a disdainful snort.

He sat back down in the director's chair.

"The farce is over, and the trash has been cleared."

Su Zhe picked up the megaphone and looked at the remaining contestants, who were already shivering with fear. His voice was low: "The auditions continue. Next!"