"That one is the bald guy lying down. Brother Shengli is calling you!"

The stunned Liu Qingshan knew that the person greeting him was a newcomer without getting up to look.

After all, I have been hanging out in Hengdian for three years, and I am quite familiar among the group performers.

And that person has very little discernment. Only experienced extras like him here will bring folding chairs and pillows so that they can find a corner to catch up on sleep whenever they have time.

"Okay! Thank you, brother. Brother Shengli can't be delayed!"

He immediately put on a smile and ran up to a man with flowery arms: "Brother Shengli, are you calling me?"

"How dare I bother you Brother Shanzi? It was Brother Qi who asked for it. That guy shouted so loudly that it was hard not to hear him!"

Brother Shengli is actually an extra, a martial artist, a typical rough guy from the Northeast, tall and strong, an enthusiastic person, and I have a good relationship with him.

Liu Qingshan nodded and bowed and ran to Brother Qi, the leader of the group: "Xiao Shanzi is here. If Brother Qi has any work to do, just give him orders!"

"In the crew, my brother is not qualified to give you orders. He is the temporary convener of the drama staff Li!"

It is actually the most difficult for handsome-looking men like Liu Qingshan to make a living, and they are far inferior to some of their nondescript peers who are mixed in the crowd. On the contrary, they have many opportunities.

It wasn't too difficult for him to sneak into the crew and earn thirty yuan a day, but he was given a temporary job, which was equivalent to earning two pieces of money a day, so of course he was willing.

"Brother Qi is still thinking about his younger brother, don't worry, it will be safe and sound!"

"Stop talking nonsense! This job requires you to lie down in a puddle for more than a minute. Your kid grew up by the water, so holding your breath will take longer than a human, right?"

"One minute is fine, do you still want to shoot the falling scene?"

"What are you thinking about? You haven't even gotten a job like this in Shengli, so you still want to get a job in the martial arts?"

"I'm just asking casually, Brother Qi, don't get angry. Dozens of buddies and sisters are counting on you to save their lives, so don't get angry!"

"Get out of here, don't give me the sassafras, brother. Hurry up and find stage manager Li. It's a close-up after all!"

Liu Qingshan thanked him quickly and ran to the scene not far away.

Stage manager Li is a young man with yellow hair.

Knowing the purpose of his arrival, he pulled him aside:

"Let me explain it to you clearly. You should stay in the water for at least one minute. No matter how unbearable it is, you have to hold it in!"

"It's not too difficult if it takes one minute."

"Okay, come with me and use the clothes you're wearing!"

Huang Mao led him to a place named Lin.

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The assistant director beside him muttered a few words.

The assistant director turned back and glanced at Liu Qingshan: "Looking at your posture, you are no longer a rookie. This shot is a bit difficult. If you can't do it, just tell me early. Don't force yourself!"

It is the early spring of 2004, and the domestic Internet is still in its infancy, and the term "rookie" is no longer uncommon.

But in several film and television cities, this kind of words are outside the network and have strong Hokkien characteristics. Even without looking at their appearance, you can tell that they are the tone of people from Baodao.

"Director Lin, look at it, it's only for one minute, I won't miss your shooting!"

Without any instructions, Liu Qingshan lay down on the mud and rolled around, covering his whole body with mud and water.

Someone on the other side shouted through the loudspeaker: "Are the actors ready?"

Assistant Director Lin hurriedly agreed, stretched out his feet to indicate the specific position for Liu Qingshan who had just stood up: "Just lie there, you are not allowed to move unless I yell, do you understand?"

Without saying anything, Liu Qingshan took a deep breath, leaned over the quagmire and buried his head.

After hearing the word "a" and the sound of the scorer hitting the board, he heard a burst of fighting and the sound of a human body falling into the water.

In February and March, spring has just begun and the late spring cold is still as cold as winter. On weekdays, my hands and feet always feel cold and I can't warm up no matter what.

As soon as his body was immersed in the ice water, Liu Qingshan felt the cold evil air enter his body. After a while, he became short of breath, weak, and turned pale. He deeply experienced the painful feeling of "reverse spring, frozen muscles".

But while he gritted his teeth and persisted, while he was reciting silently in his mind, the countdown numbers that had already exceeded sixty and seventy were passing by, but no one was still giving the order to stop.

As long as the director doesn't shout "Ka", he must continue to act, even if he is acting a trampled corpse. This idea is what Liu Qingshan insists on.

But what came to his ears was still the chaos of people tumbling on their backs, and as a huge thunderous tinnitus came, his mind, which was already numb from the cold, suddenly lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, he realized that he was lying on his back on a simple bed.

Next to a middle-aged man who looked like a doctor in a white coat, the big and nervous face of the leader of the group was revealed.

Liu Qingshan's expression at that time was a little stagnant, as if he had just woken up and was still unconscious.

In fact, during the process of his coma, his brain felt like severe pain after a lightning strike, followed by a burst of light and shadow.

After the various flashes, a gradually clear light screen of the meaning of the words appeared in his mind.

Then the "didi" prompt sound sounded like a mysterious sound, and the prompt in Traditional Chinese was displayed on it.

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Character: The super star maker has found a living body, is it locked through time?

As the "didi" sound suddenly sounded like a warning, Liu Qingshan, who was in a daze, subconsciously raised his right hand.

Unexpectedly, his mind actively connected to the confirmation button, and there was another burst of light and shadow, and a row of neatly arranged subtitles appeared in front of him:

In the year 2004 AD when the Earth was discovered, the Super Star Maker was locked from then on. Do you want to turn on the start button?

With the same subconscious nod, a vertical table appeared:

Host name: Liu Qingshan

Sex: Male

Age: 21 years old

Height: 178cm

Bind? (Another note: It is a one-time operation and cannot be changed after binding. After the host's life signs disappear, all information will be automatically deleted and another life form will be found.)

The confirmation key is connected again, and another interface character appears: "Congratulations to the host, the 'Super Star Maker' has been activated! Reward 1 lottery opportunity. Congratulations to the host, for having the first reputation, 1 mall point reward, and 1 upgrade reward

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The expression of Liu Qingshan, who had a look of dementia on his face, was no longer as simple as being dumbfounded.

He had recovered most of his consciousness, and as a passive recipient, he had only a vague idea of ​​what happened until now.

Before he could react, a stream of data emerged uncontrollably in his mind.

Total number of fans:none

Reputation: 1 (redeem mall points/100/1)

Title: Sidekick (0/100)

Physical Skills: None

Professional skills: none

Mall points: 1 (point)

System lottery: 1 (times)

What's going on? What on earth are the super star maker and these data? Are you dreaming?

There was a question in his mind, and before Liu Qingshan frowned, his understanding of the detailed rules emerged in his self-awareness.

There are different stages in the title column. The secondary level is the lowest level, followed by five levels: c, b, a, s, ss, and sss.

These five levels also correspond to entry, junior, intermediate, advanced actor, master, and grandmaster.

In other words, level C is the threshold for actors, and each level is divided into three levels. For example, only after reaching levels c1, c2, c3, and c3 will it be the basis for promotion to level B actors.

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