I am a Flower Vase in an Infinite World / I Am a Useless flower in an infinite

Chapter 25

After reading the script, Tang Ning fell into contemplation.

He felt he might mess up.

He couldn't even handle the scenes of the male lead being bullied in the early part of the movie.

"Our Ning Ning has no pressure playing a high school boy with this appearance. Once he puts on the school uniform, he'll look incredibly handsome!" Sister Liang stared at Tang Ning's face, satisfied. She couldn't help but speak to him tenderly like comforting a child, "Oh, Ning Ning, why do your eyes look a bit swollen? Make sure to rest at home; staying up late is bad for your skin."

"Liang Jie," Tang Ning hesitated for a moment, then said earnestly, "I can't portray this character well."

Liang Jie couldn't help but pat Tang Ning's head, "It's okay if you can't, let's just go for the audition. You don't need to feel too pressured; our Ning Ning is the best."

Similar words had been spoken by Liang Jie countless times. Even though he was as stubborn as a rock, Liang Jie treated him like unpolished jade every time. Tang Ning's nose felt a bit tingly, "I'm sorry, Liang Jie. I'm just not good at it. I always mess it up."

"Our Ning Ning is not at all bad!" Liang Jie said firmly, "Just a bit not too clever."

Tang Ning felt that something was off. Before he could react, Liang Jie patted his head again, "Cheer up! Let's go to Director Chang now!"

"Now?" Tang Ning estimated that it was almost time for the second instance to start. Even if he miraculously encountered a blind director and was chosen during the audition, he didn't know if he would survive and come back from the next instance.

However, with a bit of hope that "maybe I can really be selected," Tang Ning still went with Liang Jie to the audition.

Chang, the director, had directed several well-received movies and was popular in the industry. The number of actors standing outside the audition room already showed Chang's appeal.

Tang Ning saw a dejected actor walking out of the audition room, someone he recognized from somewhere. Their acting skills were much better than his.

This made Tang Ning couldn't help but question himself, Can I really do this?

If the audition scene selected by the director is being frightened by a ghost, then maybe he can pass?

What if it's a different scene?

Can I do it?

His heart pounded violently with each repeated question. Tang Ning stood in the crowd, feeling weak, chest tight, unable to catch his breath. He hated his easily nervous nature; he always got too anxious in crucial situations.

"Next, number 21, Tang Ning!" The calling voice came, and Tang Ning took deep breaths, hypnotizing himself that he could do it. He tidied his hair and clothes, then gritted his teeth and entered the room.

There were four people in the room, with White Director from "Urban Legends" being one of them. In the center sat Chang, the middle-aged man with a somewhat stern and scrutinizing gaze focused on Tang Ning.

Tang Ning was tense all over. He bowed to the directors, "Hello, directors. I'm Tang Ning."

Chang casually held the script, "Show us how An Jue Xiao reacts the first time he's bullied."

Tang Ning's waist tensed to the point of weakness. He desperately recalled the scene in the script where An Jue Xiao was bullied for the first time. An Jue Xiao was dragged to a corner of the restroom, hearing a series of vulgarities. The general reaction was probably shock, silence, anger, and helplessness.

Tang Ning quickly analyzed it. He tried to imagine this as the restroom.

The bright and spacious hotel room had nothing to do with the cramped restroom.

Imagine the bully right in front of you.

Tang Ning couldn't outline a clear face. He first showed a shocked expression at the empty air, his beautiful eyes widening, but the other facial features didn't follow suit.

He should be angry and scared.

Tang Ning's lips kept trembling, his teeth clenched, the upper half of his face still frozen in a shocked expression.

He performed the scene as best as he could, and then nervously looked at the directors.

He saw Chang frowning, shaking his head to White Director, who sighed helplessly.

He saw the other two people in the room whispering to each other, saying, "Not good."

He saw countless comments online:

"Wooden acting, even a wooden sculpture can't be carved."

"Wooden beauty should stop acting; it makes my toes curl."

"No one can keep up with his acting in a scene together."

...

Tang Ning stood in the center of the room, looking at everything so familiar yet so far away. The dizziness from the medication-forced sleep invaded his brain in waves. Sweating, his hand fell weakly on his thighs, as if something was slowly being drawn out from his spine, following everyone's disappointed expressions.

Even though he had experienced this many times before, why did it feel so unbearable now?

Perhaps because he was recently surrounded by so much praise.

So much recognition.

Such a good opportunity.

Maybe it was the last chance in his life to audition...

Tang Ning slowly bent down, bowed to everyone, and a mountain-like fatigue pressed down on him. Spreading into his limbs and bones, a simple bow made him see black in front of his eyes.

So tired.

I really want to sleep well.

At this moment, a cold male voice sounded in his mind: "Ding—Countdown to the preparation of the instance—"

At the same time, Chang also looked at him and said coldly, "Your performance doesn't quite meet our requirements for the character."

Two judgmental voices sounded simultaneously. Tang Ning's thoughts seemed to be torn into two parts, one for survival and one for dreams. He stood in the center of the dividing line, unable to touch either.

"Three."

Whether in reality or in the game.

"Two."

He was a complete idiot.

"One."

So stupid, Tang Ning.

"Please, players, draw your cards!"