Just Blame Me For Being Blind In the Beginning

Ch 47

Mo Zhen nodded in agreement. “Being able to come out of his recording studio alive makes you a warrior.”

Pei Ying grew curious at his words. “Has he scolded you before too?”

“Of course. He didn’t give me any face at all. But when I heard that he even scolds his wife about her singing, I felt much better.”

Pei Ying chuckled lightly again. Mo Zhen looked at her and said, “You sound a lot more natural talking to me now, don’t you think?”

“Oh…” Actually, she was still a bit nervous. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing so straight and stiff.

“An actor’s aura is built up over time. You don’t have enough experience yet, so it’s only natural that you’d be affected by me. But you’ll have to take care of that yourself.”

“I understand.”

“You know, you have your own aura as well. You’re just not putting enough confidence in yourself right now. That’s why it feels like I’m completely taking over the shot.”

“Mmh… I’ll work hard to adjust myself.”

Mo Zhen was precisely right. She wasn’t confident enough. Although she’d earned the director and Xing Xin’s approval to land this role, when she faced Mo Zhen, she really felt too weak. An actor’s confidence was probably built from positive audience reception and winning awards. She didn’t have a prolific work history, and she’d never won any awards. Even the audience only knew one or two of her roles…

As she thought about it, her confidence seemed to tank even more…

“According to psychological studies, mental suggestion can bring out a very positive effect for people. Why don’t you try telling yourself ‘I’m the best, I’m the greatest.'”

“…Okay, I’ll try.” No matter how outlandish, she still have to give Emperor Mo’s suggestion a try. That was how hopeless she was.

“Alright, let’s continue! Continue!” the director yelled. And then everyone got back to work. This time, Pei Ying was better able to express her character, but the director was still not satisfied. “Looks like your talk with Emperor Mo was a bit useful, but this take still doesn’t cut it.”

Pei Ying, “….”

And so, the day’s filming continued in this bumpy manner. After going through constant fumbles and receiving constant scoldings, Pei Ying finally got better and gradually found her own rhythm.

Filming continued into the night before concluding for the day. The director started to pack up as he told Pei Ying, “You made a lot of progress today. I hope to see an even better performance tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“When Mo Zhen first started acting, the media called him a flower vase too. (t/n: A person is called a flower vase when they look pretty/handsome, but aren’t very good at their trade) Don’t put him up on an alter. Relax and act naturally. This film is called The Performer, and it’s in reference to Zhao Yue. You are the true main character, and this is your home field.”

“I understand.” Pei Ying repeated to herself in her head, I’m the best. I’m the greatest. I’m the master on my playing field.

By the time she returned home, it was already past 1 in the morning. Pei Ying walked inside, making sure to keep her steps and movements light so that she wouldn’t wake Song Nanchuan. But when she opened the door to the bedroom, she found that he wasn’t sleeping.