Under the gaze of the public, Wen Zhuoyu's face was terrified and his eyes were red, and he twitched like a drowning person. His thin chest rose and fell violently due to the big mouthful of gasping, and fresh air rushed into his lungs from his nose and mouth. The spotlights at the top of the studio clearly reflected the cold sweat that kept falling on his face.

Wen Zhuoyu's performance is really scary. The actor and staff crouching beside him were frightened and asked quickly, "Are you alright?"

Wen Zhuoyu turned his head, bloodshot eyes mixed with dying hatred and killing intent, stabbing the actor like a sharp knife. The actor leaned back subconsciously and fell to the ground.

Not the perpetrator!

This thought flashed across Wen Zhuoyu's blank mind. He looked away from the actor's face, staring blankly at everything around him, feeling both unfamiliar and familiar.

What the hell is going on? Hasn't he been killed? Where is this place? What are they doing?

Realizing the fact that he was dead, Wen Zhuoyu subconsciously covered his chest. The pain of the sharp knife piercing the heart still seemed to linger in the body. Wen Zhuoyu looked at the blood on his hands and gasped in horror - the sweet and greasy smell from his nose made Wen Zhuoyu's chaotic and numb brain suddenly aware that something was wrong - this is not blood, but artificially created plasma.

Everyone looked at Wen Zhuoyu's performance after "awakening". I thought this was another vase that was forced into by investors, but I didn't expect him to have some acting skills. That's the surprise...

The teacher of the props group comforted with a hint of fear and a bit of irony: "Don't be afraid, it's a prop knife, it won't hurt you. It's the first time filming, I'm too nervous."

The first time filming? Wen Zhuoyu captured the amount of information in these words and looked at the surrounding environment again. The memories that had settled in the depths of my mind gradually woke up, and gradually overlapped with the noisy scene in front of me. Wen Zhuoyu finally remembered why he felt the scene in front of him was unfamiliar and familiar—

This turned out to be ten years ago, when Wen Zhuoyu participated in the recording of the variety show "The Rich Man's Game", the first time he was an actor at the filming site of a movie.

So he was reborn ten years ago after being killed?

The cameras used by the crew for filming have not been withdrawn. The six cameras plus the two cameras used to record the extras, as well as the filming images of the program crew of "The Rich Man's Game" have faithfully recorded Wen Zhuoyu's performance.

The show crew who were in charge of filming Wen Zhuoyu were also amazed, and whispered to the cameraman: "I didn't see it, this kid is not only handsome, but also has good acting skills."

Just a little timid. Being stabbed by a prop knife can be frightening like that. People who don't know think that the actor in the opposite play really inserted props into his heart! didn't see so many people in the crew were frightened, and the prop teacher ran over to check the props repeatedly...

The director sitting in front of the monitor was obviously deceived by Wen Zhuoyu's performance. He watched Wen Zhuoyu's overly realistic performance twice on the monitor, and he gave a "tsk" with some admiration, but didn't say anything, just signaled the crew to hurry up and arrange the next scene.

Following the director's order, the staff immediately pushed the camera rail car to the corner of the studio, and waited for the props group on the side to enter the shooting venue. While removing the props, they raced against time to adjust the studio scene of the next scene. The scene manager and the assistant director kept shouting, lighting, camera, props... various groups of people came in and out, and the scene was operating in an orderly manner.

The make-up artist walked into the shooting scene with a makeup box, while adding makeup for the two actors, while whispering praised Wen Zhuoyu's realistic acting skills - even she was frightened by the scene just now.

Wen Zhuoyu didn't listen carefully to what the makeup artist was saying, he was still gasping in surprise, trying to accept the weird incident that happened to him.

He was really reborn. Ten years ago, when I was reborn, I was just admitted to University A, and was forced to participate in "The Rich Man's Game".

"The Rich Game" is a large-scale reality show jointly organized by a newly established live broadcast platform and A City TV station ten years ago. The initiators are a group of rich second-generation who have money and nowhere to spend. They took out 10 million to record the program and found four guests to play the game of exchanging lives. Let two poor students, one poor and two white, just go to college, exchange identities with a successful star and the president of a financial investment company, and experience each other's life separately.

The recording time of this variety show is three months in total, and the original intention is to advertise the live broadcast platform that has just been established. Several rich second-generation idlers were extremely bored, so they even made a bet with Wen Zhuoyu and another guest Luo Xiu while the show was being recorded. I bet on what kind of changes these two poor students will have after they have seen the lives of rich people and are beaten back to their original shape.

Wen Zhuoyu, who was reborn once, knew this ending. Because in this gambling game, he was unwilling to make only one chip, and he had no ability to flip the chessboard. In the end, he lost completely and ended up being killed in the apartment.

What's more tragic is that Wen Zhuoyu didn't know who killed him until the last second before he died.

"Drink some water!" The thoughts caught in the memory were suddenly interrupted, and Wen Zhuoyu raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. A pair of well-shaped peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the wet eyes were filled with indescribable horror and confusion, and in the depths of the pupils there was a little bit of insoluble darkness. The light from the top of the studio shot down from overhead, framing a slightly shady shadow under his high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. Cold sweat wetted the hair on his forehead, and the jet-black hair made his snow-white cheeks paler. Seemingly dazed, with a little probing and scrutiny, it stabbed straight ahead like two sharp knives. The moment the line of sight touched, the actor only felt that his heart was tightly grasped and pinched, and the hand holding the mineral water bottle clenched and loosened subconsciously.

When the actor came back to his senses, he had unscrewed the bottle cap, then handed the mineral water bottle to Wen Zhuoyu again, and warmly advised, "Drink first."