[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-72":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336126,4567,"Chapter 72: The Qin Lord in Hengdian","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s words made the director pause, but before he could speak, Chen He’s voice came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Qin, if you want to act, come to me—I’ll get the director to give you a small supporting role so you can satisfy your acting itch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun turned to look at Chen He; though they were meeting for the first time, neither was shy or reserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother He, you’re also in Hengdian? If I’d known, I’d have reached out to you ahead of time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, it’s not too late now,” Chen He said, glancing at the director. “Director Lu, you’ve got good eyesight—right off the bat, you saw Mr. Qin looks great on camera.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director stared in surprise—he’d just learned from Xie Fei that Qin Yun was merely a tourist dabbling in acting, never expecting he’d know Chen He. Though Chen He was an actor and he was a director, his original plan to cut costs vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said to Qin Yun: “Of course, this role was originally meant for a freelance extra, paid five thousand. I’ll give you ten thousand—how’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded immediately: “No problem. I don’t care how much or how little the pay is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director mentally grumbled: You weren’t saying that when you wanted a raise just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing the role, he chatted casually with Chen He, made plans to visit him after his shoot, and Chen He left right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Xie Fei pulled Qin Yun aside to go over the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was completely different from before—he had three lines, all short, but each had to be delivered at different moments during the fight, requiring some skill from the actor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, this role didn’t demand acting—what mattered most was the martial arts choreography.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, the female lead throws a hidden weapon, then you catch it with your hand, stand up, and say: ‘How bold!’ Then the female lead lunges at the villain, and you draw your sword and fight her—this part will be arranged later by the action director. During the fight, you say to the villain: ‘Brother Zhu, retreat quickly.’ Then the female lead stabs you through the chest—you spit blood, eyes bulging, and say: ‘I… I can’t accept this.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this idiotic plot, Qin Yun was speechless. He looked at Xie Fei: “Are Huashan Sect disciples really this weak? They get killed by the female lead in three moves?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought it’d take at least half a day—turns out it’s no better than the foreground extras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But three lines and some moves for ten thousand? No wonder money’s easy to make in this industry—it’s easier than his livestreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Fei shrugged, his tone far more courteous than with ordinary extras: “Can’t help it—the script’s written this way. We can’t have you two fighting until heaven and earth collapse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun just fell silent—it was fine if it was simple. Even he knew that if fight scenes dragged on, filming would take forever, since props had to be reset each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, he was taken away again—this time with Zhao Liying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what’s your name? Why does Brother He call you Mr. Qin?” Zhao Liying felt a curious itch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Qin Yun—a livestreamer. Brother He’s a top donor in my livestream. ‘Mr. Qin’ is just a joke.” Qin Yun didn’t hide it, speaking plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Livestreamer?” Zhao Liying understood. “Douyin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying knew Chen He loved gaming and even had an esports team—she guessed Qin Yun was probably a gaming streamer, and her interest faded instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene had already been rehearsed by Zhao Liying with the original actor; she came now just to rehearse again with Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No room for improvisation—every movement was rigidly fixed under the action director and action coach. In short, it was a fixed routine—no matter how many times they did it, it was always identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s martial skills let him memorize the entire sequence after watching the action coach perform it just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s try it first—no rush, take it step by step.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action coach was also very polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun waved his hand, sword in hand: “No need. Just go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying frowned, thinking: Show-off. Let me expose your bluff. Thinking this, she lunged at Qin Yun with her sword—but Qin Yun saw her move and knew it was pure showmanship, zero combat ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the action director’s instructions, he didn’t improvise—he simply followed the routine and stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying started slowly, but when she realized Qin Yun could keep up, she sped up instantly. Qin Yun matched her pace—soon, their exchange looked convincingly back-and-forth, until he was finally stabbed to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action director and action coach walked over, both stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d only demonstrated the sequence once—but Qin Yun executed it flawlessly. Clearly, he possessed real martial skill; otherwise, he couldn’t have moved like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only someone with real martial ability and combat experience could handle these routines so effortlessly, without a trace of stiffness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impressive. What do you train?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action coach bowed, performing a martial salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just messing around,” Qin Yun brushed it off casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying was astonished—she’d spent years training for this, yet he’d mastered it after one look. How was that possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the evidence was right before her eyes—she couldn’t deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Yun, was your expression when you got stabbed real?” Zhao Liying asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun blinked: “What? Is it that realistic? That painful? I guess I’ve got some acting talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The action director, action coach, Zhao Liying: (⊙_⊙)\u002F\u002F\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, now the problem was this: he was a complete acting novice with zero experience. Though the scene didn’t require expression or skill, the final death shot was a close-up—and needed at least a little performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After explaining the issue to the director, he handed off the task: “Liying, you handle him. You’ve got half an hour. We start filming after that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a brothel room, Qin Yun and Zhao Liying sat facing each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun now knew his acting was terrible, and felt awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me a shocked expression,” Zhao Liying sighed. She could’ve easily refused, but for some reason, she’d agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded. Shocked expressions—he could do that. Making him cry might be hard, but looking shocked? Easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, then widened his eyes and opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…………”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying rubbed her forehead: “Where did you learn that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not… good?” Qin Yun grew uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. You’re not an actor—I’ll just teach you the expression you need when I stab you. Simpler that way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay, I’ll follow you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Zhao Liying wasn’t classically trained, years of grinding had given her decent acting skills. Teaching a layman a single expression was easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, what’s your immediate reaction when I stab you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It hurts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s shock—disbelief that you’re being killed—not just pain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But doesn’t it hurt?” Qin Yun thought being stabbed would trigger an immediate physical reaction—how could it be shock?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For you, the moment I stab you is a physiological freeze—you don’t need to show any expression. Just delay your eye reaction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Zhao Liying’s explanation and live demonstration, Qin Yun slowly grasped the technique. Half an hour to memorize a few simple steps? Easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But forced behavior felt unnatural to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, he was just a background extra—not a main character. The camera gave him a close-up and then moved on, so this performance was acceptable. Besides, TV dramas had lower standards for extras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they moved to the actual filming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun handed his phone to Xie Fei, the assistant director: “During filming, whether it’s N or NG, could you please film the whole thing for me? I want to keep it as a memory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Fei said no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Qin Yun had his makeup redone, changed clothes, and soon the entire brothel was cleared—everything was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw a crew member holding a black-and-white board with a string of numbers on it—he had no idea what it meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew member slammed the board down hard, and the director shouted: “Action!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filming began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun sat beside the villain’s supporting character. In front, a common brothel girl performed, while off-camera, Xiao Zhan sat on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After filming started, Qin Yun realized TV dramas were shot in fragments—not one continuous scene. In just a few moments, the clapperboard clacked over ten times, and the number on it changed four times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He figured the numbers indicated camera angles—meaning four shots had already been filmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, the courtesan Zhao Liying appeared. Qin Yun perked up—his scene was coming. He held a flying dagger, ready to catch it when Zhao Liying pretended to throw it—then this shot would be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Snap!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s right hand appeared before the villain, fingers pinching a flying dagger. He sneered: “How bold!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Villain, die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying, now suspended on wires, lunged through the air toward the villain. As the bodyguard, Qin Yun stepped forward immediately, following the rehearsed routine—he shouted: “Brother Zhu, retreat!” then clashed with Zhao Liying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fight was chopped into pieces—nothing like the smooth flow he’d imagined. He thought: If this is how it’s filmed, maybe not knowing martial arts doesn’t matter—it’s all just edited shots anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Puff!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was stabbed in the chest. He remembered the mantra: one, stunned; two, shocked; three, pain. But Zhao Liying, watching his performance, burst into a snort of laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“CUT!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying quickly apologized: “Sorry, sorry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director said nothing—NGs were normal in filming. He’d expected Qin Yun to need multiple takes, but the problem wasn’t him—it was the female lead. Who could explain that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stared at the blood pack on his chest, utterly speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Liying whispered: “Don’t blame me—I laughed because of your expression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, tone it down. I don’t want to do this again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t happen. I’m professional—I won’t laugh, no matter how funny it is… unless I can’t help it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, this shot took four takes to pass. Qin Yun’s interface flashed a notification: one-fifth complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d completed his first ever acting role—successfully wrapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun walked away with his ten thousand. The shoot continued here, but he and Xie Fei exchanged contact info. Xie Fei said if Qin Yun was still in Hengdian and a suitable role came up, he’d call him—anything to earn a few bucks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Zhao Liying, they’d exchanged contact info during their private coaching session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After changing clothes, Qin Yun saw the daylight was still early, so he decided to visit the set where Chen He was working—perhaps he could land a role as a background extra.\u003C\u002Fp>",1780,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","862098ba92408306168c4124b4ea632449ec9c88971080fc5009bb281579d0b1","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-73","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-71",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]