Chapter 65

Zhou Jin walked out of the room feeling refreshed and invigorated, running straight into Bai Lu, who was waiting outside.

Bai Lu looked at Zhou Jin with a lingering, flirtatious gaze, bit her red lips, leaned into his ear, and whispered with a breath as fragrant as an orchid:

"Sister Mi has gone to my room to rest... So, shall we just stay here in the living room?"

Hearing this, Zhou Jin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He glanced at the sultry Bai Lu, then took a look at the sofa, the balcony, and the dining table, unable to stop himself from swallowing hard.

As expected of the sultry Bai Lu.

This... this is just too stimulating!

More than two hours later.

In Bai Lu's room.

Yang Mi lay in Zhou Jin's arms like a puddle of melted spring mud, her whole body so sore and weak that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

She never could have imagined that today, despite the "inescapable net" the three women had jointly laid out, she would end up being unilaterally and ruthlessly suppressed!

She was completely and utterly convinced.

Is Zhou Jin's stamina even human? He's simply an untiring beast!

Isn't there a saying, "There are only tired oxen, not broken fields"?

How did this old saying get completely reversed when it came to Zhou Jin?

Right now, the field is almost broken, yet this ox is still full of spirit!

Looking at Yang Mi's expression of utter despair, Zhou Jin keenly guessed her thoughts.

A wicked smile curled the corners of his mouth as he leaned over and teased softly, "Sister Mi, why that expression? Are you unconvinced, and want to fight for another three hundred rounds?"

"Get lost..." Yang Mi was so frightened her face turned pale; she forced herself to muster her last bit of strength to glare at him, her voice hoarse.

"I just want to sleep now. I beg you to act like a human and stop bothering me."

After saying this, she quickly squeezed her eyes shut, fearing that Zhou Jin might "give in to his animal instincts" again.

Originally, Yang Mi and Reba had both booked flights to leave Yanjing tonight.

But because they had been tossed around so miserably during the day, both of them felt like they were falling apart and couldn't even get out of bed, so they had no choice but to reschedule all their tickets to the next day.

In contrast, Zhou Jin, the "culprit," remained as vigorous as a dragon and as fierce as a tiger, stepping onto his evening flight to Hengdian.

Upon arriving in Hengdian, Zhou Jin followed the address sent by Su Youpeng and arrived at a large conference room where the audition was being held.

The moment he stepped inside, he immediately caused a stir at the scene.

"Look! It's Zhou Jin!"

"Senior Brother Ling Yue!"

Several crew members recognized him at a glance, their eyes lighting up instantly as they excitedly crowded around him.

"Teacher Zhou Jin, I really love your portrayal of Ling Yue. Could you give me an autograph?"

"Teacher Zhou Jin, please sign one for me too! Sorry for the trouble!"

Facing this sudden, enthusiastic reception, Zhou Jin was slightly taken aback.

Even though he knew in his heart that with the explosive popularity of *Swords of Legends*, he was now truly famous in the real sense.

This was still his first time experiencing the treatment of being surrounded by fans clamoring for autographs in real life.

Looking at the excited, expectant faces before him, Zhou Jin curled his lips slightly.

I have to say, this treatment as a top-tier star, being the center of attention... is unexpectedly not bad.

While being surrounded by several crew members asking for autographs, Zhou Jin inadvertently looked up and saw a young girl with a cold temperament and delicate features standing not far away.

Chen Duling.

Zhou Jin recognized her at a glance and wasn't surprised; after all, she was the already-confirmed female lead for the movie *The Left Ear*.

Zhou Jin actually had a rather good impression of this girl, who carried the aura of a "university campus belle" and a top student, with her cold and aloof temperament.

Noticing that although Chen Duling's expression was cold, her gaze had been secretly lingering on his autograph session.

He deliberately signed a few extra photos, and after the staff left satisfied, he walked over to Chen Duling and handed her an autographed photo with a smile:

"I accidentally signed an extra one; do you want it?"

Chen Duling was slightly stunned, clearly not expecting Zhou Jin to take the initiative to talk to her, let alone give her an autographed photo.

Could he read minds?

But being clever, she quickly realized that Zhou Jin must have noticed her secretly watching him just now.

A trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed through her heart, but on the surface, Chen Duling maintained her cold demeanor, reached out to take the autographed photo, and said softly, "Thank you."

【Detected close interaction with first-tier actress Chen Duling. Reward: Random Primary Entry ×1.】

【Do you wish to draw a Primary Entry?】

Zhou Jin confirmed in his heart.

A slot machine appeared on the light screen, and the patterns on it began to spin continuously.

【Entry draw successful — Primary Entry: Shattered Feeling.】

【Entry effect: Comes with an atmosphere of fragility and suppressed sorrow; eyes and demeanor naturally carry a sense of loneliness and despair.】

Zhou Jin's eyes lit up when he saw the entry he had just drawn.

He understood the script for Zhang Yang and knew that the most difficult part of the role was that sense of "shattered feeling."

At this moment, Director Su Youpeng walked into the conference room.

Seeing Zhou Jin, he smiled, walked up, and took the initiative to shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

Not long after, the other competitor for this audition—Ou Hao—also arrived.

As the original actor for Zhang Yang in *The Left Ear*, Ou Hao hadn't been in the industry long, but he had already participated in a few film and television dramas.

Although he wasn't a huge hit, he had accumulated a certain amount of popularity and experience.

Su Youpeng looked at the two men before him and went straight to the point: "The candidates for the male lead, Zhang Yang, are initially set between the two of you. We will do a screen test shortly; whoever has the better acting skills will get the role."

Su Youpeng paused, opened the script, and his expression turned serious: "The scene for the screen test is simple. Li Ba La dies in a car accident; show the sorrow Zhang Yang feels after learning the news."

Ou Hao started the screen test first.

He closed his eyes to brew his emotions and quickly entered the state.

In all fairness, Ou Hao's performance was indeed commendable; his emotional outburst of sorrow was quite full, and his tears and painful body language were all on point.

Su Youpeng watched Ou Hao's performance, nodded slightly with satisfaction, and praised, "Not bad."

In fact, at the beginning of the preparations, Su Youpeng had been quite optimistic about Ou Hao, but later, with the airing of *Swords of Legends*, he unexpectedly discovered Zhou Jin, this piece of uncut jade, which led to today's head-to-head duel.

Hearing the director's praise, Ou Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had, of course, seen clips of Zhou Jin in *Swords of Legends* and knew that this newcomer, who was currently exploding in popularity, had great acting skills, but Ou Hao also had full confidence in his own acting.

It was Zhou Jin's turn to go on stage.

Su Youpeng raised his hand, signaling that Zhou Jin could begin.

Zhou Jin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes again, his entire temperament underwent a earth-shattering change.

He didn't start with intense body language and wailing like Ou Hao; instead, he stood still in place.

His eyes were first dazed and incredulous, as if he couldn't comprehend the news that "Bala is dead."

Immediately after, the light in those deep eyes began to dim and extinguish, bit by bit.

Extreme sorrow is often silent.

His eye sockets turned scarlet instantly, tears swirled violently in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to let them fall.