You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 279

   Chapter 279 The premiere ends

  Django sips coffee in the VIP room of the Wanda Cinema, looking at the aisle every now and then.

  The aisles are noisy and very noisy.

   He frowned.

  It was different from what he had imagined. The movie had been playing for nearly an hour, but Django didn't see the audience in the "Struggle" screening room swearing and leaving, and it didn't cause much commotion.

   A dazed emotion arose in his heart.

  He turned on the computer...

   There are already many people who are scolding "Struggling", but these ordinary sailors scolding "Struggling" have absolutely no influence and cannot expand the scope.

   He clicked on the avatars of several well-known film critics on Weibo.

  It is a pity that those well-known film critics did not post their written articles as agreed. Not only did they not post, but even the "persons" who came out first did not come out after entering the theater.

   What happened to them?

   He made a call, but the strange thing was that no one answered the phone. When he called the second time, the phone was turned off.

"what happened?"

   He felt a little uneasy in his heart.

   As time passed, that unease began to turn into agitation, and he found more and more things that he couldn't control...

The door of the    VIP room opened, and Cao Bangguo came in from outside.

   "Uncle Cao..."

"Zhou Yilin didn't follow the script you said, right?" Cao Bangguo sat next to Django, looking at the fans coming and going below, and sighed: "Zhou Yilin is an old fox who has both sides, and he looks at the power over there. Just relying on which side, since he was young, he has always pursued the principle of not offending both sides... When Zhou Yang won the Oscar, he took the application form for the vice president more actively than anyone else, and even went to pick up the airport himself, for fear If it's too late, you'll lose that incense love... This little trick..."

"Uncle Cao, since you know this, why do you still help me in this play? Even everything is done as I say, without any reminder to me?" Jiang Ge felt a little frustrated, but his eyes still revealed confusion confused.

   "Immature strategies can only be matured through practice, and they will be deeply impressed by failures. Now that you think about it, do you know what you didn't do well?"

   "I'm too eager to add fuel to the flames..." Django lowered his head, his eyes flashing gloomy.

   "Yes! At the same time, you still underestimate the old fox Zhou Yilin, but don't worry, he doesn't know who is doing this secretly, only that many people in the association are already dissatisfied with his behavior..."

"Um."

   The two chatted, and after a while, the two of them continued to look at the corridor downstairs.

   "Uncle Cao, what happened in the screening room of "Struggling"? The documentary he shot in such a short time, I heard that it was shoddy, but why..."

   "Zhou Yang is a very talented person, but unfortunately..." Cao Bangguo didn't answer Django's doubts, but sighed faintly with a bit of regret in his heart.

   Django is all too familiar with that look.

   That is the regret of not pulling Zhou Yang into his camp.

A strong unwillingness suddenly flashed in his heart. An emotion called jealousy surged in his heart. He asked himself that he was much stronger than Zhou Yang. What kind of gimmick is the next three indiscriminate directors...

   No, he can't be called a director at all!

   "What the **** did he shoot?"

   "I don't know, are you going to take a look?"

   "I..." Django met Cao Bangguo's eyes, but he finally shook his head and kept his stubbornness: "Don't go!"

   Cao Bangguo didn't speak, just looked at Django.

   I don't know why, but my eyes are no longer as admirable as they used to be.

   "Mechanic Man" has a huge investment. According to the current trend, it is estimated that it will not reach the explosion.

   "Someone came out, eh? Why did you come out crying?"

   in the theater.

   Zhou Yang's female fans burst into tears.

  Because the camera was only set up, the screen was a little blurry because of the temporary recording of the mobile phone.

  Vaguely, they could see Zhou Yang paralyzed beside the coffin trembling all over, but Zhou Yang's other hand kept hitting the injured area, blood seeping out from the temporary dressing room.

   "He's using pain!"

   "He's using pain to keep himself from fainting..."

   "Woooooo!"

   Pain is naturally effective!

   They saw Zhou Yang's body tremble a bit, and in the end they pushed their hands into the other side.

  He was making the circuit.

   The sound of wheezing was unprecedentedly heavy, and every breath was affecting everyone's heart.

   Under the shadow, his body trembled irregularly.

   You can feel the strong desire to survive across the screen.

  Ba Liming's heart was shocked.

   He suddenly realized that all movies are for realism.

   Only when you have a sense of reality can you have a sense of substitution, and only when you have a sense of substitution can you truly experience the content in the movie.

   No skills, no exaggerated shots, as simple as a child who just learned to shoot video.

   But because of this, this "Struggle" is more impactful.

   There were one or two female fans who couldn't bear the depression and left the theater with their mouths covered, but they came over not long after they left.

   They were followed by a few people who sneaked in. They were halfway through watching other movies. They saw the girls in the "Struggling" screening room crying and saying that they felt sorry for their brother, and then came in out of curiosity...

  The staff did not care about them, but continued to stare at the screen, not wanting to miss any detail.

Not long after they walked in, they instantly heard cheers coming from the entire theater. Several fans even stood up to cheer for Zhou Yang on the screen, and two female fans hugged excitedly... …

   Those who have just walked in are a little confused, especially after seeing the screen with the A.V quality of the island country, they feel that it is really shoddy.

   But they still chose to watch it.

   It was blurry, and it seemed that the quality of the picture taken with a mobile phone began to become clearer after the entire coffin was powered on.

   on the screen.

Because of the blood loss, Zhou Yang's face was very pale, but he breathed fresh air, and Will Smith was also woken up by Zhou Yang. The two who survived the disaster were chatting about how to escape next, and everything seemed to be moving towards Good place to move forward.

   But despair is often hidden in hope…

   "Boom!"

   There was another huge explosion above.

  The whole big screen shook again, and the light that finally lit up went out again...

   There was a scream in the theater!

  Many people covered their mouths.

  Despair, hope, despair...

  An Xiao was shaking.

   One of her hearts was suspended.

  The picture on the screen started to become a little blurry.

  The yellow sand frantically invaded the coffin. In the depressing and claustrophobic space, the only oxygen left was getting thinner and thinner.

   She saw Zhou Yang took out his mobile phone and was struggling to send text messages.

  An Xiao thought of the text message she suddenly received.

   Zhou Yang, it turned out that in such a desperate environment, he sent me a text message.

   She covered her mouth, unable to wipe away her tears.

   She saw that the coffin shook again, and the mobile phone she gave to Zhou Yang was shattered.

  It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't reply...

   But can't go back!

   There was a burst of sobbing in the screening room, and several girls left the screening room again. They felt that it was too depressing to stay here, and they couldn't breathe at all.

   "There is a signal, there is a signal! Haha, we have a signal!"

  A dramatic scene, accompanied by Will Smith's excited and excited emotions resounded again.

  The phone has a signal!

  Vill Smith called the police. However, the content of the report was extremely disgusting, especially the arrogant and indifferent questioning attitude of the operator, which made the audience feel disgusted.

   They suddenly realized that Lao Mei's operator turned out to be of this quality.

The yellow sand penetrated more and more, covering half of Will Smith's body, and the air became thinner and thinner. Will Smith clutched his throat and tried to let himself inhale more air, but the constant coughing and suffocation made him how Can't even breathe!

   He started to break down completely.

   He completely lost his mind, roaring like a mad beast, beating the coffin frantically, hitting it with his head, and digging with his fingernails. On the top of the coffin, a shocking blood was dug out.

   "Crack!"

  The light of the lens flickered...

   Accompanied by the sound of "cracking", turbulent yellow sand seeped in like a tide, burying his body. He struggled to climb out, but was immediately drenched in yellow sand.

   "Woooooooo."

   His roar like a beast eventually turned into a whimper.

  The emotions of the audience were madly hung up with the camera, and their hearts trembled...

   "Sigh!"

   They saw Zhou Yang shredding his clothes, suddenly covering Will Smith's head with clothes, and at the same time wrapping his own head with clothes, then grabbed Will Smith's hand with one hand.

  The yellow sand was stained red with blood.

  In the hazy yellow sand, they saw Zhou Yang frantically smashing the lid of the coffin...

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

  The rhythmic sound hit everyone's heart over and over again.

  The yellow sand buried them, but the rhythm of slapping the coffin did not stop. Instead, it became more and more forceful with the sound of rapid breathing.

   Some fans stood up uncontrollably.

   "Crack!"

   They saw that the coffin wall was finally smashed open, and the stone that had been blocking it was smashed to pieces.

  In the blurry footage, they saw Zhou Yang's figure desperately pulling at the yellow sand and clods, desperately grabbing upwards...

   Gasping, gasping frantically, as if my lungs were about to explode.

   Struggling!

   Zhou Yang seemed to have lost consciousness, struggling instinctively, his arms seemed to be dripping with blood, and almost no piece of flesh was intact.

but……

   Inch after inch, he finally pulled Will Smith and struggled out of the small coffin.

  Darkness flooded the entire screen.

   There was no light on the entire screen, only sound, only Zhou Yang struggling upward, and the sound of yellow sand being ripped apart.

   However, the sound is getting quieter and quieter...

this moment!

  Ba Liming's heart was tangled together, almost suffocating.

  The camera switches again to a group of rescue teams desperately pulling the sand.

   In the lens, a pool of blood oozes out.

   They saw a pair of hands, pushing away the sand, desperately climbing up, as if they wanted to grab everything they could.

   They saw a **** figure, that figure lost consciousness and was almost driven to act by instinct.

  When Ba Liming saw that the clothes on Zhou Yang's head were pulled away, revealing a face that couldn't see his facial features and was gasping for breath, goosebumps all over his body.

Then……

   He stood up unconsciously.

  Applause followed by a burst of sobbing.

   That is the fear of life!

   VIP room.

  Django saw that many people came out one after another.

   Almost all the audience had a trace of lost soul on their faces.

   Several girls squatted on the ground, sobbing, as if unable to release that emotion.

  Django saw "myself" coming out of it and took out his phone.

   Then...

  Django's phone rang.

   He answered the phone.

   "I'm sorry, I can't be conscientious..."

   "This is the only movie that shocked me deep inside..."

   "Life can be so tenacious..."

   He heard an apology, and then Django saw that "my own person" hung up the phone.

   When he saw the aisle again, he saw the audience who walked out of the theater talking over and over again the touching and emotional tremors brought to them by "Struggle".

   Immediately afterwards, countless fans swarmed around the ticket window...

   They look excited…

   is crazy.

   Continue two more updates today, sorry, it's too late

   (end of this chapter)

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