In Jiangcheng, in midsummer, there are heavy rains.
The antique neighborhood of Hengdian Film and Television Base is in chaos at the moment.
"Ka! Shen Lang, you loser! How many times has this happened? I asked you to play a beggar full of grief and anger, and you acted as stiff as if you were going to beg for food!"
With a harsh roar, a lunch box full of mud and water hit Shen Lang hard on the chest.
Snap.
The disposable lunch box exploded, and the smell of sauerkraut mixed with swill filled the air.
The surrounding performers whispered and looked at her with either sympathy or ridicule.
"Is this Shen Lang? I heard that he has been working as a sidekick for three years and hasn't even shown his face."
"Shhh, keep your voice down. He is our group's 'resident' tragic male supporting actor. Although his acting skills are terrible, he can't stand up to his reputation."
"Nai Zao? Look at what he did just now. His knee hit the ground so loudly. Are you really afraid of breaking his kneecap?"
Shen Lang lowered his head, the rain running down his greasy hair
