This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

The last work?

Lin Jue was slightly stunned. What did that mean?

Could it be that Bi Zheng had thoughts of death due to depression?

"God affirms my talent…" Bi Zheng muttered, repeating Lin Jue's words. His eyes grew brighter and brighter. This sentence seemed to touch him deeply, like a ray of light breaking through the darkness.

He didn't know why he would tell his secret, although he had only known him for a short time, he felt a sense of trust from the other party. Perhaps this was the shared fate of people in pain.

"Bi Zheng." Lin Jue waved his hand in front of Bi Zheng, who seemed to be in a daze, "If you have any psychological problems, remember to tell me. I'm really quite knowledgeable about psychological issues."

Bi Zheng came back to his senses, his eyes darting around: "I, I don't have any problems, it's just that I've been a little depressed recently… I plan to go on a long trip during the winter vacation to relax."

For some reason, Lin Jue always felt that Bi Zheng had something left unsaid, perhaps because of the system's words about the last work.

"Hopefully, I'm just overthinking it."

After having lunch at the orphanage, the two set off together, preparing to go to Qingmu Academy, which surprised Teacher Zhang quite a bit. She wondered when the relationship between the two had suddenly become so good, when Bi Zheng had previously treated "Doctor Zhou" with such indifference.

Walking out of the orphanage, Lin Jue changed back to his original appearance. Since Bi Zheng could see through the disguise and had already seen his true face, there was no need to put on the identity of Zhou Yue anymore.

Although he had already seen through Lin Jue's real face, Bi Zheng was still a little surprised when he saw this seamless face-changing ability for the first time: "You alone… possess so many faces. If you could apply that to sculpture, it would definitely… be a very good inspiration."

"For example, on one head… you could sculpt three different faces, each with a different expression… pain, happiness, calmness, contradictory to each other… yet perfectly integrated."

"Like… death and rebirth… pain and happiness…"

As he said this, Bi Zheng's eyes shone with light, talking eloquently. He really had an inspiration. His idea was indeed very good, and once completed, it would definitely be a perfect work.

"If you're willing, I can be your model." Lin Jue smiled slightly.

This should be the work that the system wanted him to help the other party create.

The light in Bi Zheng's eyes slowly disappeared, and he shook his head: "My… that strange ability is still there. No matter how much inspiration I have, it's useless…"

"Don't forget, I'm from the Supervisory Division. Dealing with those things is my specialty."

Lin Jue patted the other party's shoulder. He had smashed several of those sculptures. Even if those things were to revive, he would have a way to make them obediently become mascots.

Bi Zheng looked up at Lin Jue. The originally melancholy expression now had a hint of excitement. That's right, this model was different from ordinary people, and perhaps he could really complete the best work to date.

"Then… how about tomorrow afternoon after school? I'd like to do it in my warehouse… is that okay?" He looked expectant.

The warehouse carried his former glory and represented the beginning of his current decadence. The reason he chose to complete the work in the warehouse was perhaps because he wanted to start from scratch.

"Okay, no problem."

Lin Jue nodded in agreement. Walking to the side of the road, he took out his phone and looked at the time. It was almost 2:30.

Because after eating, he had accompanied Liao Fan in painting for a while, so he was a bit delayed in time. Now, it was too late to take the bus to the academy, so the two had to stand obediently on the side of the road and hail a taxi.

Soon, a taxi in the distance saw Bi Zheng struggling to hail a cab, turned on its right turn signal, and slowly decelerated, heading towards them.

"Huh? Why does this driver look so familiar?" Lin Jue stretched his head out from beside Bi Zheng. Wasn't this the kind-hearted driver who hadn't charged him before?

This was fate! This time, he had to settle the previous fare, and he couldn't let a kind person be disheartened.

He walked out from beside Bi Zheng and went to the curb, waving at the taxi.

Then, through the front windshield, he saw the taxi driver's old face suddenly turn pale. His right hand, which was originally on the steering wheel, instantly reached for the gear lever, quickly switching gears.

He slammed on the brakes, drifted along the curb, ran over the double solid lines to make a U-turn, and the exhaust pipe spewed out a lot of black smoke. He sped out a hundred meters in one breath, until he disappeared from Lin Jue's sight, his movements smooth and coherent, as if he was filming Initial D2.

"…" Lin Jue stood blankly on the side of the road, coughing heavily from the car exhaust.

"What… what's going on?" Bi Zheng looked dazed: "Why does this driver look at you like… like he's seen a ghost?"

Lin Jue smoothed his hair that had been messed up by the wind: "Maybe it's because he overcharged me before. Actually, I wasn't planning on asking him to return it. There was no need for this…"

Hearing this explanation, Bi Zheng felt strange. The driver's expression was clearly not that of someone with a guilty conscience, but rather like this doctor model had held a knife to the driver's neck and taken a free ride before.

…

At twenty minutes past three in the afternoon, although Lin Jue and Bi Zheng managed to get a taxi, they were still late.

The teacher glanced at Bi Zheng, his expression very complicated. He seemed to want to say something, but he sighed: "Come in."

Then he looked at Lin Jue behind Bi Zheng, with no good expression: "Being late for work, being twenty minutes late as a model, means that all the students in the class have to wait for you for twenty minutes. This twenty minutes will be deducted from your fee."

Deducting money was absolutely not allowed! Lin Jue didn't have a job now, and every penny was crucial!

"That… teacher, actually I was sick. I just went to see the doctor… so I was delayed for a while."

Lin Jue lowered his head, his face dim. The painful emotions of yesterday appeared again.

The teacher opened his mouth, knowing without asking that the result of this person's visit to the doctor was definitely not good. Maybe the doctor had already told him to start eating well, drinking well, and being in a good mood.

"But it doesn't matter…" Lin Jue raised his head, forcing a smile: "If you make a mistake… you should bear the consequences. I've delayed everyone for so long… deducting money is also right…"

After speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed heavily a few times, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, and his lips had no color at all.

When passing by the teacher, the teacher vaguely seemed to hear a very light sigh: "I was originally… planning to buy a small cake today. I've never eaten a cake in my life…"

"Oh well, the money has been deducted… I'll save it to buy medicine."

The teacher stared blankly as Lin Jue sat on the chair in the middle, wiping his slightly moist eyes, and walked out of the classroom to make a phone call.

"Hey, Lao Xu, double the salary of that Wang Tianshu!"

"Who said so? I said so!"