wavenovel Chapter 1441 TV King
Chapter 1441 TV King
Chapter 1441 TV King
Rehearsing lines is a common occurrence on film sets, and getting emotionally aligned and refining details before filming has long been the norm.
Although Ji Kyung-won and Kim Ji-won had quite a few scenes together in the drama, none of them were very important, and since they weren't set up as a couple, they didn't have many scenes together.
"Then...would you like to give it a try?"
Kim Ji-won looked up and met Ji Kyung-won's gaze. Her eyes still held a hint of seriousness, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was making preparations.
Chi Jingyuan looked at her, a strange sense of familiarity in his eyes.
But this eye contact didn't last long. Kim Ji-won suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. She turned her head sharply, covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembled slightly, and couldn't help but giggle. Her clear laughter broke the slightly heavy atmosphere.
"No, no..."
She kept waving her hands: "When I see you in this state, I immediately think of Zheng Balin, and the psychopathic killer, really..."
Having spent so long on set, Ji Kyung-won's portrayal of the psychopathic killer is truly unforgettable, leaving a deep impression on everyone on the crew, including actresses like Kim Ji-won.
"I'm so scared..."
Before Kim Ji-won could finish speaking, Ji Kyung-won's expression changed instantly, and he murmured in a low voice.
Ji-won's smile vanished abruptly at that moment, and she was slightly taken aback.
This is a line spoken by Sung Yo-han to Choi Hong-joo in a crucial scene between her and Sung Yo-han in the drama, representing the character's most vulnerable and helpless moment.
"..."
Chi Jingyuan's eyes instantly lost their previous calmness and casualness, and the sinister arrogance and ruthlessness of Zheng Balin, leaving only an intense sadness and fear.
A faint glimmer of tears welled in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall. Her lips were slightly pursed, trembling with a hint of helplessness. Her voice was low and fragile as she repeated the line: "I...I'm so scared."
The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment. A cold wind swept past on both sides, carrying with it the heavy emotion that had suddenly welled up between the two. Following Ji Kyung-won's gaze, it spread little by little, enveloping Kim Ji-won.
She looked at the sadness in his eyes, at his slightly trembling fingertips, at his completely immersed expression, and her heart trembled.
"..."
Infected by this emotion, Kim Ji-won's smile completely disappeared, and her eyes gradually became serious.
She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes softening, revealing a hint of tenderness and dependence. Her breathing slowed slightly, and her body leaned forward unconsciously.
As Chi Jingyuan gradually immersed himself in the role, even the tension in his fingertips became natural and fitting.
At this moment, the atmosphere was slightly heavy and sad, as if they were really filming a scene together.
According to the script, at this moment, Choi Hong-joo should step forward, hug Cheng Yao-han tightly around the waist, offer him some comfort, and also release the inner struggle within herself.
But at this moment, both of them were sitting on the benches, so it was impossible for them to make such a move.
...But when emotions got the better of her and the environment of acting together, Kim Ji-won couldn't help but want to get closer.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she gently reached out and grasped Chi Jingyuan's hand, which was resting on the table.
A warm sensation came from my fingertips, my palms were warm, and it carried a strange, comforting power.
Kim Ji-won gradually became immersed in this emotion, her fingertips tightening slightly, wanting to truly convey some comfort to the other person.
Just as Kim Ji-won was getting into the zone and being influenced, Ji Kyung-won suddenly and gently withdrew his hand.
"How is it? Is it okay?"
He lightly patted Kim Ji-won's hand with his fingertips, a smug look on his face, his tone tinged with a hint of self-satisfaction: "Who told you I can only play psychopaths? Don't make assumptions about Best Actor Kim!"
"..."
The atmosphere was instantly ruined.
Kim Ji-won looked at her empty fingertips, then at his smug expression, her lips twitched, and she rolled her eyes dramatically.
"you……"
"You're so great, okay?"
…………
"Your eyes have more depth today than yesterday... I think this scene could be a bit more 'unrestrained'."
"Is that so... I've thought about it, and I still think we should tone it down a bit here."
"Hmm... whatever you think!"
In the following days, the filming continued, and Kim Ji-won and Ji Kyung-won often got together.
Whenever she finished filming a scene and had some free time, she would immediately go to Chi Kyung-won. Chi Kyung-won would also help her analyze the scene and get into character. The two would often sit in the rest area, rehearsing the scene again and again, and pondering the details over and over again.
Ji Jingyuan would share his understanding of the character with her, offer some practical tips, and teach her how to convey the character's emotions through subtle movements, helping her find the feeling of acting.
Kim Ji-won listened attentively, learned diligently, and practiced again and again.
She sometimes has her own opinions on the characters and scripts, and occasionally she will offer different ideas.
In such situations, Ji Jingyuan would express absolute respect and would not let his own thoughts override the other person's.
"NG!"
"..."
"That's enough, time to eat!"
After another day of filming, Kim Ji-won soon arrived at Ji Kyung-won's place.
"That's impressive."
This time, Chi Jingyuan took the initiative to praise her, looking at her in surprise.
"how?"
Kim Ji-won blinked her big eyes, looking confused and bewildered.
But her eyes sparkled with a playful light, as if she knew the answer already.
"I feel that your physique has changed somewhat."
Chi Jingyuan noticed, but still sincerely praised him: "We were discussing those little tricks before, some of Choi Hong-joo's characteristics and posture, and you've already learned them quite well so quickly."
Ji Kyung-won had been observing Kim Ji-won closely. In just a few days, her posture and small movements during her performances had clearly changed. It was obvious that in addition to communicating with Ji Kyung-won, she had also been working hard to immerse herself in the role and practice.
"You may be a TV King, but I'm also a very good actor, okay?"
"Indeed, very excellent."
Chi Jingyuan agreed, chuckling as he joked, and handed her a cup of coffee: "If things continue like this, I feel like I might have to call her Queen of Television in the future."
He did provide some help, but mainly it was Kim Ji-won herself who was talented, hardworking, and willing to learn and improve.
"Giggle~"
Kim Ji-won smiled happily, waved her hand, took a sip of coffee, deliberately straightened her chest, and demurely brushed a wisp of bangs from her forehead, seemingly displaying the 'graceful demeanor of a future TV Queen'.
Soon, the two naturally resumed their discussion.
"To portray a character's personality..."
"...For example, in this scene where you're driving and you're heartbroken after hearing the news...the camera focuses on Choi Hong-joo in the driver's seat, showing her stopping at a red light. At that moment, you can gently rest your forehead on the steering wheel for three seconds."
"It's not crying, it's not sighing, it's just finding a place to temporarily put your mind aside and showing that kind of embarrassment and pressure."
"Or when you're alone late at night, sitting on the edge of the sofa, not leaning against the cushions, but 'supporting' yourself on the edge of the armrest, with your center of gravity forward, as if you're ready to stand up at any moment."
There was a cup of cold coffee on the coffee table. She didn't drink it, but instead cupped the cup in her hand, feeling the last bit of warmth slipping away...
As Ji Kyung-won spoke, he gestured with his hands, trying to depict the scene. He spoke with great atmosphere, and Kim Ji-won could imagine the atmosphere and scene just by listening to his words.
“Restraint is the highest form of expression. It’s not that Choi Hong-joo can’t explode; it’s that she doesn’t allow herself to explode.”
“Every tear was forced back into the depths of her eyes. Your task is to let the audience see the process of ‘forcing’ the tears back, not the result.”
"..."
Even though she already knew a lot, she couldn't help but ask, "How do you know so much? Have you ever experienced such a difficult situation? It doesn't seem like something someone like you would understand..."
"..."
Chi Jingyuan didn't reply, but raised his chin and glanced at her disdainfully.
"I know, my dear TV King, it's my fault."
Kim Ji-won understood immediately.
"..."
Chi Jingyuan gave her a look that said, "You know, that's good."
A true master is one who maintains an aloof demeanor.
…………
Every day, in every scene, Kim Ji-won seemed to be improving, and Ji Kyung-won's efforts weren't in vain either. Besides the crew's production going smoothly, he also gained a deeper understanding of the script and the character through discussions, developing some ideas he hadn't had before.
"cut"
"Ji-won, you're getting more and more into it every day!"
Director Ahn Gil-ho praised Kim Ji-won's performance enthusiastically, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
...It feels different from the past few days.
"It's all thanks to PD-nim's excellent teaching."
Kim Ji-won smiled modestly.
"Haha, I wish I were really that good."
The director smiled and waved his hand, then resumed his serious expression: "The next few scenes will require a high level of emotional expression, so you need to get into character."
“If it were a few days ago, I would have been a little worried, but I see that you are in a very good state now, and I have a lot of confidence in you.”
After offering encouragement, Anji-ho gave the order to those around him: "Ten-minute break!"
Her assistant quickly came over, draped a thick down jacket over Kim Ji-won, handed her a warm coffee, and then took out her cosmetics to quickly touch up her makeup and relieve the fatigue on her face.
Kim Ji-won found a seat, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.
She subconsciously looked up, but didn't see Chi Jingyuan in the familiar place.
She probably has something to do, or she's preparing for her own scenes... Besides, the two of them have practiced many times, and Kim Ji-won has improved a lot, so there's no need to keep talking about it.
She has all the necessary skills and understanding; the rest is up to her to comprehend, break through, and truly become the character herself.
After a brief ten-minute break, filming resumed.
This is also the scene where she has the most complex emotions. She learns about her parents who have been separated for many years, but because of the trauma of her childhood and the secret she carries, she never dares to acknowledge them. She can only watch them from afar, enduring endless guilt and pain.
She thought of the headhunter who had driven her to the brink and made her an accomplice in murder, and an endless surge of anger and fear welled up inside her. At the same time, she thought of her boyfriend, Cheng Yaohan, whom she had loved dearly, and the questions about whether he was a psychopathic killer, and her heart was filled with struggle and confusion.
There was also the pressure of life, the fatigue of work, all the emotions intertwined, making it hard for her to breathe.
It's a very complicated love story.
"Prepare"
"Action!"
With the director's command, filming officially began.
All the staff held their breath, their eyes fixed on Kim Ji-won in the camera. Everything around them became quiet, with only the howling wind outside the window remaining.
The camera focuses on Kim Ji-won, who sits in an empty room, her figure slender, wrapped in a large coat, her head slightly lowered, her long hair falling over her shoulders, obscuring most of her face.
She was surrounded by onlookers, but she seemed to completely ignore them, immersing herself in her own world and fully embracing the identity of Choi Hong-joo.
Her mind flashed through her thoughts of the past few days' efforts, every conversation she had with Chi Jingyuan, every skill Chi Jingyuan had taught her, and the hardships and struggles of Cui Hongzhu's life.
Previously, the characters seemed somewhat ethereal, the plot details somewhat vague, and the personalities of the characters somewhat elusive. At this moment, they all seemed to become clear. The thread that I could never grasp and the feeling that I could never find seemed to gradually emerge before my eyes.
When she grasped the arc of the character in her mind and truly immersed herself in Cui Hongzhu's emotions, a tremendous pain and sense of oppression grew and spread in her heart.
She slowly raised her head, her face expressionless, as calm as a deep pool of water.
Only upon closer inspection can one discover that her eyes have long since changed. Hidden within them lies an overwhelming sadness and guilt, along with a hint of barely perceptible anger and confusion. It is a weariness born from the repeated ravages of time and suffering, a numbness resulting from the forced suppression of all emotions.
But deep down, there lies a trace of resentment and stubbornness.
Her shoulders were slightly hunched inward, a defensiveness and vigilance ingrained in her bones, a physical detail she and Chi Jingyuan had discussed and researched.
Her fingertips curled slightly, trembling as they rested on her lap—a testament to her barely suppressed emotions. She didn't cry, didn't shed a tear, and made no unnecessary movements; she simply sat quietly, staring blankly ahead.
It was as if the soul had been ripped out, leaving only a weary shell, bearing all the pain and struggle.
Yet it was this calm performance, this restrained emotion, that was more moving than any loud crying performance.
"..."
All the staff present unconsciously held their breath, their eyes fixed on Kim Ji-won in the camera, as if they could also feel the pain and struggle in Choi Hong-joo's heart.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, leaving only her calm and frail figure, telling a story of endless suffering in the lens.
"Perfect cut! Excellent."
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
The director's voice broke the silence, his tone filled with undisguised joy and excitement.
"Ji-won, you're really amazing!"
"This is the feeling, this is the feeling I want from Choi Hong-joo!"
Director Ahn Gil-ho is known for his encouraging approach to directing actors, and he was even more excited to see Kim Ji-won's progress.
The surrounding staff also reacted, and bursts of applause, mixed with buzzing praise, rang out.
The assistant rushed over, draped a thick down jacket over Kim Ji-won, handed her a hot coffee, and said with praise, "You acted really well in that scene, Ji-won. I could feel it even when I was watching..."
Kim Ji-won let out a long sigh of relief, took the coffee, bit the straw, and took two sips.
The successful performance and the praise from the director and crew certainly made her happy, but what truly satisfied and delighted her was...
Or perhaps it was her sense of progress in her acting, the feeling of accomplishment after understanding the path to improvement and striving to break through barriers, that was incredibly enjoyable.
"Let's warm up quickly, there's another scene later, do you want something to eat..."
As her assistant chattered incessantly beside her, creating a cacophony of noise, she seemed to sense something and her gaze naturally drifted in one direction.
In the crowd not far away, Chi Jingyuan was standing there, his eyes open, quietly watching the center of the field, looking at her, with a hint of approval in his gaze.
After their eyes met, Chi Jingyuan blinked dramatically, pursed his lips, but quickly smiled and gave a thumbs-up from afar.
Kim Ji-won's lips unconsciously curled up. She released the straw she was biting, raised her eyebrows smugly, and then winked playfully with her right eye.
Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.