"This actor, you may begin your performance," a bearded assistant director said.
Jiayi felt even more nervous than before!
The man sat behind the audition panel, staring directly at her!
Her little heart was pounding thump thump, and her little head was starting to feel dizzy.
Performing in front of so many authorities in the film industry was nerve-wracking enough, and now there was the added pressure of Huo Zhenyang.
She felt like she was about to suffocate.
The first action of the performance was to draw the Peach Wood Sword from behind with a reverse grip, but she was so nervous she couldn't even pull the sword from her back.
With great difficulty, she finally drew the Peach Wood Sword.
Just as the man's intense gaze fell on her, her hand went limp in a most disgraceful manner, and the entire Peach Wood Sword slipped from her palm—
Clang, it fell to the ground!
Inside the audition panel, a group of people frowned and began to murmur.
