The Mistaken Genius Actor 🧑🏻‍🎤

Chapter 173 - Stranger (3)

It was the first time in Hideki Yoshimura’s life that he attended a script reading.

Of course, the purpose was to see Kang Woojin. The Korean actor who had brought back vitality and life to his grandson, and allowed him to dream again. He was grateful. He must have had a tough life as well.

He wanted to see it with his own eyes. That was Hideki Yoshimura’s heart.

Kang Woojin, who evoked a sense of camaraderie and made Hideki Yoshimura reflect on his past self. When Hideki Yoshimura first saw Woojin in this hall, his impression was that of a beast hiding its teeth. On the outside, he seemed tough, but one could glimpse a mysterious leisure and charisma. His eyes were full of strength, and his voice was mixed with conviction.

Indeed, Kang Woojin was extraordinary.

Being the head of a conglomerate, Hideki Yoshimura immediately recognized the uncommon energy emitted by Kang Woojin. An aura hard to find in that age group. It signified the greatness of Kang Woojin’s character portrayal.

Anyway.

‘…What is that.’

The moment the script reading started and Woojin delved into acting, Hideki Yoshimura, with his arms crossed, couldn’t help but twitch his bushy white eyebrows.

‘Acting? Is that what you call acting?’

Even to Hideki Yoshimura, who had never paid attention to acting and was only interested in business, the change in Kang Woojin was clear.

‘Everything that was filled is now gone.’

The aura that had enveloped him was nowhere to be found. Kang Woojin, now showing Kiyoshi, was empty. Completely hollow. His eyes, voice, movements, thoughts. How could everything that was so full a moment ago be emptied out so quickly? Hideki Yoshimura gradually focused on Kang Woojin’s acting. He couldn’t take his eyes off.

Is this what all actors are like?

However, as the reading went on, and Kang Woojin’s acting built the narrative.

“I don’t regret meeting you.”

“It’s time for lunch.”

Hideki Yoshimura noticed more clearly. That he was special. Around Woojin, who was acting, were many of Japan’s leading actors. But it was hard to see them as being on the same level as Kang Woojin.

‘The other actors definitely have a hint of imitation. But Kang Woojin shows no gap that needs to be filled.’

Woojin was exceptional. Other actors were acting, but Kang Woojin was showing a different life here. At least, that’s how it appeared to Hideki Yoshimura.

He asked himself once more.

Is that acting?

No, it wasn’t acting. The person had changed. Hideki Yoshimura had seen flames in Kang Woojin’s eyes. But the current Kang Woojin. No, Kiyoshi was water. Colorless, odorless. An existence from which no emotion or sensation can be felt.

‘It’s just flowing.’

Suddenly, Hideki Yoshimura’s mind vaguely recalled the past. Not his, but his grandson’s. The appearance of his grandson who had lost vitality and life and had only been breathing, with dead eyes. Yes, it was similar to that.

Soon, Hideki Yoshimura.

-Swish.

Moved his gaze, which had been attached to Woojin, elsewhere. Around him, a hundred people, dozens of actors, including Director Kyotaro and Writer Akari. Everyone was looking at Woojin. His presence was outstanding. There was an overwhelming charm that captured attention.