Extracting skills from movies

Chapter 666 has definitely mutated!
"Okay, I know how to respond."

Wang Jinhua didn't say much, just nodded and packed up.

In fact, she didn't expect much.

After all, he has many talented people under him, so there is no need to make trouble over an outsider.

Besides, Zhao Qi’s behavior was indeed a bit strange.

As a traditional agent, I don't really like artists with a "rebellious" character.

The reason for bringing this up this time is mainly because we consider that if we decline the offer, it will provide strong support to our competitors.

Since Du Sheng knew the situation and expressed it this way, she felt relieved.

After finishing the company's chores, Du Sheng went to the newly-built villa as usual.

It is far away from the city and the surroundings are relatively quiet, making it a good place to relax.

But he wasn't here to relax.

Instead, visit the spiritual sculpture.

After not seeing him for a while, this human-like spirit horse has recently expanded like an inflatable ball.

The scale in the corner has already exceeded the 48 kg mark, and its wingspan when unfolded can cover half of the west wall.

It can be seen that it obviously inherited some ancient bloodline.

Every time it spewed fire, the steel pillars in the cage would glow a strange red. The thermometer showed that the core of the flame had exceeded the 200°C threshold, causing the food trough to sizzle.

It seemed to recognize Du Sheng and came over, flapping its wings happily.

"There is indeed not enough space for flying here. Next time when the time is right, I will take you out for a stroll!"

Du Sheng let it out of the cage with a smile, not worrying about the fire-breathing problem. He put his fingertips on its forehead and used "Animal Communication LV2/Purple" to have a silent conversation with it.

This hall is hollow, with the upper and lower floors at least six meters in total, and is almost sealed except for the doors and windows.

Although the length and width are more than ten meters each, it is still a bit too tight for the spirit sculpture's body.

"Ancestors!"

Wang Yaoyang huddled in the corner with heat-insulating gloves in his hands, looking like a poor creature trapped in a glass cover by a ferocious beast.

Even though this fool lives with the spiritual eagle day and night, he would still be startled by the sudden shaking of its feathers and jump three feet high.

Du Sheng couldn't help laughing at his fearful look, but he didn't forget to throw his newly customized fireproof suit over to him:
"Look, it's lined with carbon fiber, so even the tail hair won't get burned."

When Wang Yaoyang moved into the cage wearing equipment that was as inflated as a space suit, the spiritual eagle was fiddling with the reflective strips on the fireproof suit with the tip of its beak, and its golden pupils reflected two funny fat snowmen.

In fact, he still has some feelings for the spiritual eagle. After all, he has watched it grow with his own eyes, and this was inseparable from his contribution in feeding it.

“It recognizes you.”

Du Sheng leaned against the door frame and chuckled:

"You watched over it and fed it during the rainy night last month. This little creature must have remembered everything."

Wang Yaoyang relaxed a lot after hearing this, but still maintained a safe distance of more than three steps.

After all, the burnt food bowl from last week was still lying in the garbage dump, its twisted metal edge looking like a tear-stained face.

"Brother Sheng, has its scales... mutated?"

Wang Yaoyang suddenly lowered his voice and poked the scorch marks on the protective suit caused by sparks with his fingertips.

Du Sheng's eyes swept across the metallic luster between the wings of the spirit eagle, and he threw out a soundproofing note:
“Know what you should know, and don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.

By the time it molts for the third time, this cage will be no different from paper."

As he spoke, he added a piece of rabbit meat to the trough, and the scarlet mucus left a sticky trail on the tiles.

Wang Yaoyang was secretly shocked and said:
"So abnormal? Nine out of ten times, it has mutated!"

If all species on Earth were at this level, humans would be in great danger.

Fortunately, Du Sheng knew how to communicate with it, and the other party was able to basically follow some simple instructions.

And he is quite sensible and never rushes out of the window to escape.

Du Sheng smiled but did not answer. He looked at the chirping spiritual eagle and fell into deep thought.

The growth rate of this little thing is far beyond expectations. Judging from the growth rate of its scales, even the special alloy will not be able to contain it in three months.

If those research institutions discover this fire-breathing sacred beast...

He gently stroked the claw marks on the cage pillars. The five deep grooves glowed bloody in the setting sun.

We have to arrange for the transfer as soon as possible, preferably after it learns to control the flames.

After all, the fire-breathing cuckoo recorded in the "Record of Strange Beasts" is a ferocious creature that can burn mountains.

Even if the creature in front of us is not a ferocious creature, it cannot reach the level of the one in "The Return of the Condor Heroes". 70% to 80% of its abilities are indispensable.

If we really have to temporarily release it into the deep mountains and forests, it will be a way to protect itself.

As for whether it will be hunted by people, or attract the attention of certain people?
Although it is possible, Du Sheng is not worried.

After all, his "Animal Communication Skills" are not just for show, and now he can basically achieve consistent guidance.

Moreover, he would rather keep the spirit eagle indoors than release it outside rashly until it is completely tamed.

Therefore, no matter how busy we are during this period, we will occasionally take time to strengthen communication.

But he does have a lot of chores to deal with recently.

It won’t be long before The Man from Nowhere will hold a press conference for its launch, so even if you want to release it to the public, you have to wait until you finish filming this movie.

.........

On this day, Du Sheng was busy for most of the day to celebrate the sales of the "Miracle Tram" exceeding 20 units.

During this period of free time, I received a call from Liu Xiaoli.

Except for Liu Yifei who was going to attend the new drama launch conference, Tang Yan and Yang Mi also had endorsement commercials to shoot, so they simply went back to the company.

As for Liu Shishi, he had just finished the post-dubbing for "Legend of the Spirit Mirror" and came to play around out of boredom.

However, Liu Xiaoli was still in Beijing to deal with some aftermath and would not come until tomorrow, so she reminded Du Sheng.

In the airport hall at dusk, the crystal chandeliers hanging on the dome light up one after another, like stars scattered on the ground.

Outside the revolving glass door, there was a sudden crisp sound of suitcase wheels kissing the marble floor, and two slender figures cut through the twilight.

It was Yang Mi who was walking towards them arm in arm with Liu Shishi.

Their white chiffon skirts swept across the automatic door sensor area, and the air flow they created, carrying the Chanel No. 5 fragrance, danced a waltz at the air-conditioning vents.

"Brother Sheng!"

The corners of Yang Mi's eyes suddenly curled up into crescents, and her high heels slid out a cheerful arc on the shiny ground.

Du Sheng opened his arms to catch this warm and soft jade. The faint scent of gardenia in her hair mixed with the remaining cold air in the cabin made his Adam's apple roll.

The moment their bodies touched, the sound of camera shutters suddenly rang out in the corridor of the terminal building, causing the girl to stamp her feet.

The shadows of the three people were stretched out by the setting sun, winding into a charming ink mark on the gilded wallpaper of the VIP channel.

Even with sunglasses on for a little disguise, Du Sheng could still feel the gazes coming from all directions.

Those gazes were like warm beams of light, burning tiny holes in his straight suit.

"Look over there! Does it look like Du Sheng and Girls' Generation?" "The crew of 'The Man from Nowhere' is casting, so it's not surprising that it's them."

"Du Sheng is actually 70% as handsome as me. I have to say that I feel a little pressure in front of him!"

"Dude, wake up. If you were even a third as handsome as him, you wouldn't have been single for five years."

The boy in the baseball cap poked his companion with his elbow, and the camera of his mobile phone almost poked Du Sheng's jawline:
"I heard that the original female lead was Zhao Qi, but Emperor Ying stole her away..."

"You are out of date. Someone on Renren.com has revealed that the two female roles have been confirmed: Liu Yifei and Jia Jingwen.

As for the male supporting roles, in addition to Du Sheng’s official villain henchman Wu Jing, the leader of the Gang faction selected artists from Wancheng to play the roles…”

"My cousin was an extra in Hengdian. She said Jia Jingwen cried 17 times in a row during the audition, and her tears flooded the studio!"

The girl with dreadlocks came closer with a cup of milk tea, stirring the ice with a straw, making a crisp clinking sound:
"But Wu Jing is a perfect match for the villain. The look in his eyes when he walked the red carpet last time gave me chills even through the screen."

Listening to the whispers around him, Du Sheng couldn't help but sigh that rumors spread so quickly.

In today's social networking world, although Renren's registered users have not yet recovered to the glorious figures of its heyday, the number of active users has far exceeded that of the past.

Many netizens have become accustomed to sharing their daily lives and expressing their personal opinions on this platform.

Since Renren launched the interest group feature, the platform seems to have been given new vitality.

Those who share common interests quickly gathered together, found their own little world here, and established various interest groups.

These groups not only speed up the spread of information, but also make the discussion atmosphere more lively, like a feast of ideas.

Du Sheng originally planned to officially announce the news that Liu Yifei would become the heroine of "The Man from Nowhere" the next day, but the news had already been captured by some interest groups that were keen on tracking entertainment trends.

Given that this movie is a big production and involves the background of both sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong, it naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Therefore, as soon as the news came out, it immediately attracted widespread attention.

"Xixi and Sister Yan are coming from Modu. It seems their flight was delayed and they will arrive later."

Yang Mi said.

But before he could finish his words, the sound of brisk footsteps was heard in the distance.

Liu Yifei is like a smart little deer, trotting over on stiletto heels, with the ends of her hair stained with morning dew:
"Xiao Mi, you value color"

She suddenly became aware of the eyes around her and stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Didn't we agree to go eat first? Popular restaurants have to line up at 7 o'clock. If you dawdle any longer, you won't even get the chili seeds."

Liu Yifei shook her phone, and on the screen was her carefully collected guide to exploring stores:

“This newly opened store has received great reviews, and they say they use Sichuan peppercorns airlifted from Sichuan.”

Since Deng Ziqi, Zhang Jingying, Shang Wenjie and others responded to Du Sheng's call and posted daily singing practice videos on the TVING platform, they became popular, attracted countless fans and made a lot of money.

Many imitating hosts immediately appeared on the TVING platform and began to shoot various videos.

Liu Yifei and Tang Yan like watching these very much.

Du Sheng grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and the sandalwood Buddhist beads on her wrist were cool:

"Go back to the car first, and I'll perform a magic trick for you—"

He shook the cosmetic bag in his hand, and the metal zipper teeth flashed a cunning light in the sunset:

"I guarantee that even the paparazzi won't be able to recognize you as any of the members of Girls' Generation."

As the business car drove away smoothly, the airport's large screen was playing advertisements from the TVING platform in a loop.

The makeup tutorial that Gao Yuanyuan casually filmed on the platform last month has now spawned hundreds of "beauty bloggers", and Shang Wenjie's jazz dance teaching video has become a hot topic.

Liu Yifei leaned out the car window to watch the neon lights gradually light up outside, and suddenly pointed at an office building and exclaimed:
"Look, cousin! That boiled fish shop is on the thirteenth floor!"

Du Sheng looked at the flickering sign on the upper floor through the privacy glass, and raised the corners of his lips in a mischievous arc:
"After eating hot pot, let's go to the skating rink on the rooftop. Xiao Yan, I remember you broke your tailbone when you did a triple twist last time?"

Tang Yan pretended to strangle him, and the carriage was suddenly filled with the silver bell-like laughter of young girls, which startled the cicadas in the sycamore trees on the side of the road into silence.

“Go ahead——!”

Liu Yifei suddenly jumped up, and her ponytail swept across the back of Du Sheng's neck, bringing with it the refreshing scent of lemon shampoo.

She pulled the strap of her crossbody bag, and the metal buckle hit the glass door with a crisp ding-dong sound:

"I'm going to max out Xiao Mi's diamond card tonight!"

"Why?"

Yang Mi pretended to hold her Chanel handbag and backed away. The crystal nails reflected starlight under the chandelier:

"Someone is half an hour late, and now he wants to be a money-giving boy?"

Having said that, she smiled and rubbed against Du Sheng's arm again, her hair brushing against the sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist, startling a faint scent of agarwood.

Du Sheng was squeezed on the leather seat by the soft beauties on both sides, his left hand was around Yang Mi's slender waist, and Liu Shishi was holding two fingers of his right hand.

Liu Yifei in the front row peeked in the rearview mirror and deliberately lowered the seat back to reveal her graceful swan neck:
"Brother Sheng, please touch me, my primer is almost dry!"

Du Sheng's fingertips touched the fine hair on her earlobe, causing the girl to immediately shrink her shoulders, but still stiffen her neck and let him do what he wanted.

Under the warm yellow overhead light, the skin behind her ears glowed like mother-of-pearl, like the flesh of a freshly peeled lychee soaked with dew.

“This is collecting three-dimensional facial data.”

Du Sheng rubbed the sunburn makeup on her cheekbones with his fingertips:

"I will customize a bionic mask for you in two days. Even the pore texture can be replicated."

He suddenly pinched Liu Yifei's chin and turned her to the side, his fingertips moving along her jawline:
"See? We need some collagen here—"

"ah!"

Liu Shishi suddenly rushed over and covered his mouth, and her face turned red first:
"Don't say that! Xixi has been working lately to film a movie, and her skin is obviously in great condition!"

The scent of gardenia in her hair mixed with the scent of cedar on Du Sheng's collar created a slightly drunken and ambiguous atmosphere in the closed carriage.

Yang Mi took the opportunity to pull out her lipstick box. The metal popped open with a crisp sound like a gun being loaded:
"The newly arrived Death Barbie pink will make sure Brother Sheng can tell at a glance that you are mine."

Liu Shishi stared at the enchanting pink-purple color, her eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly:
"I...I'll try it first! But I have to pair it with your strawberry lip balm!"

Du Sheng looked at the four faces in the rearview mirror that were getting closer and closer, and suddenly he felt his breath getting hot.

The evening breeze swirled around the street corner, carrying the aroma of hot pot, and neon tubes cast colorful halos on the ice rink fence.

When Liu Yifei fell into his arms for the third time, the cherry blossom scent in the girl's hair mixed with the icy coolness, leaving a moist crescent mark on the side of his neck.

"When you fall, remember to protect your face first."

Du Sheng held her slender waist and said with a smile:
“Once the masks are ready, you can go shopping in the night market openly.

Of course, someone has to let me check if there are any hidden spicy noodles first! "

When the show ended at midnight, Yang Mi's strawberry lipstick glowed with a watery luster under the street lights.

The deathly Barbie pink that Liu Shishi had secretly applied was "corrected" by Du Sheng, and turned into just the right peach oolong color.

Four girls squeezed in the back seat of the nanny car, chirping in front of the makeup mirror, like four cuckoos that had just stolen the honey pot.

Du Sheng looked at the dimming neon lights through the front windshield, and suddenly felt that the sweet scent of lipstick lingering on his palm was more scorching than any star tonight.

I spent a night out with a few girls, and then slept soundly all night when I got home. These days are really enjoyable.

.........

(End of this chapter)