Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

Three days after the makeup session, Yang Mi had her first scene.

Gu Heng has no scenes today.

But he still got up very early and leisurely arrived at the film set.

the reason is simple.

It's the first day my little rookie is filming on such a big set. If he doesn't keep an eye on him, I always feel like something bad will happen.

He found an inconspicuous corner to squat in, and if he had a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand, he would have looked even more like an old man watching a play at the village entrance.

In the center of the field.

Yang Mi, dressed in a light yellow costume, sat at the octagonal table in the inn.

It has to be said, this girl's looks are truly stunning.

As long as she doesn't open her mouth and sits quietly, she looks exactly like Guo Xiang who stepped out of the book.

According to the script, this scene does not require any lines.

It purely tests the actors' micro-expression management—their yearning and admiration for the Condor Heroes.

This is what is commonly known as being a fangirl.

This should have been Yang Mi's comfort zone.

After all, when she usually stares blankly at that poster of Daniel Wu, her expression is much more vivid than this.

"Action!"

Director Yu Min gave the order.

Gu Heng's eyelids twitched.

broken.

On the monitor, Yang Mi's smile was stiff and her eyes were darting around, as if she was wondering if she had left the gas on last night.

"Card--!"

Yu Min's roar came from behind the monitor.

"Guo Xiang! What I need is spiritual energy! Do you understand spiritual energy? Is that expression of yours a sign of mourning?"

Gu Heng rubbed his temples.

Ultimately, Yang Mi is just a young girl now, and she is far from becoming the queen of controversy she will become in the future.

Facing dozens of pairs of eyes, it's inevitable to feel a little nervous.

the second time.

Yang Mi tried to force a smile, but it looked worse than a grimace.

"Cut! Do you have a toothache?"

the third time.

"Cut! Eyes! Eyes!"

The staff on site didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Yang Mi, standing in the audience, lowered her head, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes. Her usually bright and lively eyes were now filled with tears of grievance.

Like a little wildcat that's been kicked by someone.

Gu Heng clicked his tongue.

can not watch anymore.

While it's amusing to see your childhood sweetheart get the short end of the stick, if she actually gets yelled at and cries, you're the one who'll feel the most pain.

He dusted himself off and walked straight to the monitor.

"Director Yu, calm down."

Gu Heng handed over a bottle of water with a big smile.

"Could we take a break? I don't mean anything by it, I just want to ask for five minutes of off-court assistance."

Yu Min was on the verge of exploding, but when she saw that it was Gu Heng, her expression softened slightly.

After all, this kid's audition performance that day was too amazing, and he had been sending a lot of things to the crew during this period, so he was somewhat of a "get-out-of-jail-free card" in the crew.

Five minutes.

Yu Min turned on the tap, took a sip of water, and waved her hand dismissively.

"If that doesn't work, you'll have to take this piece of wood back home and rebuild it."

Gu Heng gave an OK sign and walked over to Yang Mi in a few steps.

Without saying a word, he grabbed her cold little hand and dragged her to the base of the wall outside the inn.

"Gu Heng..."

Yang Mi's voice was heavily nasal, and her eyes were red.

"Am I really stupid? Does the director want to replace me?"

"Be more confident, and remove the 'is it'?"

Gu Heng leaned against the wall and said in a smug way.

"With the acting you just did, you'd be perfectly suited to be a wooden post if you weren't an actor."

"you!"

Yang Mi was so angry that she held back her tears and raised her foot to kick him.

"That's right."

Gu Heng grabbed her ankle and casually patted the dust off her skirt.

"Where did that energy go? Can't you just ignore all those people sitting there?"

"But that director is so fierce..." Yang Mi shrank her neck.

"fierce?"

Gu Heng raised an eyebrow and pointed to Yu Min in the distance.

"Just think of him as that old man at the entrance of our alley, who goes shirtless in the summer and wears a thick cotton-padded coat in the winter, and always likes to mooch cigarettes from your dad."

"Think about it, if Grandpa Wang yelled at you, would you be scared?"

Yang Mi imagined that scene.

The director, who had initially looked fierce and menacing, suddenly changed into Grandpa Wang's tattered vest...

"Pfft."

She couldn't help but laugh, and her snot bubble almost burst out laughing.

"Alright, one last move."

Gu Heng glanced at his watch, his expression suddenly turning serious.

Do you know which restaurant I booked tonight?

Yang Mi shook her head blankly.

"Donglaishun. Hand-cut mutton, sesame paste, pickled garlic, and freshly baked sesame flatbread."

Gu Heng recited the names of the dishes in a very slow manner, smacking his lips as he spoke.

Yang Mi's throat bobbed, and her eyes instantly fixed on something.

"but."

Gu Heng changed the subject, leaned close to Yang Mi's ear, and lowered his voice.

"If you mess up again, I'll go eat alone. And I'll take pictures the whole time and send them to you via MMS so you can watch me eat."

"Are you the devil?!"

Yang Mi's eyes widened. "That's my mutton! You dare touch it!"

That instant.

Her eyes changed.

The determination and murderous intent that erupted in order to protect the food were even more intense than Guo Xiang's.

"Keep this feeling in mind."

Gu Heng snapped his fingers and turned to leave.

Five minutes later.

The clapperboard struck again.

Yang Mi sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand.

Her mind wasn't filled with images of the Condor Heroes, but rather with plates of tender mutton bubbling in the pot.

That look of longing and yearning in their eyes was absolutely priceless.

"Okay! Pass!"

Yu Min's voice rang out in surprise.

"That look is spot on! That feeling of a young girl in love is absolutely perfect!"

Gu Heng silently gave a thumbs up from the sidelines.

A girl is pregnant?

Ah, that's a young girl carrying a baby.

……

The difficulty of the dungeon increased on the second day.

It was Gu Heng's turn to make his debut.

Yelü Qi's first encounter with Wanyan Ping is a standard ancient costume action scene.

Action director Zhao Jian was wielding a prop sword with great skill in the center of the arena.

shhhhh--

He twirled his sword, turned and thrust, parried, and then swung it back.

His combo was so smooth and fluid that the surrounding extras were dumbfounded.

After the drill was over, Zhao Jian sheathed his sword and stood still.

He glanced at Gu Heng, who stood to the side and appeared somewhat frail.

"Little Gu, this set of movements has a total of twenty-six moves, it's quite complicated."

"Don't feel pressured. We'll shoot in segments. Let the stunt doubles do the big stunts. You just need to strike a few cool poses and show your face."

In Zhao Jian's eyes, these young heartthrobs are only good-looking in terms of their faces.

If it really comes to knives and guns, you'd be lucky if you didn't kill yourself.

Several stuntmen around him were also preparing their protective gear, clearly ready for their stunt doubles to step in.

Yang Mi, who was watching from the outside, nervously gripped the hem of her clothes, her palms sweating profusely.

Yesterday, Gu Heng helped her pass the test, and today it's his turn. If he uses a stunt double for the first scene, people will definitely gossip.

"Director Zhao."

Gu Heng's voice suddenly rang out.

"The stuntman is working really hard, let him rest for a while."

"I'll do it myself."

The air was silent for a second or two.

Zhao Jian was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard a joke.

"You want to do it yourself? Young man, this isn't calisthenics. Swords don't have eyes; you might hurt your face."

"fine."

Gu Heng smiled and casually took off his coat, revealing the costume underneath.

"If I cut my face, I can save on plastic surgery fees."

Zhao Jian was amused and tossed the sword in his hand toward Gu Heng.

"Fine, you asked for this. Let me make this clear, if your movements aren't up to standard, I'm going to start yelling."

Gu Heng caught the sword with one hand.

The moment he got his hands on it, he closed his eyes.

Deep inside my brain, it felt as if a progress bar was loading rapidly.

Motion capture complete...

[Model building in progress...]

[Yelü Qi module loaded.]

The twenty-six moves that Zhao Jian had just demonstrated were broken down into precise 3D motion frames in his mind.

The rough and unruly air of Zhao Jian was removed, and the noble demeanor that Yelü Qi should have been incorporated.

next second.

Gu Heng opened his eyes.

The atmosphere changed abruptly.

If his demeanor was gentle and refined just now, then at this moment, he was showing his sharp edge.

hum-

The longsword trembled.

Starting stance!

Gu Heng moved.

fast!

It's three points faster than Zhao Jian's demonstration just now!

Thorn, pick, smear, carry.

His movements were swift and decisive, and the pauses he made with each sword strike seemed to perfectly replicate Zhao Jian's movements.

Even the curve of the hem of her dress is just right, making it extremely beautiful.

The stuntmen who were originally waiting to see the joke were now all gaping in astonishment.

No way, buddy, you're really good at this.

This level of proficiency is so high that people would believe it if you said you had practiced martial arts for ten years!

In the corner, Zhang Jizhong, with his big beard, was looking down at the script when he heard the noise and looked up.

And then I never looked away.

"good!"

Before he could even finish the routine, Zhang Jizhong couldn't help but slap his thigh and shout.

The last resort.

He turned around and sheathed his sword.

"Director Zhao, this move doesn't seem that difficult."

Gu Heng looked at Zhao Jian, who had already turned to stone, with a very sincere expression.

"Is it too difficult for me?"

Zhao Jian: "..."

This is what you call not difficult?

Even if you play it again, I might not be able to play it exactly the same as you!

"cough……"

Zhao Jian coughed lightly to hide his surprise.

He patted Gu Heng's shoulder hard, as if he wanted to confirm whether the kid was a robot.

"You've got some nerve, huh? Playing dumb to fool others, huh?"

He turned and shouted at the stunt team leader:

"Get out of here! Get out of here! All the stunt doubles are out! From now on, this kid will do all the action scenes himself! Nobody can take his place!"

The set erupted in laughter and applause.

Gu Heng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Successfully showed off.

He subconsciously looked towards the sidelines.

Yang Mi was sitting in a chair, her hands cupping her face, her big eyes filled with adoration.

It's a complete replica of the way Guo Xiang looked at the Condor Hero in yesterday's scene.

This time, however, it wasn't an act.

Filming is over.

As soon as Gu Heng walked into the rest area, Yang Mi rushed over like a cannonball.

"Wow! Gu Heng, you were so cool just now!"

She circled Gu Heng twice, touching him all over, as if checking if he had any hidden mechanisms.

"Tell me honestly, did you secretly go to the Shaolin Temple for further studies behind my back?"

Gu Heng let her touch him, unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip, and said in a profound and inscrutable manner.

"That's called talent, understand?"

"I don't believe it! I want to learn too!"

Yang Mi tugged at his sleeve and acted coquettishly.

"Teach me! Teach me! I want to learn that 'whoosh' sword-sheathing motion, it's so cool!"

Gu Heng looked down at her, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Want to learn?"

Yang Mi nodded frantically.

"Okay."

Gu Heng extended a finger and gently flicked her smooth forehead.

"Tuition fees are very expensive."

"You're paying for the hot pot tonight."

"what?"

Yang Mi covered her forehead, looking pained.

"Then...can I just learn half of the move?"

What do you think?