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"Three, two, one, Action!"

The clapperboard fell crisply.

The blower started at full power, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swept into the air.

Her black robes fluttered, and her dark hair swept wildly.

In the shot, Fang Yu stands sideways in the wind, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Draw your sword!

Parry!

Turn around!

Throat slit!

The moment Wu Zheng attacked with his sword, Fang Yu took a half-step back and turned around, his body close to the blade.

His movements were as graceful as a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan.

next second.

The sword's edge came to a steady stop three inches in front of Wu Zheng's throat.

Not a penny more.

Not a penny less.

Fang Yu had no lines, and his face showed no extra expression.

But that chilling, murderous aura was already emanating from the camera lens.

It was as if if he had moved forward just half an inch more, this scene would have turned from a movie into a criminal case.

"good!"

"Pass!"

He Zheng stood up directly from behind the monitor.

He didn't even bother to grab his walkie-talkie; his voice had already echoed throughout the entire photography studio.

Four camera positions were shooting simultaneously.

Wide shots, close-ups of faces, tracking shots, and side profile shots.

One take!

No additional shots were taken.

No position was adjusted.

Even He Zheng, a director known for his meticulous attention to detail, couldn't find any fault with it.

Wu Zheng sheathed his sword, steadied himself, and rubbed his numb wrist.

In that brief moment of confrontation, he even forgot that the person standing opposite him was a newcomer making his first film.

The sense of oppression emanating from Fang Yu was too real.

This kind of camera control is something many actors who have been acting for over a decade might not possess!

The studio was silent for several seconds.

The staff members stared with their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

Before filming started in the morning, they treated Fang Yu as a "box office mascot" that He Zheng had invited.

If you can draw your sword in a cool way and contribute a few promotional photos, your mission is complete.

Let's look at it again now.

mascot?

Whose mascot can suppress a triple-crown film emperor with a single sword strike?

If this scene is included in the final cut, it will definitely be a huge hit after its release.

It might even become the most memorable scene in the entire film!

……

Noon.

The film crew served meals on time.

"Hey handsome, give me two boxed lunches!"

"Add two extra spoonfuls of glass noodles, and pour more broth!"

Fang Yu had already changed out of his costume and was wearing a loose sweatshirt, but the ancient costume wig was still stuck to his head.

A modern hoodie paired with an ancient high ponytail.

This design is as abstract as it gets.

He himself didn't care at all, and enthusiastically mingled among the stagehands and extras in line.

It's not easy to come to the film and television city.

An actor's performance seems incomplete without squatting on the curb and eating a boxed lunch.

The staff member in charge of serving the food clearly didn't expect that the nation's top celebrity would come over with a tray to add rice noodles.

He paused for two seconds before quickly serving Fang Yu two full spoonfuls.

Is that enough?

"That's enough, that's enough. We can't close the lids if there are any more."

Fang Yu accepted the two greasy aluminum foil lunch boxes with satisfaction.

Just as he was getting ready to find a lucky spot to show off, someone suddenly grabbed the back of his collar.

"Xiao Fang, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Come with me."

He Zheng, with a stern face, dragged him toward the director's private rest trailer.

"Hey, hey!"

"Director He, please be gentle!"

Fang Yu held the lunchbox tightly with both hands, shouting and yelling all the way.

"I'm eating!"

"The braised pork is going to spill!"

"There are freshly stewed pork ribs and braised beef in the RV; you'll definitely get some!"

He Zheng shoved him into the car in a huff.

"Bang!"

The car door closed, instantly shutting out the noise outside.

The living room in the RV isn't very big.

Four main dishes, a mix of meat and vegetables, were laid out on the wooden table in the middle, with two cans of iced cola next to them.

Fang Yu didn't stand on ceremony at all.

He plopped down in the booth, placed the boxed lunch brought in from outside on the table, broke open the disposable chopsticks, and first picked up a large piece of braised beef and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Um."

He chewed a few times and then gave a serious critique.

"This beef is braised quite authentically."

"It's only slightly inferior to my skills."

He Zheng opened a can of cola and sat down opposite him.

She didn't say anything, just stared straight at him.

That gaze was unnaturally intense.

Fang Yu slowed down his eating.

He quietly moved further into the booth and pulled his hoodie collar up a little.

"Wait a minute, Director He."

Fang Yu put down his chopsticks, looking wary.

"Back in Huairou, you only asked me to make a cameo appearance in two plays."

"We've agreed that I'll provide the actors, and you'll provide the roles—a purely artistic collaboration."

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

He shrank back even further.

"Let me make it clear in advance, I perform, I don't sell my body."

"If you're going to engage in workplace shady dealings, I'm not playing along anymore."

"puff!"

He Zheng almost spat out a mouthful of cola onto his face.

He coughed several times, grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, and his eyes widened in anger.

"Can't you say something serious for once?"

"You think I'd take advantage of a grown man like you?!"

Fang Yu chuckled and picked up the lunchbox again.

"Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood."

"I'm new here and have no idea how deep or shallow the film and television industry is."

"With that look you gave me, like I was looking at braised pork, who wouldn't panic?"

"Stop arguing with me!"

He Zheng took a deep breath and put the cola back on the table.

The smile and scolding on his face disappeared.

He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees, and looked intently at Fang Yu.

"Seriously."

"When I watched the 'Mohe Dance Hall' music video, I felt that you had a lot of talent in front of the camera and a natural ability to tell stories."

Fang Yu lowered his head and ate a mouthful of rice without saying a word.

He Zheng continued:

"But after filming these scenes this morning, I realized that I had underestimated you."

"Wu Zheng told me this himself when we finished work just now."

"The sense of oppression you exuded in that action scene was even more direct than when he acted opposite Chen Daoming."

Fang Yu swallowed the rice and raised an eyebrow.

"Brother Zheng is just taking care of the newcomer, he's deliberately giving me a pushover."

"You actually believed that?"

"Don't try to fool me!"

He Zheng waved his hand, interrupting him directly.

"We won't make empty promises to you."

He Zheng stared at Fang Yu, his tone becoming increasingly serious.

"I've been making action movies for twenty years."

"I wouldn't say I'm never wrong when it comes to judging actors, but I'm pretty accurate most of the time."

"Xiao Fang, with your figure, your face, and your on-screen presence, it would be a disservice to the national audience if you didn't seriously star in a few productions."

Fang Yu didn't rush to reply.

He had indeed been waiting for He Zheng to bring up this topic.

But we'll wait.

Especially at this time, it's crucial not to appear overly eager.

He Zheng paused for a moment before making his point clear.

"So, that proposal you mentioned in Huairou, regardless of whether it ultimately comes to fruition."

"I really hope that you will be the male lead in my next film."

Fang Yu finally put down his chopsticks.

He took a tissue and slowly wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth.

"Director He, please don't speak so confidently."

"My notebook..."

Fang Yu looked up at him.

"You may not be able to direct it."