After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

"Imagine you are now exhausted and kneeling on one knee. An enemy's sword comes down from above, and you raise your spear overhead with both hands to block it."

"Then, using the core strength of your waist and abdomen, you rise directly, unify your waist and stance, and turn to thrust horizontally. With just this one movement, I only look at the stability of your rise and the power of your thrust."

After the demonstration, Old Wang handed over the white wax spear.

Sister Hui gasped as she looked at the thick wooden pole.

Others may not know, but as her agent, she knows it best.

Before her debut, Ye Wanxing was a formally trained classical dancer who had practiced classical dance for ten years.

In terms of physical flexibility, coordination, and muscle memory, she is absolutely outstanding among actresses of her generation.

Back when she first debuted, these kinds of transitional movements would have been a piece of cake for Ye Wanxing, who had a background in dance.

But the problem is, things are different now!

In the past five years, in order to cater to the market and maintain that unhealthy "paper-thin" figure, Ye Wanxing has been eating cat food all year round, which has long since made her so weak that she is deficient in both qi and blood and has lost all her core strength.

Normally, if you squat for a long time and then stand up, you will feel dizzy and your vision will go black. Now, you have to kneel on one knee and then lift a heavy white wax gun weighing dozens of kilograms and suddenly exert force to stand up.

This is practically playing with someone's life! A sudden, violent movement could cause a sudden drop in blood pressure, shock, and collapse to the ground!

"Mr. Li, Director Zhang, isn't this asking too much of us?"

Sister Hui couldn't hold back any longer and quickly stepped in front of Ye Wanxing to save face.

"Wanxing is wearing a tight-fitting suit and high heels today. How is she supposed to move like that? What if she twists her ankle..."

"Just take your shoes off."

Ye Wanxing's voice rang out calmly.

She reached out and pulled away Sister Hui who was blocking her way, then took a step forward herself.

She bent down and decisively took off her two high heels, then casually kicked them aside.

I walked barefoot on the thick carpet in the conference room.

Then, she took off her black casual suit jacket and threw it on the back of the chair, leaving only a close-fitting shirt.

She reached up and rolled up the sleeves above her elbows, revealing her slender arms.

The men in the conference room straightened up slightly as they saw her completely unpretentious demeanor.

Ye Wanxing walked up to Old Wang, stretched out her hands, and took the white wax spear.

The wooden pole was indeed very heavy. If it were her before, just holding this pole level would have made her arm tremble uncontrollably due to muscle weakness.

But today, the moment she gripped the gun barrel, her hands were remarkably steady.

Ye Wanxing took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and quickly went through the actions that Lao Wang had just demonstrated in her mind.

Ye Wanxing opened her eyes, her gaze sharpening.

She took a half step back with her right leg, her knee landing firmly on the carpet, assuming a defensive kneeling position.

The squatting motion was extremely fast and steady. Sister Hui, standing beside her, was so frightened her heart almost stopped, fearing that she would turn pale and collapse at any moment.

But Ye Wanxing's vision was unusually clear.

She gripped the gun barrel with both hands, raised it above her head, and made a solid blocking motion.

"rise!"

She silently recited it in her heart.

The core muscles in the waist and abdomen, which have been dormant for many years, tighten instantly.

She used one leg to propel herself up, and like a taut spring, she sprang up from the carpet.

The moment she stood up, she used her bare feet to twist her body on the carpet, a movement that was both light and explosive.

With waist and stance in perfect harmony, he propelled his shoulders and arms forward with a powerful thrust, carrying the heavy white wax spear in his hand.

"Whoosh—"

A clear whooshing sound echoed through the air.

Ye Wanxing maintained her horizontal thrusting posture, her back ramrod straight.

Although his breathing was slightly heavy due to the sudden burst of energy, his eyes were frighteningly bright, like a ferocious beast whose bloodlust had been truly unleashed.

The conference room fell into a deathly silence.

The bespectacled man, who was expecting a laugh, opened his mouth slightly, and the pen he was holding slipped from his hand and fell to the table with a soft thud.

A hint of undisguised amazement flashed in the eyes of martial arts instructor Lao Wang.

The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the technique. This rising, horizontal thrust is not only precise but also extremely beautiful.

Old Wang could tell at a glance that this person had definitely received long-term professional physical training, coupled with abundant core strength, which was why they could make a stiff martial arts move look so pleasing to the eye and so menacing.

This is something that girls who can't even open a mineral water bottle cap shouldn't be able to do.

"good!"

Director Zhang leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Mr. Li, is there anything else you want to try?" Director Zhang asked in a calm tone, but the meaning behind his words was already very clear.

The bespectacled man snapped out of his daze, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

"That's all." The bespectacled man shook his head, his gaze towards Ye Wanxing now showing genuine respect.

"I didn't expect that Teacher Ye not only has excellent acting skills, but also such a solid foundation in dance. Her physical fitness and coordination also exceeded my expectations. I think no one is more suitable for this role than her."

"Okay, it's settled then."

Director Zhang stood up and made the final decision.

"Sister Hui, go and go with the contract. Be on set on time next Monday."

It wasn't until Director Zhang finished speaking that Sister Hui felt her legs go weak.

She quickly grabbed the edge of the table for support and repeatedly replied, "Yes, Director Zhang, no problem, Director Zhang!"

Ye Wanxing sheathed her spear and handed it back to Lao Wang. She walked back to her seat, put on her high heels, and slipped on her suit jacket.

She gave a slight bow to the crowd, then turned and walked out of the conference room.

……

Half an hour later, in the underground parking garage.

The car door slammed shut with a "whoosh".

Sister Hui carefully put the newly signed letter of intent into the innermost compartment of her briefcase and zipped it up.

After doing all this, she collapsed completely into the chair, looking like a lump of mud.

"My dear aunt, you really put my heart on a tightrope today."

Sister Hui looked at Ye Wanxing, who was wiping her hands with a wet wipe, and her voice was still trembling.

"The way you suddenly stood up from your knees with that white waxwood stick just now, I even mentally went over the words for calling an ambulance. Where did you get that kind of incredible strength?"

Ye Wanxing leaned back in her chair, her face flushed.

After completing that set of extremely powerful movements, her forehead and back were indeed covered in sweat, but she didn't experience the usual feeling of panic and exhaustion after being overworked.

On the contrary, my stomach still felt comfortable, and my hands and feet were warm.

The foundation provided by that plate of minced meat stuffed tofu truly sustained her energy expenditure.

"The foundation is still there. As long as there is enough physical strength, the movements will naturally follow."

Ye Wanxing turned to look out the window, a relaxed smile on her lips.

Sister Hui sat up straight and carefully examined Ye Wanxing, her eyes becoming very serious.

"Wanxing, there's no one else in this car. Tell me the truth." Sister Hui lowered her voice, her tone full of inquiry.

"Where did you eat lunch? What did you eat?"