From unemployment in crosstalk to top star in Chinese entertainment

Yu Liang turned her head away, laughing so hard her shoulders shook: "What did I say? I didn't say anything!"

"That expression of yours! That expression said it all!"

"What did I say? I just said Master won't let me practice anymore, what are you thinking?"

"You—!" Wang Chu, enraged, grabbed another cushion and threw it at him. "All you ever think about is this stuff!"

"I just told them I couldn't practice anymore."

"You still dare to talk back!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Yu Liang raised his hands in surrender. "I'll be serious for once."

"Then be serious."

"Okay, okay, I'll be serious." Yu Liang put his hand down.

After the two joked around for a while, Wang Churan sat down again.

"Yu Liang," she suddenly became serious, "do you think I can play the role of Ye Ling'er well?"

"I've never played this type of role before. Ye Ling'er is the daughter of a military family, knows martial arts, and has a cool and straightforward personality. I'm afraid I won't be able to portray that kind of spirit."

Yu Liang glanced at her.

"Have you ever practiced physical training?" Yu Liang asked.

"Yes, we've practiced it; it's part of our professional courses."

Have you studied martial arts?

"I haven't studied it."

Yu Liang thought for a moment, then stood up.

"stand up."

"what?"

"Let me teach you a few tricks."

Wang Churan looked up at him: "Now?"

"What else? Wait until you're on set to learn? What if the director yells 'action' and you can't even hold a sword properly? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Wang Churan hesitated for a moment, then stood up.

Yu Liang walked to the middle of the open space and turned to face her.

"Ye Ling'er uses a sword, right?"

"right."

Yu Liang remembered that he still had a lightsaber in his suitcase, which he used to film cross-dressing videos.

"Then let's start with holding the sword."

Yu Liang made a sword-holding gesture, his right hand loosely clenched with the tiger's mouth facing upwards.

"The pressure should be enough to hold an egg without breaking it."

"An egg cannot be broken by holding it in one hand."

"Uh... well, just pretend you're holding a bird's egg."

Wang Churan: "..."

Yu Liang: "Anyway, that's the gist of it."

Wang Churan mimicked his movements, gripping the sword in his right hand.

"so?"

"Pull your thumb in a little more."

Yu Liang walked over and reached out to adjust her fingers.

"Yes, that's it. You see, you're holding on too tightly, relax."

When his fingers touched the back of her hand, Wang Churan stiffened slightly, but did not pull away.

"Then comes the most basic rapier."

Yu Liang took two steps back and made a standard stabbing motion.

Wang Churan stared blankly.

"Give it a try."

She mimicked Yu Liang's movements, took a step forward, and thrust out with her right hand.

"Use your waist, not your arms."

Yu Liang walked behind her and placed his hands on her waist.

"Look, your back is stiff."

Wang Churan was supported by his waist, and his whole body was taut.

"relax."

Yu Liang patted her side, "When you get nervous, you do all the wrong things."

Wang Churan's ears turned red again.

She moved forward with both hands without making a mistake, and thrust her sword forward again, accidentally triggering the lightsaber's switch.

"Hey? Yu Liang, your sword can glow!"

-

"16th floor, 1603."

Guo Qilin lived upstairs, and he remembered that Yu Liang had told him this room number and location.

"Ah Qiu!"

Whether it's a cold or an allergic reaction to the air, Guo Qilin has been sneezing ever since he arrived in Duyun, Qiannan.

This made his nose itchy, so he couldn't help but rub it a couple more times. In the reflection of his phone, he noticed that his nose was red from rubbing.

"This should be it."

Guo Qilin found the corresponding room number and was about to knock when he heard strange noises from inside.

"It's not done yet, Liang-ge, my arm is killing me."

……

"Want to try a different position?"

"Don't pull it out so fast!"

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Brother Liang, please slow down, I beg you, please don't do it again..."

"Chu Ran, just hang in there a little longer, I'm almost done."

……

"No... this... is it really that exciting?"

Guo Qilin stood at the door.

My brother's speed is much faster than a tongue twister.

At this rate, after the mouth is pierced, they'll probably start the enema by now...

"Is it appropriate for me to stand like this?"

"Why do I suddenly want to sing A-Du's songs?"

No, maybe they were just going over the script inside?

"No, Teng Zijing and Ye Ling'er shouldn't have any scenes together, right?"

"Brother, please open the door, brother. I can't cover for you anymore, brother."

"If you keep ignoring your brother's life like this, he'll post you on some gossip website, bro."

Guo Qilin never expected that he would unintentionally become a part of their play.

Guo Qilin felt his nose get even redder, as red as a joker.

……

Inside the room at this moment.

"Yu Liang, um... could you close the curtains first?"

"It's all been exposed."

"That's strange, why do I hear someone calling me?"

Yu Liang thought to himself, "Could it be that Da Lin has arrived?"

"Never mind, let's finish filming this scene first."

Yu Liang picked up his phone again and took a picture of Wang Churan in his lightsaber costume.

"This costume change looks simple, but it's really troublesome to film."

"My arms are getting sore from holding it up like that," Wang Churan complained.

……

"It's done! Don't you think it creates a great atmosphere?"

Yu Liang turned on the light and showed the finished product to Wang Churan.

"You look quite good in that black suspender lightsaber costume."

"Hmph, you don't need to tell me."

Wang Churan naively thought that Yu Liang was praising her outfit.

For the sake of the photoshoot, she had already taken off her trench coat and cardigan.

The two were very close together.

Wang Churan's height was just right against Yu Liang's chest.

Water overflows when it's full, and the moon becomes even rounder and fuller when it's full, especially with Wang Churan wearing a low-cut halter top.

Yu Liang looked down at everything.

Ok,

She can be considered to have "fully revealed her roundness".

"Made with high-quality materials, much better than those fraudulent padding cores."

"What kind of padding scam?"

"Yu Liang, go to hell!"

-

The next day, on the film set.

Yu Liang and Guo Qilin have a brief scene together.

After the shoot, the two sat on folding chairs in the rest area to relax.

Yu Liang suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Guo Qilin.

"By the way, Dalin, didn't you say you were coming to play mahjong with me last night? I've been waiting for you all night, why haven't you come yet?"

Guo Qilin was scrolling through his phone when his finger paused for a moment.

He didn't look up.

"Yeah. I was delayed because I sneezed on the way."

The voice was very calm.

Yu Liang: "Did a sneeze delay you?"

"No, why is your nose so red?"

Guo Qilin subconsciously touched his nose.

Looking through the phone, it was indeed still red.

The makeup artist asked me the same question this morning.

Guo Qilin glanced at Yu Liang:

"I don't have a cold, I just came into contact with something dirty last night."

-

three days later.

Filming of Teng Zijing's scenes continues. Today's scene is in a side hall of the Fan family mansion in the capital, where Teng Zijing "repays" Fan Xian's kindness.

"Scene 52, Shot 1, First Take: Action!"

Teng Zijing stood in front of Fan Xian, his back ramrod straight, his expression stiff.

"I owe you a life, young master. How about this, I'll kill someone for you."