HuaYu14: Female celebrities are going too fast.

"Okay, take a break, we'll practice again later!"

Zhou Xun nodded, put away the wooden sword, and sat down on the bench.

Meng Ziyi leaned the wooden sword aside and sat down on the bench, but there was a person's distance between them.

She was panting, her forehead stray hairs soaked with sweat and clinging to her skin.

She didn't bother with her appearance and tilted her head back to gulp down several mouthfuls of water, which dripped down her chin into the ditch.

The two sat quietly for a while, with only the shouts of Coach Chen, Yang Xuwen, and Li Yitong heard in the training room.

Meng Ziyi glanced at Zhou Xun secretly, noticing his clean and sharp profile.

Sweat dripped down his jawline, but he didn't wipe it away; he just let it drip onto his collar.

"You're sweating," Meng Ziyi couldn't help but say.

Zhou Xun turned his head to look at her: "Everyone sweats."

"I... I mean, wipe your sweat." Meng Ziyi pulled out a pack of tissues from her pocket, took one out, and handed it to her.

Zhou Xun took the tissue, casually wiped it on his forehead a couple of times, then clutched it in his hand without throwing it away.

"You're quite thoughtful."

Meng Ziyi felt a little embarrassed by his words, stuffed the tissue back into her pocket, and muttered:

"What's so thoughtful about that? What girl doesn't carry tissues?"

She thought for a moment and then said, "I remember, when I was a freshman eating in the cafeteria, a boy came up to me and asked me for a tissue."

"Really?" Zhou Xun smiled. "Looks like you're quite popular at school!"

"That's right!" Meng Ziyi shook her head. "I'm the undisputed beauty queen of Beijing Film Academy."

"Publicly acknowledged?" Zhou Xun looked at her. "Isn't that just something out of a novel?"

"Tch." Meng Ziyi glanced at him. "Back then, we had a special school beauty pageant."

She continued triumphantly, "I was elected by a landslide!"

Zhou Xun smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

"Actually, it's not that amazing." After being praised by Zhou Xun, Meng Ziyi became reserved.

Just then, a muffled thud came from Yang Xuwen's side.

Zhou Xun and Meng Ziyi turned their heads at the same time, only to see that the wooden sword in Yang Xuwen's hand had somehow flown out of her hand and made a crisp sound as it hit the mirror wall at the edge of the field.

Old Chen's face darkened: "Yang Xuwen, you can't even hold a sword properly? A professionally trained swordsman? Learn from Zhou Xun, he could fight me to a standstill!"

"How much older are you than him? Is that even fair?"

Yang Xuwen's face turned pale and then red. She picked up the wooden sword and muttered, "My hand slipped."

But his gaze bypassed Old Chen and landed directly on Zhou Xun, his eyes seeming to say:

What's so great about it?

Zhou Xun calmly withdrew his gaze and said to Meng Ziyi, "Let's start practicing again in ten minutes."

Meng Ziyi nodded. She also noticed Yang Xuwen's gaze and asked somewhat uneasily:

"Does that Yang Xuwen have a problem with you?"

"It's normal to have opinions," Zhou Xun said calmly. "You know about my last film."

"He's afraid that I, the second male lead, will steal the spotlight."

"Are you scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" Zhou Xun glanced at her. "We're all filming this together. No one can just steal the spotlight. The audience knows what they're talking about."

Looking at his profile, Meng Ziyi thought this man had become even more handsome. She asked, half-jokingly:

"Will you try to steal my spotlight in the future?"

Zhou Xun turned his head to look at her, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly:

"If you perform well, you won't be robbed of the spotlight. If you don't perform well, I won't have to fight for you; the audience will change the channel on their own."

Meng Ziyi pouted: "You really have a hard way with your words."

Honest advice is hard to swallow!

Ten minutes later, Zhou Xun said to Meng Ziyi:

"I'll teach you how to turn and slash your sword in a bit. This move requires a lot of core strength, so sit down and stretch first."

Meng Ziyi nodded obediently.

Zhou Xun demonstrated two stretching exercises for her: the cobra pose and the child's pose.

Meng Ziyi has a great figure, especially her waist-to-hip ratio; she has a slim waist and a perky bottom.

She was wearing tight-fitting clothes today, and the rounded curves of her hips started to expand outwards from her narrowest waist and then disappeared into the mat.

Zhou Xun touched his nose, his eyes darting around.

After completing several sets, Zhou Xun felt it was about time and began teaching Meng Ziyi swordsmanship.

And so, Zhou Xun trained Meng Ziyi for more than ten days.

One evening, Zhou Xun was in the nanny van returning to the hotel.

Su Qingci handed him the contract for the role: "Boss, they're asking for two million over there."

Zhou Xun nodded, took the contract, glanced at it and, finding no problems, signed it.

Two million is a lot, the same as the actress's salary. You should know that Meng Ziyi only received one million.

If Zhou Xun were a newcomer, Guo Jingyu definitely wouldn't have offered such a high price, but he's now considered a newcomer at Xiaohong, having reached the threshold of third-tier status.

The most important thing is that Zhou Xun's starring roles in "God of War" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are of the same type.

At that time, both those who like Zhou Xun and those who dislike Zhou Xun will come to see what's going on.

Guo Jingyu only set such a high price after considering all the above factors.

Zhou Xun handed the contract back. Looking at Zhou Xun's calm and composed face, Su Qingci admired him even more.

Some people never earn two million in their entire lives, yet this young man in his early twenties is so calm in the face of such a sum of money.

The van stopped in the hotel's underground parking lot. Zhou Xun got out of the car and went upstairs alone.

Just as he got on the elevator, Naza called. Zhou Xun put on his headphones and pressed the answer button.

The elevator slowly ascended: "Zhou...you...alcohol..."

"Ding!"

When they arrived at their destination, the elevator doors opened, and Zhou Xun stepped out. The call interface on his phone screen had disappeared, displaying "Call interrupted."

He stood in the corridor for a few seconds, and when the signal was restored, Naza's call came in immediately.

"How did it break?" Naza's voice was filled with anxiety.

"The signal was bad in the elevator just now." Zhou Xun walked to the room door, swiped his card, and pushed the door open. "How's it going on your end?"

Naza exhaled a breath of stale air, looking somewhat tired in the camera's view: "Just finished work, and I'm removing my makeup in the dressing room now."

"And you? Are you tired from training today?"

Zhou Xun entered the room, inserted his card, turned on the lights, and found another person on the bed.

Fan Xiaopang had entered his room at some point and was now smiling and waving at Zhou Xun.

Seeing that Zhou Xun remained silent, Na Zha asked, "Zhou Xun, are you listening again? Did you get stuck again?"

Zhou Xun remained calm, silently closing the door and leaning against the bed.

"Is it stuck? Is it fixed now?"

He took off his headphones and turned on speakerphone: "What did you just say?"

Naza repeated it again, and Zhou Xun patiently explained:

"It's okay, I'm not too tired."

Zhou Xun has patience, but Fan Xiaopang doesn't.

She took off her coat, revealing her stockings, and then quietly got into bed, positioned herself outside the camera's view, and began to step on Zhou Xun.

"How could I not be tired?" Naza said coquettishly, "You just know how to say nice things to make me not worry."

"Tell me if you're tired!"

Upon hearing Na Zha's words, Fan Xiaopang stopped stepping on Zhou Xun and instead quietly reached out to zip up his jacket.

She would occasionally look up at Zhou Xun, like a fox afraid of being caught stealing food.

At this moment, Zhou Xun was busy making phone calls, so she could play by herself for a while.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xun's next words were: "I'm really a bit tired, I want to take a shower and go to bed!"

"That's more like it!" Naza's lips curved into a smile. "Then you should go and rest first! I'll call you again tomorrow."

"good!"

"I love you!" Naza ended the call with a final kiss.

Zhou Xun tossed his phone aside, patted Fan Xiaopang's hair, and gave a wicked smile:

"You've come at the perfect time."

Fan Xiaopang raised her head, gazing seductively at Zhou Xun, her hands moving non-stop as she reached inside.

After pulling the bamboo shoots out by the roots, we started stir-frying them!

P.S.: The photo is under review.