Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

At this moment, Su Wei, who had made preparations, also arrived at the center of the field.

Because he was under the studio lights, his appearance was even more striking at that moment.

Her long, fiery red hair reached her waist, and her face was adorned with a heavy makeup look that the makeup artist had gone through three rounds of revisions to finalize.

The shading on the brow bone and jawline is very deep, making the lines of the whole face very sharp, as if it were carved with a knife.

The black armor she wore was also specially designed by the styling team.

The shoulder pads are high and the waist belt is tight, making a soft rubbing sound when walking.

The stylist followed behind, bending down to finally adjust the cape on his back, smoothing out the two folds before stepping back.

Su Wei stood there, and for a moment, many staff members in the shed looked over.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that the way he stands there in that outfit gives off a sense of oppression.

Liang Shengquan stood up from in front of the monitor and walked to Su Wei.

He took the script and told Su Wei his requirements:

"Su Wei, remember one thing about today's scene."

Su Wei looked up and listened carefully.

"Chonglou came to find Jingtian not just to fight."

Liang Shengquan said, "He came to see Fei Peng."

He searched for a long time, finally sensed his presence, and followed him to take a look—

Wait, something's not right.

He pointed to Hugo, who was moving around in the attic: "Look at him."

Su Wei looked in that direction.

Hu Ge was squatting on the stairs, demonstrating a move to the martial arts instructor, and exaggeratedly shrank his neck.

"See?"

Liang Shengquan continued.

"What Chonglou saw was him—a glib-tongued pawnshop clerk."

This is not the same General Fei Peng who fought him for thousands of years without a clear victor.

He paused, then looked into Su Wei's eyes: "So you came here not just to fight."

When you look into his eyes later, you should look inward.

Then, when you finally see things clearly, you realize that this person is not the one you're looking for at all, and that sense of disappointment arises.

No need for a big expression, just a little disappointment is enough.

Su Wei was silent for a moment, going over those words in her mind, and then said:

"Understood, Director Liang."

Liang Shengquan glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned back to the monitor.

He sat down and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Each group, report your status."

"The lights are on."

"The recording is complete."

"Actors in position."

Hu Ge had already taken his position, his face now displaying Jing Tian's signature roguish expression.

Su Wei walked to the other side of the attic, and the martial arts instructor checked his position one last time before leaving.

Liang Shengquan looked at the screen on the monitor.

On one side was the red-haired demon lord in black armor, and on the other was the pawnshop clerk with his neck hunched over.

He was very satisfied with the composition.

He pressed the intercom:

"All departments, prepare—Action!"

As soon as Liang Shengquan shouted "Action!", everyone in the studio turned their attention to the monitors and the scene.

At this moment, the Yong'an Pawnshop set is filled to the brim with pawnshop counters, scattered copper coins, and overturned benches that the prop team had set up in advance.

Jing Tian scrambled out from behind the counter, shouting in a distorted voice.

He stumbled, bumped his shoulder against the railing, and stumbled forward several steps before frantically running towards the stairs.

Before I could run two steps, a dark shadow cut into the frame from the right.

Su Wei's figure landed in front of Jing Tian, ​​her foot slamming onto the wooden floor.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements, but simply took a step forward, blocking Jing Tian's escape route completely.

The studio lights shone down from above at an angle, casting a cold glow on the edges of his black armor. His red hair swayed slightly backward under the influence of the blower, and the whole person standing there was like an immovable iron tower.

Hugo reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and leaning back slightly.

His expression instantly changed from "running desperately" to "it's over, I can't escape."

The transition between the two emotions was very natural.

He instinctively resisted, his lips moved twice, but he didn't utter his lines.

This wasn't acting; it was something the director had requested beforehand.

The director said that when Jingtian first saw Chonglou's true form, his mind should be completely blank.

Su Wei raised her right arm and, following the movement trajectory pre-arranged by the martial arts instructor, swung it forward in an arc from the right side of her body.

The action itself is very simple.

There were no special effects, no airflow, and the only sound in the studio was the slight clinking of his armor plates.

But everyone knows that a blade of energy will be added to the trajectory of this arc later on.

Therefore, Su Wei's pace cannot be too fast; it must be moderate, leaving room for post-production editing and special effects.

The wire crew had already stretched the steel wires taut.

Hu Ge was tied with a rope around his waist. The moment Su Wei swung his arm into position, the wire harness operator pulled the control handle backward, with the force and angle adjusted in advance.

Hugo was pulled off the ground, his body leaned back, and his arms involuntarily spread out, falling along the predetermined parabola towards the soft mat behind him.

He landed on his buttocks first, then slumped onto the mat in a very awkward position.

The camera immediately zoomed in, giving Hu Ge a close-up of his face.

His eyes widened in panic, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.

He then rolled over on the mat, covered his buttocks with his hands, and jumped up and down while rubbing them.

His facial expressions swirled between pain and fear, vividly portraying Jing Tian's roguish charm.

"Click!"

Liang Shengquan's voice came from behind the monitor.

He didn't speak immediately, but watched the playback again, tapped his fingers twice on the control panel, and then picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Hugo, your reaction after the fall was fine, keep it."

He continued, "Su Wei, slow down those two steps you take when you close in. Make sure you're steady."

Su Wei stood still, caught her breath, and nodded.

Liang Shengquan got up and walked over, standing in Su Wei's starting position, and personally demonstrated by taking two steps:

"Look, you block his path from this position, and then move forward."

There's no need to rush to block him; it would be too easy for you.

You need to put pressure on Jing Tian.

No need to chase or rush, but your pace must be slow and steady. What you need to do is make him feel your strength.

"We'll add a halo effect behind you in post-production; if you move too fast, the special effects won't blend well."

Su Wei nodded to indicate that she understood, and then returned to the starting position.

The stagehands rearranged the mats.

Hu Ge got up from the mat, brushed the sawdust off his costume, and walked back to the counter to wait for filming to resume.

"All departments are back in place. One more step."

Liang Shengquan sat back down in front of the monitor.

…………

This simple shot was filmed five times.

It wasn't because anyone made a big mistake, but because Liang Shengquan demanded perfection.

This shot includes not only the action of falling, but also close-ups of the face and wire work.

There's also the issue of the two people's positioning and rhythm; if any part is off, the overall effect will be off.

If the angle of the fall is too far, it has to be restarted; if the wire is a second too early, it has to be restarted; if Su Wei's steps are too fast, it has to be restarted.