He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Yuan Jun's hand fell.

Ye Mo made a move.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot, and his whole body sprang out like a spring compressed to its limit.

The left fist feinted past Fan Shaohuang's eyes, while the right leg followed, the knee aimed straight for the opponent's waist and abdomen.

ruthless.

fast.

Don't die.

This is what Yuan Jun meant by "wildness".

But Ye Mo's performance was even more impressive than Yuan Jun's demonstration.

Fan Shaohuang dodged to the side, using his left hand to block and deflect the force of the knee strike.

According to the rehearsal, his counterattack should be followed by Ye Mo's block, and then the next move should follow.

But in that instant, Fan Shaohuang met Ye Mo's eyes.

Those eyes were red.

It's not a flushed red, it's a...excited red.

Feng Yuxiu was smiling.

He laughed like a child, and like a madman. That kind of laughter wasn't acted; it came from the very marrow of his bones.

It was as if he wasn't filming a movie, but really fighting, and genuinely wanting to win.

Fan Shaohuang's mind went blank for a moment.

His hand was a beat too slow.

Fortunately, his muscle memory from years of training saved him.

His right fist flew out along the rehearsal route, grazing past Ye Mo's ear.

Ye Mo quickly pulled back and elbowed him in the chest.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The movement was precise, and the force was controlled. But Fan Shaohuang knew that he had almost failed to catch it just now.

It wasn't because the movements were difficult, but because Ye Mo's aura was too strong.

It was so strong that his body instinctively generated a "danger" signal.

……

There was another person standing on the side of the field, I don't know when.

Zeng Zidan.

He held a cup of tea in his hand, standing next to Chen Desheng, his eyes fixed on the center of the venue.

He never watches other people film. He doesn't have the time or the interest.

But the "stun" Ye Mo gave him this morning has been lingering in his mind ever since.

He wanted to see just how capable this kid really was.

Now he sees it.

"How is it?" Chen Desheng asked him, tilting his head with a slight smile.

Zeng Zidan didn't speak, and watched for a few more seconds.

Then he took a sip of tea and said in a low voice, "This kid is definitely going to be famous."

Chen Desheng smiled.

There are no more than five people in the entire circle who could make Zeng Zidan say those words.

"I think he's alright, isn't he?" Chen Desheng said with a hint of smugness.

"Just this once." Zeng Zidan's face was expressionless, but his tone carried a rare hint of relaxation. "If you cast someone like this again for your next project, I'm not doing it with you anymore. It's too tiring."

Chen Desheng burst into laughter.

The staff members standing nearby exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing Zeng Zidan's assessment.

"Bullet Bro said that kid will become famous?"

"I heard it, those were the exact words."

"Wow, this kid really has something."

……

"Click!"

Yuan Jun called for a halt.

Ye Mo snapped out of his reverie and gasped for breath.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his back was soaked.

Fan Shaohuang stood opposite him, and the way he looked at him was completely different from that morning.

In the morning, it was "another newcomer," but now there's an added layer—respect.

"You've really never filmed action scenes before?" Fan Shaohuang asked.

"Really, no." Ye Mo wiped his sweat. "I've just studied a little bit."

Fan Shaohuang was silent for two seconds, then smiled, which was a rare occurrence for him.

"This 'little trick' of yours is more effective than some people practice their whole lives."

Ye Mo scratched his head, unsure of what to say.

Just then, a voice came from the side.

"Perform well, don't waste this talent."

Ye Mo turned his head, and Zeng Zidan had walked to the edge of the field at some point. After saying those words, he walked away without looking back.

Fan Shaohuang glanced at Zeng Zidan's back, then at Ye Mo.

"Bullet Bro rarely praises people," he said.

"Was that a compliment?" Ye Mo was a little confused.

"Yes." Fan Shaohuang nodded. "For him, that's the highest praise."

……

Over the next few days, Ye Mo gradually integrated into the film crew.

His role has been expanded from one scene to five or six.

Almost every scene was filmed in one take. Occasionally, a reshoot was needed, but that was due to lighting or blocking issues, not because his acting was bad.

Chen Desheng was increasingly satisfied. Assistant director Lao Li told everyone he met, "Director Chen has struck gold!"

Even those staff members who initially muttered about "capital stuffing people in" now greet Ye Mo with smiles and call him "Teacher Ye".

Ye Mo didn't put on airs.

He would help anyone who asked, moving equipment, buying water, and handing over tools, never putting on airs.

Fan Shaohuang got to know him well and would occasionally pull him aside to spar a few moves.

Shi Xingyu also liked to chat with him, asking him where he had learned his kung fu.

Even Zeng Zidan, though still cold and aloof, would occasionally nod as a greeting.

Ye Mo knew that this wasn't because he was "popular," but because of the fight scene he had in that scene.

On a film set, talent is the best form of social currency.

……

Evening, in the rented room.

After taking a shower, Ye Mo lay on the bed wearing only his shorts, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Liu Yifei left three days ago to film a movie out of town. Before he left, I sent him a message from the car: "Act well, don't embarrass me."

Ye Mo replied with a "Don't worry".

The two of them haven't been in much contact these past few days; she's busy, and so is he. They occasionally exchange a few messages, mostly meaningless things like "Have you eaten?" or "Have you slept?"

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Caller ID: Fairy.

Ye Mo answered the call, but before he could speak, a very low voice came from the other end.

"Feed?"

Ye Mo was taken aback: "What are you doing? Are you stealing?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Liu Yifei's voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz. "My mom's next door, she's still awake."

Ye Mo couldn't help but laugh: "Liu Yifei, you're twenty-six years old, and you're afraid your mother will hear you on the phone?"

"Mind your own business!" Liu Yifei snorted. "My mom has sharp ears. She could hear me on the phone next door last time."

"Then why are you calling me now? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"I closed the door, and I hit him while he was covered by the blanket." Liu Yifei's voice carried a hint of smugness. "Clever, right?"

"Clever, clever." Ye Mo rolled over. "Okay, what is it?"

"I heard you did a great job on set?" Liu Yifei's tone suddenly became excited, but she still kept her voice down. "Director Chen sent me a message saying you were exceptionally good, nailed it in one take, and that you weren't nervous at all when acting opposite Zeng Zidan."

"Of course." Ye Mo crossed her legs. "Don't you know what kind of man you're with?"

"Stop bragging." Liu Yifei chuckled. "But... I'm genuinely quite happy."

The voice suddenly softened.

Ye Mo could tell that the girl was genuinely happy for him.

They both laughed.

There was a rustling sound coming from the other end of the phone, as if Liu Yifei had turned over.

"Ye Mo".

"Um."

"If you become famous, do you think you'll leave me?"

Ye Mo was taken aback.

"What did you say?" He sat up. "I'm not even famous yet and you're already getting anxious?"

"I was just asking." Liu Yifei's voice sounded a little guilty.

"Then let me tell you," Ye Mo said seriously, "Even if I become famous to Mars, you still won't be able to shake me off. If your mother doesn't agree, I'll squat outside your house every day until she agrees."

Are you crazy?

"I'm sick, lovesick."

"...That's so cheesy." Liu Yifei's voice was laced with laughter. "Alright, alright, I'm not talking to you anymore, my mom's probably going to find out. Bye."

"Wait a moment."

"what?"

"I've done so well, shouldn't you reward me with something?"

"What reward do you want?"

"Call me 'husband' and let me hear it."

"dream!"

beep--

The phone hangs up.

Ye Mo looked at his phone screen and grinned.

He tossed his phone aside, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.

Outside the window, the night in Hengdian is as quiet as a still pond.

He closed his eyes, and images from today flashed through his mind—Fan Shaohuang's eyes, Zeng Zidan's words, "You'll definitely be famous in the future," and Chen Desheng's satisfied smile.

"We'll see," he muttered.

Then he turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

......