Tokyo Sound

"...Sister, there's no need to be so troublesome, right?" Yin Ze felt like a precious cultural relic at this moment, afraid of being oxidized or broken if he used too much force.

"The director specifically told me to maintain your image." The elder sister said firmly, clasping her hands tightly in front of her chest, "So I will definitely take responsibility for you and make sure you are in the most beautiful shape for the start of filming!"

The young man who joined the team temporarily enjoyed the multi-faceted services provided by the assistant. When he was thirsty, there was water; when he was tired, there was a chair; when he was hot, there was a small fan; when his hair was messy, he had to comb it again.

The hard-working martial artists with strong professional qualities, who have been in the industry for many years and are covered in dust, put their hands up good-temperedly and waited silently for the male artist to take care of their image.

There was also a middle-aged director who didn't even ask the male artist whether he could act or whether he knew how to control his facial expressions from beginning to end.

The traffic star that passers-by hate the most is.

"Don't be too stressed. This is just a sudden assignment." Seeing that the practice was not going well, Furugaki Kenji kindly added, "If it doesn't work, you can use a stand-in. They are all professionals. If their body shapes are similar, no one will notice it!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the handsome warrior closed his eyes in great sorrow.

I never thought that I would become the most annoying type in the entertainment industry, the kind of pretty boy who only knows how to act cool and cute!

Well, enough playing around, it’s time to show off my real skills!

After reapplying makeup.

The man slowly opened his eyes. His aura suddenly changed and his eyes became exceptionally sharp, with a different kind of brilliance, like an eagle soaring in the sky, gazing down at the earth with concentration.

"Teachers, please demonstrate it again. Thank you for your help." Yin Ze clasped his fists neatly.

"...Oh, of course no problem. It's my job." Kenji Furugaki bowed in return subconsciously, and then he felt that this interaction was a little weird.

"Please proceed at the original speed this time." Yin Ze said seriously, "It would be best if it was just like the official start-up."

"Oh, you want to see the final effect, right? Sure."

The martial arts guys were really easy to talk to, and they didn't show any impatience or contempt for the supporting role. They stood in their positions again, counted down, and started fighting right away.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he makes a move.

The small killing formation composed of several people is particularly exciting.

The "temporary swordsman" slashed and stabbed in the crowd with extraordinary speed and real strength. People nearby screamed and fell to the ground one after another. The people behind also intervened at the right time, and then either knelt down or fell straight down. The action director went up last, and after a dazzling fight with swords, he was kicked through the body. He first pretended to spit blood in pain, then rolled sideways to grab the "corpse's" sword, and struggled forward to follow up with a beautiful step, turn around and draw the sword.

The executioner and the last survivor brushed past each other. There seemed to be invisible flashes of swords in the air. The action director staggered forward a few steps. His throat seemed to be throbbing and blood seemed to be gushing out. He covered his neck which seemed to be cut open, and finally knelt down with his head tilted lifelessly and died slowly.

After two or three seconds, the corpses on the ground patted their buttocks, got up, and became full of life again.

"How is it? It's not bad, right?" Kenji Furugaki said happily.

"Wow! So sharp!"

Yin Ze did not miss any details. After watching it, he clapped his hands loudly and showed great respect. This was real flesh and blood skill.

"Fast, good and professional, it's awesome!"

——? ? ?

Kenji Furugaki and the martial artists were caught off guard and were overwhelmed by this sudden remark.

"How do you know how to speak Mandarin?!"

The makeup artist who had always been by her side and lived a peaceful life was also shocked.

The main reason is that everyone is used to the young warrior's medium-low voice, which is magnetic and textured. Suddenly hearing this excited dialect sentence that is five degrees higher than the original voice, the contrast is too great.

"Show your ugliness, show your ugliness."

Yin Ze was very pleased to see that everyone was impressed by his language talent. As expected, the sense of accomplishment of having knowledge, this kind of simple happiness, far exceeds other things.

"Thank you for the demonstration, I have memorized it all. Please cooperate with me again!"

Kenji Kogaki finally understood why the other party kept bowing to them from time to time. He really looked like a young man visiting a martial arts school. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Another rehearsal, this time the action director personally took the lead and acted as the executioner.

boom.

As soon as the two prop knives collided, Kenji Furugaki raised his eyebrows unnaturally.

Strength and angle suddenly become important?

——More importantly, there is a sense of rhythm beneath the surface of the fight.

Real fighting is unlikely to be as aesthetically pleasing as in movies and TV dramas, where the two fight back and forth, counter each other's moves, and use formations to occupy other's positions. Most of the time, it still relies on weight and physical fitness. Even if techniques and moves are used, they will not be too obvious in appearance, and there are not so many fancy things.

It took several generations for Hong Kong's action movies to develop to the level of enjoyability they have today.

For example, in the early Shaw Brothers films, it is obvious that the protagonist and the enemy are fighting, but in fact it is more like playing cards in a very orderly manner, you attack and I defend, with a lot of rules. The shouting and the sound effects of hitting added later, these sounds are connected, and even have a unique sense of rhythm, like the beat of a piece of music. Even if the performance has improved later, this characteristic is still retained.

As the name suggests, martial arts drama is a drama about fighting. The key lies in the word "drama".

Drama and film cannot lack rhythm and layers.

A skilled action director can even see at a glance from off the court who is a beat slow, who enters the camera too early, or who gives bad feedback.

And professional stunt actors will know whether their opponents are experienced or not when they are acting together.

Kenji Furugaki suddenly felt that this handsome young man had become a different person.

Before, I was a complete novice and an amateur, and I couldn’t even strike a pose correctly immediately, but now I have suddenly become sensitive to the rhythm of the play...

These thoughts only lasted for a few seconds. Kenji Furugaki pushed forward smoothly, and the young man used the force to retreat. However, when he was kicked just now and the sole of the other person's shoe touched his clothes, he immediately rolled sideways, which was particularly smooth.

Squat, stand up, reach out, grab the knife.

The distance was perfect, and the falling knife was right next to the palm.

Step forward, lower your body, buckle the sheath with your left hand, and hold the handle with your right hand.

The posture is standard, just like the original.

After taking one step, he turned his body and then drew his sword.

With a whirlwind foreshadowing, the sword-drawing movement appears visually very powerful and realistic. The arc of the blade in the air is stable and elegant, a beautiful and long arc.

The most important thing is that the timing of the slash is slightly faster than the counterattack instructed by the action guide, which leaves room for the opponent to dodge when he gets close, preventing mistakes and accidentally hurting the opponent.

The two passed each other smoothly and completed a wonderful cooperation.

"Ohh! So pretty!"

The martial artists watching nearby couldn't help but applaud. The young man performed this set of moves steadily and quickly, which definitely met the standards for a formal filming.

Did you really let him watch it?

Kenji Furugaki was also surprised.

Especially this time just now, from the clumsy turtle-like movements at the beginning to the demeanor of a genius swordsman at the end.

That was the ambition and unwillingness to grab the sword and counterattack with Iai Slash before he was seriously injured and completely lost his strength, seeking a glimmer of hope for survival.

——This guy has such a high level of understanding.

Kenji Furugaki had the illusion that he had met a colleague in the same industry.

You advance and I retreat, throwing and catching, it's very easy, as if I am coordinating the moves with myself, and we feel a sense of mutual understanding.

He turned around, wanting to immediately affirm and praise the other person.

But I found that the young man was still staggering forward, very immersed in the role...including the last moment when his throat rolled as if blood was gushing out, and he sat on his knees, holding his neck, and died with his head tilted.

The young warrior performed the entire process very professionally.

Hey, this set of actions looks so familiar.

Especially when standing up, he scratched his butt, which is a small detail that is not necessary.

"Instructor, what do you think of my copying?" Yin Ze turned around and laughed, then bowed and asked in a very chivalrous manner.

"What?" Kenji Furugaki was stunned.

"Oh no, did you see that my movements just now were standard?" Yin Ze corrected.

"That's great. You haven't received any training at all, but you've become proficient so quickly. Pretty boy, you're really talented."

Kenji Furugaki expressed his sincere emotion.

"To be honest, it would be a shame if you didn't learn to dance or something to have this kind of control over your body and the speed of muscle memory."

"Hearing you say it's passed, I feel relieved." Yin Ze nodded vigorously.

The corridor of life is opened to 299%, overclocked, copied, the five senses are enhanced, thinking is accelerated, and the complete realm is reached.

Compared to the more delicate control of the vocal cords, it can produce voices outside the comfortable range.

It's easy just by mobilizing your body to imitate and learn a few movements.

The man thought about it, lowered his head humbly, and kept rubbing his thigh flesh with a miserable expression.

"What do you think? Are you afraid of anything?" Kenji Furugaki couldn't help but ask.

"I have cramps." Yin Ze said mercilessly.

"..."

This is the result of not exercising much.

Since ancient times, martial arts practice has emphasized that things should come naturally, and one should avoid being impatient and rushing for quick results.

This is the price of using evil tricks and taking shortcuts to gain the secret.

Chapter 136: Evil Way Helps Me

The sky began to darken, and it was time to collect the evening lunch boxes.

This time it was the action director who stuffed the lunch box into his hands. It seemed that more and more team members were beginning to recognize the man's work ability.

Remove the lid.

Wow, it turns out that after duck legs, dinner is half of a chicken!

Look at the shiny brown-red surface, the thin skin coated with honey is translucent and crisp, the fresh meat inside is oily but not greasy, very tasty, and after various processing, it tastes refreshing and chewy. Paired with rice, green seasonal vegetables and free cola, the tip of the tongue has an unexpected sense of layering and surprise.

“Grilled chicken wings, my favorite~”

Yin Ze sang a little song and ate heartily. He squatted on the roadside, and there were snacks such as potato chips, braised chicken legs, energy drinks, cakes and desserts placed next to the flowerbed. It could be said to be a state banquet. In addition, in order to escape the makeup artist who was suspected to be a heavy fan of ancient idols and otome works, he took off his costume to avoid worrying about getting his costume dirty, and was invited to sit upright in the shed and eat slowly.

Humph, a man of the world is rough but delicate. When he drinks from a big bowl, he always spills the wine on his collar. When he avoids drinking, he shows his heroic nature.

"Handsome boy, you are here... Why did you buy so much food?" Kenji Furugaki passed by and said with some surprise at the man's appetite.

"These are just the spoils of winning the competition. Here, take a piece of strawberry cake as a dessert after the meal." Yin Ze handed over the gift very generously and enthusiastically.

"Oh, no, no, no." Kenji Furugaki waved his hands quickly.

"Don't like dessert? Then take a few bags of potato chips, and these bottles of sports drinks. Take them, take them all."

"No need."

"Hey, why are you being so polite to me?" Yin Ze was still enthusiastic and insisted on giving it away, and he also gave away a limited edition peripheral product of a popular idol group.

Kenji Furugaki suddenly gained weight and became rich. He was forced to hold the peripheral of the cover of the sweet girl in the stage costume. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He simply didn't bother to walk and squatted with the young man, eating the roast chicken lunch box together with their backs against the flower bed.

"By the way, how do you speak Cantonese?" asked Kenji Furugaki curiously.

"I often watch Hong Kong movies and TV series." Yin Ze answered truthfully.

"That makes sense. After all, it sounds quite plastic and doesn't seem like one has studied and lived there." Kenji Furugaki showed an understanding look.

"Plastic?!" Yin Ze was shocked and started to be stubborn. "Impossible, my Cantonese has been praised before!"

"Who praised it?" asked Kenji Furugaki.

"He is an old farmer who is currently farming in Shikoku, but he has worked in Hong Kong before." Yin Ze gave a brief introduction.

"…Then he must be expressing it in a euphemistic way. Besides, this doesn't sound convincing."

“Then why is guidance authoritative in terms of language?”

"Haha, that's a long story. I crossed the river alone when I was young, and went door to door looking for a job in companies. I have been working in this industry for nearly 30 years, and I have always communicated in dialect. Even when I went to the local vegetable market in Hong Kong and bargained with the stall owners, I could do it with ease. I even evolved a branch language skill - this is called 'Hong Kong Mandarin'!"

Kenji Furugaki sighed.

"I am such a rare example that I cannot be generalized."

"Hey, this experience of guidance has many similarities with the old farmer I just mentioned." Yin Ze was stunned.

"Is your acquaintance also from Hong Kong?" Kenji Furugaki was also stunned.