"Okay, we've passed this one. Let's take a break and prepare for the next one."

Lu Hao was very satisfied with this clip and finished it in one go.

Hearing the director's call, Shi Lei brushed off the snow on his body, touched his forehead, and resumed his expressionless attitude.

The yellow-haired guy just now was wearing a wig, he himself has a flat head.

"That smile just now, it's okay!"

Lu Hao couldn't help but praise him.

It's really a surprise that a purely amateur actor can perform to this level.

"good."

Shi Lei's expression and tone were extremely calm. He spoke as if nothing had happened, picked up the thermos, drank a sip of water, and looked up at the sky.

this……

There is a story.

However, Lu Hao already knew this, so he didn't ask any more questions and took the opportunity to explain the play to the two of them.

The following paragraph is an important turning point in Leng Feng's mentality change.

It is also one of the important selling points of the film.

The emotions were made clear in a few words, and the action director demonstrated the upcoming fighting moves several times before continuing filming.

"start!"

…

In the camera.

Long Xiaoyun, played by Su Ying, looked at Leng Feng with sharp and critical eyes, full of sharpness, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You don't want to be a soldier?"

Leng Feng nodded, still looking like a frivolous little gangster.

"It's not that you don't want to, it's that you don't dare. You're a conceited child, seemingly rebellious and proud, but actually sensitive and fragile. You hate your father, yet you long for his approval."

Long Xiaoyun's voice sounded professional and calm, touching people's hearts.

Leng Feng's expression changed immediately.

How could an eighteen-year-old boy listen to such words?

Seeing his expression, Long Xiaoyun hooked his finger and continued to stimulate him.

"What, you want to hit me? Come on, knock me down."

Leng Feng: "I don't hit women."

Long Xiaoyun sneered and chose to take the initiative.

Next second.

Bang!

Leng Feng was thrown over her shoulder and fell heavily into the snow.

Still face down.

This action is actually very difficult. Even if it is acting, with Su Ying's strength, she can't pull Shi Lei, let alone throw him over her shoulder.

But it was completed very easily.

Before filming, Shi Lei told her, as long as she looks the part, he will take care of the rest.

Just now, she just made a move and Shi Lei flew out by himself.

Real or fake fall.

However, there was no flaw in the camera.

With Shi Lei's physical fitness at the level of a special forces soldier, performing these moves is like playing a game.

Lu Hao didn't say cut, and the two continued filming.

Next.

Leng Feng was thrown down three times in a row.

Each time heavier than the last.

The last time, he lay in the snow with his head tilted back, gasping for breath, and dazed from the fall.

"Just you?"

"You still don't hit women?"

"You can't."

Long Xiaoyun shook his head and spoke in a very impolite tone.

Leng Feng struggled to get up.

His face was filled with heartbreak.

Her pride and dignity were trampled upon by her without a trace left.

He lowered his head, clenched his fists slightly, and was silent for a few seconds.

When he looked up again, fighting spirit was rekindled in his eyes.

"Sir, I want to follow you!"

He said cheekily.

"Run around the playground thirty times! In one hour! Prove to me you're not trash!"

Long Xiaoyun turned his back and didn't even look at him, his voice carrying a hint of decisiveness and murderous intent.

"yes!"

Leng Feng looked at her back, stretched out his long legs, and ran quickly around the playground.

"I told you to run!"

"Not crawling like a snail!"

Long Xiaoyun's cold voice sounded again.

Leng Feng's body trembled slightly, and his speed became visibly faster.

Ten laps.

His steps became noticeably heavier, he was panting heavily, his face was red as if he was drunk, and the exhaust fumes he exhaled formed a long trail of white mist.

Fifteen laps.

He slowed down even further. The heat above his head had frozen into frost. Every step he took felt like sinking into cotton and then struggling to pull himself out.

"Take off your shirt. The cold can greatly stimulate your body's limits."

Long Xiaoyun's cold voice was even colder than the ice and snow.

Leng Feng stumbled and let out a hoarse wail, the veins on his hands were exposed. While running, he took off his coat, sweater, autumn clothes, and vest.

His upper body has very clear lines, well-developed chest muscles and distinct abdominal muscles.

In the viewfinder.

Snow and ice.

A shirtless man.

Perfect figure.

This scene was filled with extreme hormones and unparalleled sensory experience. Lu Hao was so excited that his hair stood on end.

That's right.

This is the picture I imagined.

I have to say, as far as this scene is concerned, 99% of male artists cannot perform the feeling of Leng Feng.

In the camera.

The cold front is still running.

The next second, he fell headfirst into the snow.

Even the cold could only stimulate the body's potential, but at the moment, he had reached his limit. His chest was heaving violently, his heart seemed to be about to jump out, and there was even "blood" coming out of his nostrils.

"Twenty-eight laps."

"Unfortunately, you are still eliminated."

Long Xiaoyun walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly. There was a rare softness in his tone, but the words he spoke were still sharp.

"Feel sorry."

"Call an ambulance."

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!