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"Do you think it ends here? He...they won't let you go."

"You thought it ended here..."

"You think they're fake, then you yourself... ahem," Lu Xinyang unscrewed the bottle cap, gulped down a few sips, and continued, "Are you real..."

"I won't let you go..."

Lu Xinyang was full, so he made his voice particularly loud and powerful. Ji Rongyu, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, couldn't help but hear it.

Why don’t you let me go first... Ji Rongyu thought.

He didn't want to go back in disgrace. There were too many people on the crew, and it would only make it more noisy.

But it is not appropriate to ask him to go out and stop Lu Xinyang. After all, he is the financial sponsor and the entire crew was raised with his family's money. What's wrong with him taking up space to study and practice hard?

Ji Rongyu was caught in a dilemma and had to stuff two rolled-up tissues into his earholes. He sat on his folding stool, forbearing and aggrieved, holding a needle-shaped water-based pen between his two fingers and poking an innocent piece of draft paper into black and white lace.

Through the densely packed light-transmitting holes, one could vaguely see the endless stream of swear words written on the next piece of paper.

Before the pen ran out of ink, he finally waited for Lu Xinyang to stop.

Ji Rongyu quickly stuck his head out and saw Lu Xinyang leaning against the wall in a very undignified posture, rubbing his stomach with a confused look on his face.

He opened his mouth again, but this time only words came out one by one: "Ah...ah...ah..."

"What are you trying to do by making those noises? If you're tired of practicing, just go back and rest." This series of noises was even more torturous than before. Ji Rongyu couldn't stand it any longer, so he stretched out his long legs that were almost stiff from sitting, and walked out helplessly.

"Hey!" Lu Xinyang smiled when he saw him, and then his mind started to work, "Why are you here too?"

"I don't know why I have to be here..." Ji Rongyu glanced at him with disdain, then rubbed his temples and changed the subject, "It's already past one o'clock. You can still rest for half an hour if you go back now. Don't strain your voice, it will affect your performance."

Lu Xinyang covered his stomach with both hands, blinked and looked up at him: "My voice is very good, but my stomach is not obedient."

"Hmm?" Ji Rongyu shifted his gaze to his stomach.

He slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and repeated his lines. Then, pursing his lips, he said, "Did you hear that? I can never describe the feeling I get from Teacher Wen Zhuo. He seems to have endless energy, while I feel empty inside."

Lu Xinyang kicked the wall in frustration: "How could this happen... I obviously exercise every day, and I still have eight-pack abs."

As soon as he said this, Ji Rongyu knew he had come to the wrong place.

This person clearly has a face as exquisitely carved as that of Nuwa, but why does he have a brain that is picked out of a garbage can?

"Teacher Wen clearly taught you to use the Dantian to produce sound and the chest cavity to resonate, but you insisted on practicing the hips to produce sound and the pelvic cavity to resonate. There's no way you can do it well," Ji Rongyu couldn't stand it any longer. He straightened Lu Xinyang's slumped shoulders with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other, moving his hand that was covering his stomach to his lower abdomen. "Try it again."

Lu Xinyang practiced the lyrics again, but felt no change. "It's still not working." He reached out his hand and dug under Ji Rongyu's clothes. "Do you know how to make a sound from your dantian? Send one to me and let me feel it."

"I asked you to practice your voice, not to act like a hooligan." Ji Rongyu slapped his claws away with a cold face.

Lu Xinyang had no choice but to lower his head and continue to touch his own: "Where exactly is Dantian?... It's so rude. I've been looking for it for a long time and it didn't even answer me."

Ji Rongyu: “…”

Ji Rongyu was listening next to Wen Zhuo when he was teaching Lu Xinyang how to pronounce. He remembered that Wen Zhuo did not specifically point out the problem with Dantian. That might mean that Lu Xinyang's way of pronunciation was actually correct, but he just didn't know it and had hit a non-existent wall in vain.

Ji Rongyu didn't want to say anything more. He felt that the intelligence in the air around here had dropped to a dangerous level. "Whether Dantian etiquette is polite or not...you should discuss this with Teacher Wen. I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first."

He held onto his computer and notebooks, and the last vestiges of respect left for Lu Xinyang were a few simple words of comfort: "Don't worry, don't give up. I believe you can definitely do it."

"Well, then you go ahead and do your work. See you later," Lu Xinyang waved his hand carelessly. "Don't worry too much about me. This little setback is nothing. I'm fine. I, Lu Xinyang, have been a brave man since I took off my diapers!"

“…” Ji Rongyu hugged his notebook tightly and ran faster, with aviation fuel smearing on the soles of his shoes.

I don’t know what kind of difficulties and obstacles Wen Zhuo had experienced. In short, when work started in the afternoon, Lu Xinyang stood in front of the camera again. He had abandoned his doubts about the politeness of Dantianli and returned to his confident look.

I have to say that Zhou Xiaoqing's judgment of people is indeed very accurate. His innate self-confidence can greatly enhance his expressiveness in front of the camera. Although his acting skills are insufficient, he is generous and natural, which happens to show the most attractive characteristics of Fu Qianyu. It is as if he hits it off with himself in another world.

Lu Xinyang smoothly entered the role, and the daily scenes in the following days were easy to shoot. When it came to filming the martial arts scenes, he was even more like a fish in water. Whether it was somersaults on wires or hand-to-hand combat, he did it all himself.

With his excellent physical fitness and equally good figure that he had maintained through training, the martial arts instructor was very excited. He overturned most of the originally designed martial arts moves and tailored a more fancy and complicated fighting style for him.

The director had no choice but to agree to improve the quality of the film, and he gave Lu Xinyang half a day to practice martial arts moves. He took Wen Zhuo and Yu Han to shoot the next scene.

Screenwriter Ji looked at the two groups A and B that had been suddenly divided, and thought that he would not be needed at the moment, so he found an empty lounge and sat down, typing away every minute.

With half a day's extra rehearsal time, the martial arts instructor rubbed his hands in excitement, "Great, great! It's been ages since I've come across such a handsome figure. Look, do you see that? There's a ray of light gushing out from his crown! Young man, if you just practice as I say, I promise to have your fight scenes featured on Bilibili!"

His assistant, standing nearby, passionately encouraged him, "If no one recognizes your talent, my master and I will personally go to Director Gao and ask for your original fight footage. We'll edit it for you! We'll boost your popularity!"

"That's right! Young man, I have a set of martial arts secrets here that are one in a million, and I'm going to teach you right now!" The martial arts instructor's voice was as loud as a bell, his face flushed with rosy clouds. He said to his assistant, "Go! Bring out my treasured set of equipment. It's in the lounge on the third floor, on the south side, at the back. It's the red one. Be careful not to drop it!"

"Is that thing heavy?" Lu Xinyang, despite his young age, immediately volunteered to go. "Then I'll get it! I know the way! I'll be right back!"

He ran towards his destination, his footsteps so fast that there was no pause at all. He wished he had turned into a hero right there, climbing walls and breaking into houses through windows.

But just as his hand touched the door handle, Ji Rongyu came out of the next room quickly and stopped him: "Don't go in, do you want to rest? The heaters in other rooms are on, why don't you change one? This room is not suitable for you."

Lu Xinyang looked at him puzzledly: "Why is it not suitable?"

"The room is full of girls wearing suspender skirts and applying facial masks," Ji Rongyu said, "What's the point of you going in?"

They were extras waiting to film a scene with Yu Han. In order to look better on camera, they were now huddled together doing emergency skin care with the facial masks Yu Han had given them.

In fact, their outfits are very normal, which is okay in the summer, but in the winter everyone is dressed warmly, and it is rare to see so many people showing their arms and legs. Their attractiveness skyrocketed, and it was hard for anyone who walked in to resist taking a few more glances.

Besides, it would be very uncomfortable for people to feel when a strange man suddenly breaks into their private space where they are relaxing and chatting with their face masks on.

"That's indeed... inappropriate, but I need to get something." Lu Xinyang hesitated for a moment, then loosened his grip on the door handle and turned to call his assistant, "Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang, have you seen my bag? I want that bag!"

"I'm here, Bao is right here. You ran too fast... What happened?" Tang Lin's panting voice came from behind, and Lu Xinyang immediately went up to him.

After a moment, he took out a facial mask from his bag and put it on, then pushed the door open with a calm look.

Ji Rongyu: “……………………”

Lu Xinyang just went in. He didn't even remember to close the door. Ji Rongyu heard the lively laughter inside turn into deathly silence in a second. He quickly covered his eyes and followed in. He raised one hand to cover his face as much as possible, and held up the notebook with the other hand to block Lu Xinyang's face.

Lu Xinyang was smart. He walked close to the wall without looking around. After searching on the ground for a while, he bent down and picked up a heavy box. He slowly stood up and moved out with his back to the girls like a crab.

The house was still as silent as death.

Ji Rongyu followed him and closed the door. After calming down his heart that was almost choked, he took two quick steps forward to lend a hand.

The weight fell into his palm, and Ji Rongyu was surprised: "What...what is this thing, it's so heavy."

The big box looked heavy, and it felt even heavier when lifted. Moreover, it seemed that its surface had gone through some kind of torture, and many parts were dirty and black. He even felt a little strange oil on his left hand.

"This is the martial arts secret manual collected by the martial arts instructor. He said he wanted to teach me!" Lu Xinyang didn't feel tired at all. When going down the stairs, he held the box and walked backwards in front, allowing Ji Rongyu to follow behind effortlessly.

Ji Rongyu thought he was talking nonsense, frowned all the way, endured the uncomfortable feeling on his hand, and quickened his pace.

After the box was carried to an open area outside, the martial arts instructor and assistant took out the specially customized weapons inside to wipe and maintain them. Only then did Ji Rongyu feel that his efforts on this well-made thing were not in vain.

But he wasn't curious enough to tolerate getting his hands dirty, so he turned around and went to the bathroom.

"Wait for me, I'm going too!" Lu Xinyang threw the mask into the trash can and followed as if springs were installed on his feet. He turned on the faucet before asking, "Did you bring toilet paper? There's no toilet paper in the restroom here."

"I have it, it's in my pocket." Before Ji Rongyu could take out the tissue, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

His right hand was clean, but it was difficult to wash away the grease on his left hand with just cold water. Ji Rongyu had no choice but to use his right hand to answer the phone, while slowly scrubbing his remaining hand: "What's the matter? ... You guys figured it out. Okay, I'll send the address later."

The cold water made his skin red, and he was still using his thumb to rub the stains off his other fingers bit by bit.

He didn't know what he heard from the microphone, but he laughed and said, "Ten thousand copies aren't enough for me to sign my hand off? I advise you to stop. If you delay me from starting a new article..."

The sleeve was suddenly pushed up to the arm, and the hand hanging in the cold water was suddenly wrapped by two foamy hands.

Lu Xinyang pumped two pumps of hand sanitizer, came over and carefully helped him wash, rubbing the palms, backs of hands, bases of palms and fingertips carefully.

"Why aren't you talking?" The two of them were too close, and Lu Xinyang heard the question coming from his microphone. He subconsciously turned his head to take a look, then remembered that Ji Rongyu's call was none of his business, so he lowered his head and continued washing.

"...It's nothing. I mean I'm going to start a new article next month and I'm busy saving manuscripts. Ten thousand signatures is not enough. I'll sign the rest after the pre-sale is over." Ji Rongyu continued as if nothing had happened, and put the phone closer to him, letting the cool screen suppress the inexplicable heat in his ears.

Lu Xinyang rinsed off the foam, held Ji Rongyu's clean and red hands in both hands and turned them around, as if inspecting the results. Only when he was satisfied did he pull his sleeves back and then very consciously took out a tissue from his pocket.

"Xiaolu, Xiaolu! Everything is ready here, come over here quickly!"

The martial arts instructor was calling for help outside, and Lu Xinyang shouted, "Right away!" He quickly wiped the water off Ji Rongyu's hands, and then playfully wiped the back of his wet hand on Ji Rongyu's face: "I'm leaving!"

He ran as fast as he could. After Ji Rongyu finished talking on the phone, he took a tissue to wipe his face and then grabbed a handful of it on his slightly wet sleeves.

When he put the unused tissue back into his pocket, his knuckles accidentally touched a thin little stick. Ji Rongyu took it out and then remembered that the down jacket he was wearing was the one he wore when he went to the night market with Lu Xinyang that day. The little fish lollipop that someone gave him was still in his pocket.

He held up the lollipop, turned it towards the rare good sunshine in winter for a while, watched the translucent candy reflect more beautiful colors, opened the package and put it in his mouth.