After finishing his makeup, Xiao He immediately changed into a handsome racing suit.
This is a red and white racing suit, which was tailored to fit Xiao He's body data in advance by the costume designer of the crew. When he zipped the collar all the way up, the high-elastic fabric of the suit fit snugly against the lines of his shoulders and back, while fully revealing the number seven racing driver logo on his chest, making him look particularly tall and capable.
The costume designer wanted to kneel down to help Xiao He adjust his trouser legs, but Xiao He politely declined.
He skillfully squatted down, tightened his trouser legs to his ankles with Velcro, tucked them into his racing boots, then tightened his cuffs, put on professional racing gloves, and carefully inspected his helmet.
Yes, the crew prepared everything very professionally, and there were no problems.
Xiao He was already feeling an itch in his hands, and his blood was boiling.
Since acquiring the cheat code to driving skills, he has rarely used this skill, and he hardly ever has the chance to drive at all.
But who doesn't love cars?
The roar of the accelerator lingered in my ears, and then the world rushed past my eyes. My body was pushed to its limits, and every drift left a trail of afterimages... This was undoubtedly an adventure of speed and passion.
"It seems you know a bit about racing." A man speaking Mandarin with a distinct foreign accent walked up from behind Xiao He.
Xiao He glanced over and saw that it was a man also wearing a racing suit.
The other person had very fair skin, looked very young, had some freckles on their face, deep-set eyes, and slightly blue eyes. Their golden hair was a bit messy, giving them a very casual look.
He must have been one of the technical assistants mentioned by Xu Fu.
"Um."
Xiao He wasn't quite sure why he had come over to talk to him, so he just gave a soft reply.
The stylist then pulled Xiao He aside to fix his hairstyle, ensuring that Xiao He's hair would still look his best when he took off his helmet later.
"How many years have you studied? Have you participated in any competitions?"
The man next to him arrogantly sized Xiao He up and down, then continued to press him relentlessly.
"I've only been learning for a week at most, and I've participated in one or two city-level competitions. I haven't participated in any others."
Xiao He answered casually.
"A week? Ha—"
The man scoffed, "Another newbie pretending to be an expert. None of you speak the truth."
He then turned and left, appearing completely uninterested in Xiao He.
Xiao He was puzzled: "What's wrong with him?"
It looks like a firecracker.
The stylist leaned close to Xiao He's ear and whispered, "This guy's name is O'Den. He's supposedly a well-known race car driver in the US. He's here on set as a technical assistant because of Director Zhuang."
"oh."
The makeup artist who touched up Xiao He's makeup chimed in: "He seems to have always had a lot of opinions about Brother Xiao. When he came before, he kept suggesting that the crew find a stunt double and not let an amateur driver do the job. In the end, Director Ning insisted that Brother Xiao do the job and not find a stunt double."
Xiao He seemed to understand something, and said, "Actually, what he said makes some sense. After all, racing is a dangerous sport."
At high speeds, even a minor scrape or collision can lead to a fatal accident.
So this guy named O'Dern didn't want amateur actors to film with them, which was also due to certain safety considerations.
Unfortunately, while he can't be considered a professional race car driver, he's not a complete novice either.
Oudern's worries were completely unnecessary.
"Anyway, Brother Xiao, please take care of yourself. Speed is not important; safety is the most important thing."
The makeup artist didn't say anything more, but instead encouraged Xiao He.
"OK, thanks."
Xiao He stood up, holding his helmet in one hand, and walked outside.
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