clatter.

The sound of hitting the board rang out, and a group of female disciples in white clothes and skirts supported each other and walked into the mountain gate.

Just a few feet away, I saw the straight figure in white standing on the steps.

The low voices all stopped.

“Senior Sister…”

"Senior Sister in White..."

A group of people looked at each other, pushed and shoved each other and stood in a group.

The man in white turned around slowly, and there was a natural frosty look of majesty between his brows.

Behind the monitor, Xie Sanqiu's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but sit up straight.

Sure enough, it has to be Ye Wan!

No wonder those famous old directors in the past liked to use certain specific actors. Now I finally understand.

It's not a shady deal, nor is it a promotion.

That is the tacit understanding between the director and the actors.

You know what I want, and I can deliver it.

Accomplishing you makes me successful!

Simply... perfect! His good mood only lasted for a second before it was interrupted by the figure that suddenly appeared in the picture. Xie Sanqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Ka!"

"Sun Miaomiao, what's wrong with you? Is that the expression you give when you're afraid of being punished for doing something wrong? ... Feng Wenshan, the white-clothed man hasn't said he's going to punish you yet, so who are those two bags of tears for?"

Xie Sanqiu was so angry that he was fuming.

In front of the camera, a group of girls looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, pouted, turned around and ran back to where they were just now.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

Click...

It clicked four times in a row, and without anyone reminding them, the crew fell silent.

Before Xie Sanqiu could start cursing again, Ye Wan walked to the monitor and talked to Xie Sanqiu in a low voice while comparing the images just now.

I don’t know what Ye Wan said, but Xie Sanqiu’s complexion seemed to be better.

After a few words, the girls' positions were adjusted.

The girls looked confused, but a few of them understood something when they saw the camera facing them.

Sure enough, when filming started again, the lines were spoken and the movements were performed as usual, but the cuts were not as easy as before.

The crew members were confused.

Is Ye Wan so awesome?

What the hell is this magic? No matter what magic it is, as long as you can shoot smoothly and don't let the director point at your nose and scold you, it's fine.

The staff felt relaxed and happy again.

The female disciples of the Broken Love Valley were no longer happy.

Those who changed positions knew where the problem lay after a few scenes.

The shot that originally showed my face was changed, and now only my back is left.

Didn't perform well? It doesn't matter, as long as you don't fall and get to the position where you should stand.

Broken expression?

It doesn’t matter, the camera can’t capture your face anyway.

Sun Miaomiao and others who had been replaced realized it belatedly and their faces immediately turned ugly.

As for the few people whose faces were adjusted to the side, if they were not facing the camera, their mouths would almost reach their cheeks.

For a time, some were happy and some were sad.

A few scenes were filmed smoothly, and soon it was time for the younger sisters to become indignant and rise up in rebellion.

The martial arts instructors all came on stage and demonstrated to the girls the moves they would be doing in a moment, both verbally and with gestures.

Ye Wan, who was in the center position, pulled the wire hanging around his waist and made an OK gesture to the prop master.

I am grateful that Ye Wan wants to perform well.

There were also those who held resentment and wanted to vent their anger on Ye Wan.

In short, when the sound of hitting the board rang out, a dozen or so junior sisters in white clothes shouted and raised the long swords in their hands and swung them towards Ye Wan.

(End of this chapter)