After dinner, Jiang Ling took a shower and sat on the bed to video chat with Zhou Xian. Zhou Jing'an brought hot water, put her feet in the basin, looked up and asked, "Is it hot?"
Jiang Ling shook her head and pulled him over to sit down and chat. Zhou Jing'an didn't move. "I'll just listen to you guys talk. I can give you a massage."
She massaged her calf muscles from the ankle upwards. Although she had stretched them, massage could relieve fatigue. Jiang Ling felt her muscles were very sore.
It was already nine o'clock. After a few words, the three of them chatted for a while before Jiang Ling told Zhou Xian to go to bed quickly, as he had to go to kindergarten the next day. Since joining the team, she had called him every day, feeling a little worried about him.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jingan wiped her feet clean, carried her to the bed, and asked her, "Does it hurt anywhere?"
Jiang Ling threw herself on the bed, raised her arms, and kicked her legs. "It hurts everywhere."
For people who lack exercise for many years, a sudden workout can be very harmful.
Zhou Jingan leaned over and kissed her, "Then lie down, I'll give you a massage, and then you can close your eyes and go to sleep."
Jiang Ling did as he asked and lay on the bed, enjoying his care. After the massage, her muscles felt numb and comfortable, and she fell asleep after closing her eyes for a while.
The next morning at six o'clock, Jiang Ling got up on time and went downstairs for breakfast. She felt much lighter all over. She scooped a wonton and handed it to Zhou Jing'an's lips. She blinked and smiled and said, "Master Zhou, you are a miracle worker."
Zhou Jingan ate it with a smile, put the peeled eggs on her plate, and promised to give her a massage every day in the future.
The physical training was finally completed. Starting from the sixth day, each person had to practice specific moves. Zhou Jing'an was worried sick. Fortunately, the members of Su Yan's original martial arts group had a foundation, so he was able to get started with just a little guidance.
The previous martial arts director was called Hu Biao. Ever since being defeated by him, Jiang Ling's eyes were full of stars every time he saw him. Jiang Ling smiled and said that he had gained a little fan.
The members of the martial arts group learned the moves he designed and helped him standardize the actors' movements, providing one-on-one training to improve efficiency. Zhou Jing'an was responsible for overall coordination and checking progress, acting as a mobile coach.
"Sister-in-law, let me help you from now on." Hu Biao came close to Jiang Ling.
He spontaneously called Zhou Jing'an "Brother Jing". This attentiveness made Jiang Ling unconsciously think of Qi Tianyang, who also consciously called her brother and called her sister-in-law when he saw her.
Before Jiang Ling could say anything, Zhou Jing'an came over and said, "No need, I'll take care of her myself, you go help someone else."
Hu Biao agreed tactfully, slapped his head and said that he was a fool. It was someone else's wife, so of course he was responsible for it himself. There was no need for him to get involved.
Jiang Ling smiled and asked him softly, "Aren't you afraid that others will accuse you of favoritism?"
Zhou Jingan raised his eyebrows and took her to choose weapons. He said calmly, "I am just being partial, so what?"
Is he stupid to let his wife be taught by someone else?
Jiang Ling's lips curled up as she took the soft sword he handed over and heard him say, "The soft sword is light and flexible, suitable for Xiao Hui. This one is for practice. Director Su will deliver the weapons for filming in a few days."
The script only said that Xiao Hui used a sword. It was only after Zhou Jing'an and Su Yan came up with their own ideas that it was changed to a soft sword.
"good."
She weighed it casually and found it was very light. The blade was not very sharp and there was a gap. It could only be used for practice.
"Wrapped around the waist, right?" The Xiaohui soft sword he designed can be hidden in the belt. The handle is thin and the pattern is beautiful. It is placed in the middle of the front waist. It cannot be seen at ordinary times, and others will think it is a pattern decoration on the belt.
Zhou Jingan nodded, took it and carefully tried to wrap it for her, "Don't move, be careful not to scratch it."
Training requires comfortable, loose-fitting pants, and tops that are as tight and short as possible to facilitate wire suspension. Jiang Ling wore a tight, long-sleeved black shirt and loose black sweatpants. Her hair was casually tied in a ponytail, which made her look tall and youthful.
Zhou Jing'an bent down to wrap her up and secured it with his hands. Jiang Ling looked down and asked, "How is it? Is it working?"
In order to fix the soft sword, Zhou Jing'an held her waist with both hands, stared at her waist, and frowned slightly.
Jiang Ling looked up, puzzled: "What's wrong?"
His eyelashes trembled slightly and he turned away his eyes slightly. Jiang Ling noticed that his ears were red.
"The waist is too thin." He suddenly whispered.
Jiang Ling was stunned and couldn't help laughing.
How come this person is... sometimes serious and sometimes not serious.
She looked around and saw that everyone was busy adjusting to their weapons. No one was paying attention to them, so she decided to tease him. She winked at him playfully and said in an ambiguous tone, "Why? Don't you know if my waist is thin or not?"
Then she saw Zhou Jingan's ears turned even redder. He lowered his head and gave her a warning look, whispering, "Stop it..."
Jiang Ling tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "It was obviously you who acted like a hooligan first, you scoundrel..."
Zhou Jing'an chuckled, grasped her waist with both hands and pulled her into his arms, whispering, "From now on, the matter of wrapping this soft sword can only be left to me, ok?"
Jiang Ling put her hands behind her back and raised her chin. "Coach Zhou is too overbearing. Do you do this to others as well?"
She emphasized the words "do it personally".
Zhou Jing'an smiled, "Is Ling'er jealous?"
These days, when he was giving instructions to others, he didn't see any reaction from her.
Jiang Ling snorted and laughed, "That depends on the situation." She nodded his hand on her waist with one hand and smiled, "This kind of thing won't work. If you dare, I can sue you for unspoken rules."
Zhou Jing'an couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Looking at her threatening smile, he felt so much love in his heart. If they were not outside, he would definitely pester her and kiss her for a long time.
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