Luo Shimiao smiled and said, "I've learned a little bit before." He walked to a chair and sat down.
Just a few minutes after sitting down, Lin Mai came over and said, "Shi Miao, you have a phone call."
She looked at the display, paused for a moment, and said that she felt something was missing. She then lightly swiped the screen.
"Are you awake?"
A roar came through the receiver: "Luo Shimiao, where are you?" A bird with yellow feathers on its head and green feathers the rest of its body stood on the bed, flapping its wings in dissatisfaction.
"You heartless bastard, have you forgotten me again? If you knew that, you wouldn't have come with me."
A month later, Little Green's fur finally grew out, and its color was more vibrant and beautiful than before.
It is as dazzling as imperial green.
“Hehe,” Luo Shimiao chuckled dryly. Seeing the looks she was getting, she got up and walked a little further away before saying, “I haven’t forgotten. I didn’t wake you up because I saw you were sleeping so soundly.”
“You weren’t feeling well when you got off the plane yesterday, and I was worried about you, so I wanted you to rest well at the hotel for a day.”
Little Green: "Really?"
"I would never lie to you, no matter who I lie to. Just stay at the hotel and wait for me to come back."
"Okay, I'm hanging up."
Luo Shimiao patted his chest, relieved that he had regained his composure, and handed his phone to his assistant.
Lin Mai took the phone and put it in her bag: "Should I go back to the hotel and pick it up?"
"No need, it has a phone to play with, that's enough for it."
......
After we mastered the gun-related actions, the action choreographer and director explained the moves to everyone.
Jiang Cheng stood in front of Luo Shimiao, pointed to the wooden table in front of him, and said, "When the other person falls onto the table, you should raise your leg high and use the weapon on your shoe to stab him in the chest."
"I think I understand what you mean. Let me demonstrate." Luo Shimiao performed a few stretching exercises.
Standing two meters away from the wooden table, he suddenly moved, spun around, raised his right leg above the tabletop, and then slammed it down.
"Click"
The wooden table was split in two.
Holy crap!
Luo Shimiao hurriedly withdrew her leg, stiffly turning back to look at Director Jiang: "This... prop seems a bit fragile..."
"This isn't a prop, it's a real table made of solid materials." Jiang Cheng stared at the table, which was perfectly fine a second ago but had turned into a pile of firewood the next, and swallowed hard.
"Could it be that it got soaked in water?"
"Newly bought."
“........………”
There was a few seconds of silence.
Luo Shimiao said, "Director Jiang, I'll pay for this table. Remember that. Let's continue."
"It's fine if it breaks, a table isn't worth much."
"Thank you, Director Jiang," Luo Shimiao said with a sweet smile.
But less than half an hour later he regretted it.
"Bang!" A hole appeared on one of the steps of the constructed staircase.
Clang
"Click"
"Bang bang"
On a flat piece of land, broken items were thrown one by one, slowly piling up into a small mountain.
The props teacher clutched the front of his shirt tightly, staring intently at Luo Shimiao, his mouth agape but unable to utter a word.
The staff quickly poured him a glass of water: "Brother Liu, have some water to calm your nerves."
He took it with trembling hands and brought it to his lips, his eyes fixed on her even while drinking water.
Luo Shimiao naturally sensed his gaze and turned her back to him.
"Shi Miao, please tone down your strength!" Jiang Cheng said, on the verge of tears.
So many props have been destroyed in such a short time. If we were to actually start filming, how many props would we need to prepare!
Luo Shimiao, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered his head and whispered, "I've already accepted it." What could he do if the props were so rubbish?
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