Global Film Emperor

Chapter 134, Last Lesson
Even though it was a real fight, it was impossible for them to really fight with all their might. They definitely held back. During filming, Lu Ze and Wang Zhuang both wore protective gear. In addition, Lu Ze had received several months of professional training. As long as he focused, he could reduce the danger level to almost zero.

So Lu Ze dared to suggest that they play for real, at most he would only get punched through the gloves and gloves, the force wouldn't be too great, so what was there to be afraid of?

Upon hearing Lu Ze's suggestion, Liu Ying and Instructor Tian exchanged glances. This was the first time they had ever heard of an artist requesting to perform some real kung fu. Given how difficult it was to film these moves, Liu Ying was even considering finding a stunt double.

But to be honest, Lu Ze's suggestion was actually quite appealing. Of course, assuming the actors weren't injured, if Lu Ze were to slap someone in the face and cause filming to stop, Liu Ying would be more anxious than Lu Ze.

Moreover, Wang Zhuang didn't dare to either. Although he looked honest, he wasn't stupid. He hesitated for a moment and tried to persuade Lu Ze.

"Brother Lu, don't worry, wait for the leader's instructions. You really can't do it right away."

Today's filming consisted of scattered shots, so the process went very smoothly. However, the pause in this shot caused Liu Ying to lose his composure and become somewhat anxious. Upon hearing Lu Ze's suggestion, he discussed it with Director Tian.

"Is Lu Ze's method feasible?"

Coach Tian didn't dare to make any guarantees to avoid taking responsibility, but in reality, he thought there wouldn't be any major problems. With the protective gear and some special force-reducing techniques, safety could be guaranteed.

After thinking it over for a while, with time running out, he could only nod reluctantly: "There shouldn't be any problem."

"Alright, go and talk to Lu Ze and Wang Zhuang again. Make sure Wang Zhuang stops using his strength. That's it, Lu Ze! You and Wang Zhuang get down!"

Lu Ze knew that the matter was settled, and he wasn't nervous. If it were a real fight, Lu Ze would definitely lose to Wang Zhuang, who could kill him in no time. But he knew the routine of this fight scene, so he could counter it without any problem.

"Wang Zhuang, come here. Make a slight change. Don't hit his face directly. Instead, hit his cheekbone. Watch my hand. When you throw the punch, pull it back a little. Like this, right? And Lu Ze, still use that brace. Hit the protective gear to cushion the impact. Understand?"

The two practiced a few times offstage. Lu Ze was hit several times, but he only felt a push on his head. After informing Liu Ying that they were ready, the two removed their protective gear and started again.

"Awen, your sparring partner has arrived."

"Put on your protective gear."

After taking another kick, the two officially began exchanging punches. When Lu Ze actually took that punch, just like in the previous practice, he didn't feel much. Then, Lu Ze raised his left hand and threw a hook punch at Wang Zhuang's face. Wang Zhuang immediately retaliated with a kick, hitting Lu Ze's thigh.

This hit was much harder than the blow to the head. With a crisp crack, my thigh felt numb and tingly, like I'd been electrocuted.

"What's wrong with the stance?! Don't let your guard down! Raise your left arm! Watch your footing!"

Old Song was yelling loudly from the side, and Lu Ze immediately tensed up. After the two exchanged blows a few more times, they found an opening. Lu Ze kicked out with a jab that landed directly on Wang Zhuang's chin, knocking Wang Zhuang down.

"Okay! Let's eat."

Finally, after filming the last take before lunch, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, it had been half an hour since the normal lunch break, but the take hadn't been completed. Liu Ying was still agonizing over it, and since they hadn't rested, no one dared to eat.

Wang Zhuang got up from the ground and gently moved his chin. The real power of the Superman Punch is very heavy, and it is one of the most lethal punches. Even if Lu Ze held back a lot of force, it wouldn't feel good to hit his chin.

"Are you alright, Dazhuang?"

"It's nothing, my chin is just a little numb. Brother Lu, you have to treat us to dinner tonight."

"Okay, I'll definitely treat you. Look at you, so pathetic, you think a meal is all you're going to do? Come on, let's go eat."

Lu Ze patted Wang Zhuang on the back and shoulder, and the two went to the cafeteria. The cafeteria of the boxing gym was not open to the staff, and they just needed a place to eat.

Lu Ze is now practically the gym's "hospital." He got his own specially prepared meals from Monkey Brother and sat opposite Wang Zhuang. The two ate happily, but Lu Ze was easily infected by Wang Zhuang and would occasionally stutter.
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At 8 PM, filming for the day came to a close. Outside, the crew was tidying up props and equipment, while Lu Ze had already gone back to his room to rest. Lying flat on the soft bed, he didn't want to move a single finger. Action scenes are inherently physically demanding, especially since Liu Ying is a meticulous director. Today, aside from finishing the scattered scenes, they had only filmed less than a page of the script for the main scenes.

Lu Ze is alright, because he has done his homework and his performance is already satisfactory to Liu Ying. But the others are much worse, such as the boxers in the boxing gym. They are indeed professional boxers, but their acting skills are much worse.

His delivery of lines was awkward, and he had a habit of looking at the camera when he was nervous during filming. In short, he infuriated Liu Ying, making her feel like she wanted to eat the security camera.

After lying down for a while, I checked the box office records on my phone. Today, the box office of "Mr. Tree" is still over one million. The fact that it can maintain this box office on its eighth day is the result of the vast majority of art lovers watching it two or three times.

He plugged his phone in, struggled to get up, filled the bathtub with water, took off his clothes, and lay in the tub. Lu Ze still felt a chill and hissed. Taking a cold shower had become a daily habit, but it was still cold.

I submerged my head in the water and held it for more than a minute. Then I sat up and wiped my face. I felt much better, but when I touched my stomach while showering, I still felt a slight pain.

I put on my clothes, took out some Yunnan Baiyao liquid from the drawer and sprayed it on my stomach. My eyes fell on the cigarettes in the drawer that I hadn't smoked in a long time. I thought for a while, took one out, lit it, didn't smoke it, and put it in the ashtray to watch it burn slowly.

Tonight might be the last lesson of the Level 1 system. His thoughts were a bit complicated. The cigarette burned down to the butt. Lu Ze picked it up and poked it in the ashtray until the cigarette butt was completely extinguished.

He sprayed on some mist, didn't cover himself with a blanket (and there was no need for one in this weather anyway), closed his eyes, and heard the familiar voice, "Host detected to be entering rest mode, preparing to enter teaching mode." He felt his body sink, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the boundless white system space.

When you open the course list, the courses you've already studied will automatically be displayed at the bottom, and they'll be in a light gray color. Only one course will be pinned to the top, with the words "Not Yet Studyed" highlighted in white and very eye-catching.

"A simulation course on the mindset and thinking of drug lords."

Lu Ze had a major psychological barrier to this lesson, because he already loathed drug use, let alone becoming a major drug lord.

He had previously taken courses on drug addicts. Although his actual body was not addicted to drugs, he clearly knew what kind of pleasure various drugs could bring.

Lu Ze now feels disgusted whenever he thinks back to how he behaved during the course, like a rat in a ditch, slowly decaying in a dark corner.

Just because the course is fake doesn't mean you can do it without feeling guilty. The authenticity of the course goes without saying. When you're sober, the ideas in the course will clash with Lu Ze's own very positive values, and the feeling of self-doubt is indescribable.

Just like when he was studying murderers, there was a subcategory of killing women, without reason or grudge, just like people need to eat and drink, killing became a habit.

When Lu Ze regained consciousness, those women's faces kept turning around in front of him. For more than ten minutes, his thoughts were in turmoil, and for several days afterward, he was somewhat afraid of women and dared not make eye contact with them.

"Snapped!"

"Timeout selected. Please enter the course quickly."

"Hey! Couldn't you have warned me? You just attacked without warning? Is that how you do things?"

"Snapped!"

"Timeout selected. Please enter the course quickly."

"I'll order! I'll order! I'll order, okay?!"

Touching the course with your finger, the brightly lit system space gradually dimmed until it was pitch black, at which point a three-dimensional red number appeared in the space.

5.

(End of this chapter)