Global Film Emperor

Chapter 155 Coach Song's Exceptional Acting Skills
Although the National Fitness Center can accommodate more than 10,000 spectators, fewer than 500 extras actually sat in the seats. Such a large-scale scene requires multiple cameras and computer special effects. It's impossible to simply hire more than 10,000 people to fill the venue, right? Even if you have the money, you can't just spend it like that.

When Xue Liyong walked out from backstage shirtless, his aura became even more intimidating. Lu Ze wondered if he had some kind of exhibitionist fetish. Why was he walking around shirtless when the filming hadn't even started?

But the first scene to be filmed was the preparation scene backstage. The first scene to be filmed was Xue Liyong backstage. There were various fitness equipment in the room. Xue Liyong warmed up, put on boxing gloves, and the script supervisor announced the start of the scene.

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous combination of punches slammed into the sandbag, making a loud noise. He was using all his strength. As a well-known heavyweight who had cut weight to the light heavyweight class, his punching power could basically be described as monstrous.

His body fat percentage was much higher than Lu Ze's, and his stomach was all fat with no abs. But when he punched down, his arm suddenly got thicker, making Lu Ze swallow hard.

This kind of person is a walking murder weapon. Without a doubt, if such a powerful punch were to land on the chin of an untrained ordinary person, and if that person's neck muscles were a little weak, it could probably break their cervical spine.

The sandbag that Lu Ze was hitting was visually quite impactful, but it was definitely fake; it was much lighter than the real sandbag. If you were to actually play with that, you definitely wouldn't be able to do it.

He was hitting the sandbag, then the speed ball, and then jumping rope. His chest muscles, which would make even women feel inferior, were shaking, but the visual effect was not disgusting. Instead, he looked just like a very fat tiger.

After he finished filming, he turned to Lu Ze, but the two shots backstage were different. Xue Liyong's backstage training room was noisy, while Lu Ze's training room was deathly silent.

Kickboxing coach Lao Song and the other members of the team sat aside watching Lu Ze. Interestingly, this team was indeed Lu Ze's team at the Golden Tiger Boxing Gym, including nutritionist Hou Zhen and doctor Gao.

After the clapperboard was set off, the camera began filming. There was some noise coming from outside the corridor, while Lu Ze sat against the wall with his forearms on his knees and a towel over his head, saying nothing.

"Go warm up."

Old Song isn't a professional actor, but if you ask him to train a boxer, he's playing himself; he doesn't need to act at all. Lu Ze had been learning kickboxing from him for several months, so training him didn't feel out of place.

Lu Ze didn't say anything, got up, put on his boxing gloves, and Lao Song took the target and placed it on his shoulder. Lu Ze punched it, making a "thud" sound. The target feeding began.

After a few rounds, Old Song suddenly changed tactics, slapping Lu Ze across the face with his right hand, which was holding a target. The sound was even louder than Lu Ze hitting the target.

Lu Ze was stunned and remained silent. He glanced at Lao Song's target, then slowly raised his pistol and began to fire.

"boom!"

Another slap! Lu Ze hit him again, and another slap!

"How long are you going to be a coward? Huh? Tell me! You ...

Old Song grabbed Lu Ze's wrist, lifted it and placed it on his chest. Lu Ze's hand wiped his clothes, then fell limply down, and he lowered his head without making a sound.

"Trash! Coward! Any woman could beat you to death right now! I've been playing with you for half a year! Damn it!"

Old Song put his hands on his hips, spun around twice, and then pointed his index finger at Lu Ze's nose. The lighting in this shot made it impossible to see Old Song's eyes. Then he angrily kicked the locker and grabbed Lu Ze's collar.

"Do you want to know why?! You're a born loser! No, you used to be brave, but now you're just a fucking coward! Don't wonder why you don't have money to treat your mother's illness, because you're always wasting your energy on useless things, and then you become a coward in the right places! Get the hell out of here! Don't fucking hit me!"

Old Song cursed so hard that the veins on his neck bulged, and he spat in Lu Ze's face. Lu Ze didn't even bother to wipe it off. Suddenly, the cameraman who was filming the backstage of the competition pushed the door open and came in. Old Song turned around, grabbed the target and smashed it hard on the camera, sending the cameramen running away. Then, with his eyes wide open, he and Lu Ze were face to face, and they started arguing.

"This world will sympathize with the weak, but it will never sympathize with someone who went from being strong to being weak. Tell me, who the hell respects you now! You're far inferior to your second uncle, who reeks of fish. At least he's a man! You're not! You're just a piece of trash who eats noodles without saying a word after being beaten by your second uncle, crying like a woman. Look at yourself, come on, look! There's a word written all over your forehead, your head, your whole body! Coward! You know that! Coward!" He grabbed Lu Ze by the back of the neck and pushed him in front of the mirror. The mirror reflected a blank-faced Lu Ze, as if he were dead, lifeless.

Finally, he spoke.
"I can't beat him."

"Who? Who? Tell me, who can't you beat?"

Liu Ying truly admired Lao Song. It was a waste of his talent not to be an actor. But only the people at Jin Hu Boxing Gym knew that this was the real Coach Song, a devilish coach who never even smiled.

He exaggeratedly pressed his ear to Lu Ze's mouth, his expression filled with undisguised mockery, showing great sarcasm towards Lu Ze, and he never stopped.

"You can't beat yourself! Life is constantly putting pressure on each of us, everyone! Not just you, not just me, not just those of us here, but a man can handle it, he can handle it, but I hope that man who can handle it is you!"

He pointed to the coaching team sitting silently to the side and grabbed Lu Ze's collar again.

"Don't be self-conscious, okay? You can do it. You may not win this match, but I hope you can beat yourself, just like six years ago. I don't care about winning or losing this match, but I believe you will care, and there are still people who will care. So shoot hard, shoot hard! Then go up on the stage and shoot that son of a bitch to death, or you fall on the stage yourself! Finally, I visited your mother. She wanted to tell you something, but she never said it to you in person."

"She never blamed you; she loved you."

Instantly, Lu Ze burst into tears. Wearing boxing gloves, he kept wiping his tears with his arms. He choked up, but held back the urge to wail.

"So, be a man, be like your fishy-smelling second uncle, withstand the pressure, don't fall down. I know you can do it, because this is your only way, your last choice."

Old Song picked up the target from the ground, put it on his hand, twisted his shoulders a couple of times, and started walking backwards around Lu Ze, then held out the target.

"boom!"

The impact on the target was deafening, the force Lu Ze was expected to use. Perhaps men are naturally less prone to tears, but he held back and quickly retaliated.

"Beautiful! Watch your footing, don't stop! Don't panic! Then... bang bang! You dodged too far! Stay focused, watch your stance!"

After the two continued fighting for another half minute, a "Cut!" signaled their stop, which relieved the onlookers. The scene was actually quite tense, and they had seen Lao Song reprimand boxers like this before, so they didn't dare to move while sitting in their seats.

"OK?"

"Okay, no problem, Song can teach you acting skills."

"If you have to put on this show every four or five days on average, and you've been doing it for over ten years, do you still need acting skills?"

Old Song coolly tossed the hand target onto the stool, then picked up a sports water bottle and took a sip of water, leaving Lu Ze dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, only feeling sorry for Jin Hu's boxer.

"You've all suffered."
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There is one more chapter.

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