Reborn to enter the entertainment industry, the licking dog ex-husband rolls aside

At this time, Zhang Jing was holding the 200-pound Deputy Director Liu in a princess hug, practicing how to act out emotional scenes.

He could only hold the phone between his shoulders because he really couldn't free his hands. "I may not be free today. I need to work."

Liu Jianxin sighed softly, "Well, that's a shame, you won't be able to meet my new student."

Surprise finally flashed across Zhang Jing's expressionless face, "Didn't you say you would never accept another disciple?"

If he remembered correctly, Liu Jianxin had not accepted a disciple for twelve years.

Liu Jianxin chuckled, "We are not apprentices, we are each other's teachers. I teach her martial arts and she teaches me chess, so in a sense, you should call her Master Aunt."

Liu Jianxin talked to himself, "By the way, that little girl is pretty. Aren't you curious about what your little sister-in-law looks like?"

Zhang Jing still had no expression on his face, and said bluntly: "I'm not curious."

First of all, he is not interested in women.

Secondly, anyone who can teach my father how to play chess is probably already old.

He was afraid that when he saw that nun, he would have to call her aunt or grandma.

Liu Jianxin rolled his eyes. He was not surprised by his disciple's reaction. His two disciples were like this. They acted like they saw a ghost when they saw a woman.

"Well, you'll see me in the future anyway. After all, I'm old now, and I can only teach you the basics. On weekdays, you'll have to supervise me."

Zhang Jing wanted to rub his brows, but he was still holding Deputy Director Liu, so he couldn't free his hands. "I'm very busy filming, so I may not be free."

"Well, Teacher Zhang, why don't you put me down first? You're squeezing my flesh..." Assistant Director Liu suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Zhang Jing heard this and quickly put down Deputy Director Liu. He said to Liu Jianxin on the phone, "Master, I have work to do. I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing asked, "Assistant Director Liu, how was my performance in that scene just now?"

Assistant Director Liu straightened his clothes and laughed dryly, "Objectively speaking, it's terrible."

Looking at that expressionless face, Deputy Director Liu didn't know whether he was depressed or not, so he comforted him first.

"Don't worry, many new actors have gone through this. Acting skills are not something that can be achieved overnight."

"However, your emotional side is indeed a big problem. If you are so indifferent to any emotions, it will be difficult for you to act in emotional scenes."

"Go back and watch more movies and TV shows. Even if you can't get emotionally involved, if you have a strong ability to imitate, you might be able to give a rough performance."

Zhang Jing nodded, "Thank you for your advice."

Deputy Director Liu waved his hand, took two steps, turned back, and asked in confusion: "I'm actually quite curious, why did you choose to enter the entertainment industry?"

Zhang Jing looked like an iceberg that had never melted. He seemed emotionless and indifferent to fame and fortune, as if nothing in this world could stir up any waves in his heart.

Deputy Director Liu was sure that even if he took off his clothes and shook his fat body wildly in front of Zhang Jing, Zhang Jing would not even have a speechless expression.

In the entertainment industry, a world of fame and fortune, everyone has ambitions and dreams.

Everyone says no, but who hasn’t dreamed of winning a big prize, or becoming the best actress or actor?

Zhang Jing raised his eyes slowly when he heard this question. He still had that extremely handsome expressionless face and said, "Inherit Chinese martial arts."

The corner of Deputy Director Liu's mouth twitched slightly. Well, this reason was really something he couldn't refute.

After Deputy Director Liu left, Zhang Jing stood in front of the mirror again, watching the video he found on his mobile phone while making various expressions in front of the mirror.

Deputy Director Liu’s suggestion was very good, and soon Zhang Jing could imitate various expressions.

He can quickly grasp the essence of these more intuitive expressions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, happiness and sadness.

But what kind of expression is it that shows tenderness and affection?

He searched a lot of videos and felt that everyone's expression was very different.

Some of them smiled faintly, some stood there in surprise, and some made a dozen micro-expressions in one second.

In Zhang Jing's world, this kind of emotion is completely missing.

He has no one he likes, no friends, and even no parents.

According to the master, it was a snowy day. When the master pushed open the vermilion gate of Wuji Gate, he saw a basket placed next to the wall. There was a baby in the basket, who was neither crying nor making a fuss.

So the master picked him up and trained Zhang Jing as his apprentice.

He has deep respect and gratitude for his master and will be extremely filial to him.

But other emotions, such as the heart-pounding feeling when you like a girl, meticulous care for a person, sincere friendship, and even strong hatred, have never appeared in him.

Sometimes he even felt like an emotionless robot.

However, he still had his obsession.

In the Wuji Sect's martial arts, there is an amazing skill called Sword Roaring in the Nine Skies.

In the entire sect, apart from Liu Jianxin, no one else can even touch its surface.

The master often said that if this move was lost, he would have to dig up his own grave and curse at his master after he died.

Zhang Jing longed to learn this sword technique, but was never able to succeed.

The master told him that this was because his heart lacked the rich emotions of the human world, and "Sword Roaring in the Nine Heavens" needed these emotions to drive it.

As for the master's other disciple, although he was gifted, he seldom went up the mountain and was obviously not interested in this complicated sword technique.

In fact, Zhang Jing entered the entertainment industry not just to promote Chinese martial arts.

He heard that the entertainment industry is where human hearts are the most complicated. If he wants to understand human hearts, there is no place more suitable than the entertainment industry.

……

In Liu Jianxin's courtyard.

There is a large open space in the center of the courtyard, with a peach tree and an osmanthus tree on both sides.

Shen Jianxin asked Xia Qingluo to demonstrate the sword-dancing skills he had learned before, and observed Xia Qingluo's every move. After she finished practicing, Liu Jianxin said in a deep voice:

"Your movements are indeed very standard. It's already very good for an ordinary person to be able to practice to this level."

"But according to my standards, your foundation is not good enough. Forget about all the fancy things you learned before and start with the most basic standing posture."

Shen Jianxin stood up from the rattan chair and took a standard low horse stance, with his hands clasped in front of his chest. "This is the most basic Tai Chi induction posture."

Xia Qingluo immediately began to imitate him, also half-squatting in a horse stance.

Shen Jianxin took a bamboo pole and poked Xia Qingluo's lower back. "The lower back is the gate of life. You can touch it. It is concave when you stand normally, but when you stand in a stance, the gate of life is raised and convex backwards. This way, your spine can be straightened..."

Xia Qingluo listened carefully to Shen Jianxin's instructions.

It was clearly just a simple little action, but the details involved were exaggerated and it was much more tiring than she had imagined.

In just twenty minutes, Xia Qingluo's legs and hands began to tremble, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell onto the stone floor.

"Okay, let's stop here for today." Shen Jianxin stroked his mustache, "You learn pretty fast. It takes many people several days to learn this guided style."

Xia Qingluo picked up the towel on the chair and wiped the sweat off her face. She felt dizzy and was almost unable to speak.

Shen Jianxin put his hands behind his back and continued, "I am old now and my energy is limited. I can't watch you complete your daily training all day, so I will only teach you the movements. The rest of the supervision will be done by your nephew."

Xia Qingluo raised her eyebrows slightly, "Nephew?"

She studied it in her mind for a while before she realized it.

It turns out that the nephew was talking about Zhang Jing, so isn't she super doubled now?

After resting for a while, Xia Qingluo and Liu Jianxin sat under the osmanthus tree in front of the yard and set up the chess game.

With every step, Xia Qingluo would explain his intentions to Liu Jianxin so that Liu Jianxin could understand.

Liu Jianxin understood a lot, but seeing that it was getting dark, he was afraid that Xia Qingluo would stay up late and affect tomorrow's filming, so he quickly asked them to go down the mountain.

However, just as Xia Qingluo left, a Hummer H2 stopped at the gate of Wuji Gate.

Lu Chengyuan, wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans, walked into Wuji Gate with long legs.

He saw a few elders playing chess in the square from a distance. He walked over, stood beside Liu Jianxin, clasped his fists and saluted, "Master, long time no see."