After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

After listening to Yan Congsheng's statement, Lu Rong was silent for a long time.

He had never seen such an abstract plot before, and to say it was abstract was a good idea.

"How about this, Mr. Yan? I'll discuss this with my agent first and give you an answer then?"

"Okay, brother, you must think about it. Don't look at the script like this. In fact, fox spirits really don't get involved. You are the first one I thought of for this unique and beautiful role!"

Yan Congsheng lied with his eyes open. In fact, they couldn't find a suitable candidate to play the male vixen in the domestic entertainment industry.

Although Director Cui got such a dramatic script, he still followed the standards of previous serious dramas in casting, otherwise he would have just put together a few young actors from online dramas and someone would have come, and it wouldn't have been delayed until now.

Where can they find actresses who are charming but not coquettish, beautiful but not effeminate?

The two talked for a few words and then hung up the phone. Lu Rong hesitated and sent the script information to Shang Yun.

Generally speaking, all the scripts that Lu Rong browsed were the result of screening by Shang Yun, and Lu Rong and his agent had similar interests.

Those pushed by Yan Congsheng are exactly the first batch to be eliminated.

After a moment, Shang Yun replied:?

Lu Xiaorong: Brother Shang, can you please give us your opinion on whether this script is feasible?

The person on the other side was silent for a long time, as if he was browsing something, and he was also waiting patiently.

Shang Yun: Can’t get over it?

Lu Xiaorong: Friendships...

Shang Yun: Cut off friendship with this kind of person. Does he just can’t bear to see you become famous?

Lu Rong blinked. Judging from his tone, the agent probably thought he was joking.

Lu Xiaorong: Brother Shang, I am serious.

The next second, a voice call came in.

After picking up the phone, Shang Yun spoke calmly amid the confusion, "Little Boss, didn't you laugh when you read the script?"

"But isn't making you laugh also a skill?" Lu Rong smiled.

"..."

"This drama is produced by Director Cui." He suddenly mentioned it coldly.

"Ah?" Shang Yun was shocked. How could a good person suddenly become so upset?

Who is Director Cui?

To put it simply, he is another Zhou Yan in the TV drama circle, a legendary figure in costume dramas. His portrayal of court life is meticulous and meticulous, and his costumes, props, scenes, etc. are very exquisite.

He has dabbled in emotions, political intrigues, light comedies, and martial arts, and is a representative figure in domestic costume dramas.

How could such a great director with so many honors choose to shoot such a script?

Shang Yun was extremely puzzled.

"What role do you play, young boss?" Shang Yun asked tentatively.

If it was a melodramatic story about one, two, or three male characters, even Director Cui would have to reject it harshly on behalf of the young boss.

"It's the fox fairy in the play."

Shang Yun's brain raced as he began to search through the tangled emotional thread. After failing to find any, he opened the first version of the script and searched word by word until he finally saw the figure of the fox fairy.

The origin of this fox fairy is not simple. He is not a pure Qingqiu fox demon, but a hybrid between Qingqiu and Tushan.

His father, Qingqiu clan, was the 128th Qingqiu Fox King, and possessed nine tails, a number that symbolizes supremacy.

Her mother, Tushan, is the only mutated pharmacological fox in the clan, a pure white wide-eared fox, whose magical powers are all pure healing energy. She is also the youngest daughter of Empress Tushan.

The fox fairy was born with nine tails. Unlike Qingqiu's upright ears, its ears inherited its mother's wide ears, and the tips of its ears and its fox tail have a light green hue.

He inherited his father's water-based magic and his mother's wood-based magic, and should have been named the Holy Son of Qingqiu when he came of age.

During the sacrifice, it was accidentally discovered that its fate was connected to the fortune of the entire fox clan. It was an auspicious beast that appeared once every thousand years, and was taken in as a disciple by the young master of the previous generation of the fox clan and secretly trained.

Qingqiu then remained hidden from the world for a hundred years.

The most important thing is that although such a character has become the male protagonist's white moonlight several times, there is no emotional intersection between them. The meaning of the character's existence is to expand the map of the demon clan and the final finishing work of the three realms.

After seeing other messy characters, Shang Yun found the character of Fox Fairy Prince and the related plots particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Young boss, wait a minute. I'll go negotiate with Director Cui. This first version of the script is definitely not acceptable."

After saying that, Shang Yun hung up the phone in a hurry.

The negotiations lasted a whole day, and the javelin competition of the sports meeting officially kicked off.

Compared to the high jump, which he had to prepare for at the last minute, Lu Rong was very adept at javelin.

The javelin originated from the ancient human activity of hunting wild animals with spears. Among all cold weapons, Lu Rong is best at using the spear, and the spear and the lance have many similarities to a certain extent.

During the training period, Lu Rong spent 70% of his time practicing high jump and only 3% on javelin, but his javelin results were much better than those in high jump.

The javelin competition venue is divided into two parts: the runway area and the landing area. It is located in the central area of ​​the entire playground and is truly the focus of everyone's attention.

The runway area is the area where athletes start and accumulate energy before throwing. It is at least 30 meters long and can be increased to 36.5 meters if conditions permit. It is at least 4 meters wide.

The running area ends at the throwing arc with a radius of 8 meters, and the landing area is at the front of the runway, in a funnel shape and covered with artificial turf.

The men's javelin weighs 800 grams and is 260-270 cm long.

The sport's javelin must be held in the overhand position during the throw, over the shoulder or upper part of the throwing arm.

The tip of the javelin must land within the landing zone, and the javelin only needs to have a mark on the ground; it is not required to stick into the ground or break the turf.

This sport is relatively dangerous, and the crowd watching is kept away from the track, with only people allowed to stand at the back of the track.

The reason why some schools do not have this sport may be that there is not enough space and conditions to hold it, and on the other hand it is because accidents are too easy to happen, so they will not hold it again if something happens.

When the javelin competition began, all irrelevant personnel in the entire track were cleared out, and the majority of the team was basically seated in the surrounding seats, with an average of two units squeezed into one seat.

In addition to students from our school, there are also many people from outside the school.

Compared to the high jump which only has two referees, the javelin event is much more grand, with the staff including the chief referee, starter, surveyor, recorder and several maintenance personnel.

There were a total of 38 athletes in the venue, all of them were over 1.8 meters tall, and some were even over 1.9 meters tall. Their exposed upper arm muscles were extremely well-developed, with clear lines on their biceps and triceps.

Lu Rong was like a stupid roe deer among a group of strong elks, so thin and weak.

The athletes were scattered in twos and threes, some were practicing with their special javelins, and a few vague glances were cast at Lu Rong's back.

They all knew about Lu Rong's real kung fu, and had just learned about how he defeated Zhang Youwang to win the championship.

Therefore, before coming here, no one looked down on Lu Rong, but when they really saw him in person, they couldn't help but doubt their lives by comparing his body shape.

Does this small body really have strength?

In fact, Lu Rong's figure is not the bean sprout type, but in comparison, she is indeed slimmer.

"Everyone gather here, the test has begun, no weapons are held!"

The referee roared with full energy, successfully attracting the attention of all the athletes.

The starter decided the order of the competition by drawing lots, picked it up and looked at it, then raised an eyebrow at Lu Rong.

The crowd was suddenly in an uproar, and the other thirty or so people looked at the young man standing quietly in front.

Lu Rong took the javelin from the surveyor and weighed it.

This was the first time he got a javelin for competition. Before that he used the spear at home as a substitute.

Generally speaking, the weight of a lance is usually around 2 to 5 kg, while the weight of a modern men's javelin is 800 grams.

It is actually lighter than Lu Rong had imagined. It seems that the measured results will be different from what he has practiced himself.

Lu Rong stood in the throwing area, leaning over to adjust his breathing, holding the javelin firmly in his hand, and his sharp aura was released and retracted freely.

He used a modern grip, with the javelin placed diagonally in the palm of his hand, his thumb and middle finger tightly gripping the upper edge of the first circle at the end of the javelin rope handle, and his index finger naturally bent and held diagonally on the gun barrel.

An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one move, and the competitors on the scene are in awe.

With a whistle, he started his run-up.

The run-up is divided into two stages: the pre-run and the throwing step.

The pre-run is an acceleration process, and the throwing steps are usually 4-6 steps, which is the key link in determining the javelin throwing distance.

Lu Rong's pace became faster and faster, and his speed continued to increase.

From the first marking line to the second marking line, his upper body leaned forward slightly, with the forefoot touching the ground, and his gun-holding arm swung naturally back and forth with the rhythm of his running.

Then enter the throwing step phase, rotate the hip axis to the right, and continue to rotate the right shoulder to complete the gun drawing action.

The upper body turns sideways to face the throwing direction, and after the left foot lands, it forms a large angle with the throwing direction.

Lu Rong stretched out his right leg vigorously, accelerated forward, and took a cross step. His left arm swung naturally to his chest. After his right toe was about 45 degrees to the throwing direction, his torso and right leg formed a straight line.

The last step. At this moment, his body was like a fully drawn bow, with all the strength gathered at one point.

The seemingly complicated movements were completed in an instant and the javelin was thrown in an instant. At this time, the audience sitting on the stage felt much better than those who were squeezed in the back.

The students standing in the back all squinted their eyes. The javelin became hard to find in the glaring sunlight, but the people on the stage could clearly see the javelin cutting through the sky.

The distance of half a basketball court is enough to make people who don’t know the inside story stunned. They rubbed their eyes and couldn’t help but stretch their heads to look.

The surveyor was also shocked. It looked like the kid didn't use much strength just now. How could he be so strong?

I improvised a 50+ sprint, and the surveyor shouted at the end: "65.5 meters! 65.5 meters!!"

The second contestant gasped, his fingers unconsciously clasping the back of his hands.

Niu Boyi easily surpassed the second-level athlete's qualifying score of 51 meters.

In the end, this guy threw 30 meters, which was beyond the highest level of his usual training, but he was not happy at all.

After all 38 athletes finished their attempts, Lu Rong walked to the front again.

"Okay, now we are in the official preliminaries. Each person will throw three times, and the best score will be recorded. The top eight will enter the finals."

The referee reminded.

Lu Rong nodded, stretched his limbs on the spot, and then took the javelin. The spear body gleamed with metallic luster in the sunlight.

Lu Rong did not use his full strength in the trial throw just now. He was just testing his control over the force.

Now that he roughly understood the range of his own strength, he could throw with abandon.

Lu Rong stood behind the throwing line, his posture as straight as a pine tree, staring down at the slender javelin in his hand.

He gently stroked the grip of the javelin while adjusting the strength.

The contestants standing on the side all had solemn expressions, some crossed their arms and some half-squatted, and they all became nervous at the same time.

Following a clear whistle, the young man raised his eyes, each step was elastic, constantly accumulating strength.

The trampled ground raised tiny amounts of dust.

Lu Rong’s speed was getting faster and faster, the wind whistling past her ears and her hair flying in the wind.

Entering the throwing step, his movements changed, as if he had reached the breaking point.

The body turned slightly to the right, and the right shoulder led the javelin to extend backwards. At this time, Lu Rong's seriousness could be clearly felt. The exposed arms showed smooth muscle lines, ready to go.

The moment his left foot landed on the ground, his body was like a taut spring. He kicked hard with his right foot and swung his arms forward quickly. The moment the javelin flew out of his hand, everyone held their breath.

The javelin drew a graceful arc in the air, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling sound. The audience's eyes followed the javelin closely.

The javelin stuck firmly in the sand far away, raising a cloud of grass debris.

The young man stood there, his chest rising and falling slightly, his hair a little messy due to the violent movement just now.

The surveyor, who had been mentally prepared, felt that his preparation was in vain. He didn't have time to be shocked and chased after the fallen javelin.

The steel measuring tape that was stretched longer and longer constantly challenged the cognition of the contestants. It was no exaggeration to say that those who were closest to it could feel the wind brought by Lu Rong.

"Seventy, seventy-seven meters..." The surveyor couldn't help but curse under his breath, and when he ran back, he still couldn't hide his face of surprise.

"How many?!"

The disciplinarian paused with his pen and asked back.

"Seventy-seven!" The surveyor was still collecting the measuring tape and couldn't help looking at the slender Lu Rong again and again.

"The unit is meters? 77 meters?!"

The recorder is still struggling. In fact, he would believe the result even if it was converted into centimeters, because javelin is a sport with a very high upper limit and a very high lower limit.

Some people couldn't even put the tip of the gun on the ground, and some even threw the gun in the opposite direction.

The surveyor said he didn't want to pay attention to him, and asked Lu Rong in a friendly tone: "Student, you still have two more chances to throw, but with this score, you are sure to enter the finals. I suggest you save your energy to prepare for the finals."

What he said was still a euphemism. The surveyor even wanted to give Lu Rong an award on the spot.

Although their referee team pursues rigor, the rules are flexible. Instead of wasting energy in the preliminaries, it is better to stay in the finals to see the ultimate strength of contestant No. 72.