The villain female supporting role is no longer working, wouldn't it be nice to join the editor

Yue Linglan never imagined that the process of finding a job would be so difficult.

It took her a long time to realize that she might have been banned.

She sat dejectedly on the floor of her rental house, thinking: If I can’t be an actress anymore, how can I make money selling gossip?

If Wen Ning'er knew what Le Linglan was thinking, she would definitely think: If you like gossip so much, why don't you just become a gossip reporter instead of becoming a celebrity?

No one knows what Le Linglan is thinking.

In her opinion, selling gossip makes money quickly, being a celebrity makes money quickly, and it is also glamorous.

Wen Ning'er didn't care what Le Linglan was thinking. She was going to shoot a fight scene today, and it was her first time to use wires, so it was quite novel.

Yao Ji has quite a few fighting scenes, and she also has to practice sparring moves, so she is really busy.

She has a background in martial arts and has used her skills to copy Bajiquan before. She has been practicing every day without slacking off.

The purpose of practicing sparring on the set is to make the fighting scenes look good and the action be completed.

That was all that had been on her mind lately.

"Come on, do this move like this, yes, that's it!" Martial arts instructor Zhang Zhiqiang didn't really want to do this job in the first place. He would rather spend that time studying how to improve his kung fu.

But there was really no other way. Since his old friend asked him for help, he had to come.

After arriving, I had to face a group of actors who had no martial arts skills at all and looked delicate.

I finally met someone with a solid foundation, and I must devote all his work enthusiasm to him.

Zhang Zhiqiang asked the wire crew to come over and adjust the wire, while clapping his hands and smiling at Wen Ning'er, "Yes, yes, yes, that's a beautiful move. I can tell you've learned it before. Your skills look like boxing techniques."

Wen Ning'er didn't hide it either, and it couldn't be hidden anyway.

Being under camera, she might be discovered if she took it. There was no need to lie about it, so Wen Ninger chose to tell the truth, "Yes, I practiced Bajiquan for a while, for self-defense."

"Bajiquan?" Zhang Zhiqiang was a little surprised, because as far as he knew, Bajiquan was not suitable for girls to practice, as this style of boxing was known for its fierceness.

Wen Ning'er naturally knew what Zhang Zhiqiang was surprised about. "Boys have their own training methods, and girls have their own training methods. I just do it for self-defense, so I'm not that professional."

Zhang Zhiqiang didn't ask any more questions and continued to talk about the next moves.

"This move requires you to spin in circles in the air continuously, which is quite demanding on your waist strength. My suggestion is that you try it yourself first. If you really can't do it, I will ask the director for auxiliary equipment or find a double to help you complete this move."

Wen Ning'er was surprised. She only knew that if an artist couldn't do a move well, a stand-in could do it, but she didn't know there were auxiliary equipment.

"What are auxiliary equipment?" Wen Ning'er asked curiously.

Zhang Zhiqiang described it to Wen Ning'er, saying it was roughly like the wheels of a wheelchair, the kind that allows the person sitting in the wheelchair to move the wheelchair forward by themselves.

It is just hollow in the middle and is put around a person's waist, enabling the person inside to rotate more smoothly in the air.

However, it is easy to get injured if you are not careful. For example, if the person is not turning and the machine is turning, it is easy to sprain the person inside.

"Let me try it myself first." Wen Ning'er felt that she could do it.

I tried it twice with the help of Zhang Zhiqiang and there were no major problems. With the assistance of wire ropes, there was no need for other machine assistance.

Director Yan saw that the two people had no problems after trying a few times, so he called the stagehand, "Okay, stagehand, clap the board, everyone, pay attention. Let's start!"

Yao Ji was wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved fairy dress, holding a sword in her hand. She said to the people in front of her in a bad tone: "Hmph! Hand over the things quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."

Yan Jin didn't take the woman in front of him seriously. The girl didn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to snatch the treasure.

"Hey~ little girl, you're not afraid of your tongue getting blown away by the strong wind."

Yao Ji's face was expressionless, and everyone who knew her knew that she was really angry.

"We were the first to discover this Tianming grass, and we were almost picking it, but you guys snatched it away. You..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the person opposite her. "You say it's yours? Who can prove it? I also said that I discovered it first, and now the Tianming Grass is in my hand, so it's mine!"

Yan Jin had no intention of handing the thing over. The duck was already in his mouth, so why would he spit it out?

"Brother Yan, why are you wasting time talking to a little girl? Let's go back to the sect quickly. We have been out for quite a long time." If he didn't go back, he would be punished. He had just sneaked out to play in the first place.

A slightly younger man next to Yan Jin urged with a slightly anxious look on his face.

"Well, let's go." Yan Jin nodded, took out his sword and placed it under his feet, and wanted to leave.

As for Yao Ji?

He didn't take it seriously at all.

Yao Ji didn't intend to say another word to this unreasonable man. With a sword in her hand, she rushed directly towards the group of people.

It was the younger man who reacted first and blocked the attack, but Yao Ji's power was too strong and she knocked the man away.

The man spat out a large mouthful of blood before flying away. In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He was lying face down, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Yan Jin didn't expect that the girl who looked easy to bully would actually fight back. He didn't react for a moment, but when his junior brother flew out, he immediately picked up his weapon and fought back.

The two sides started fighting instantly, but it was a one-sided situation!

Yao Ji's attack was not consistent with her appearance at all. It came towards Yan Jin as fiercely as a violent storm. Yan Jin, who was attacked, could only defend himself in a helpless and awkward manner, and had no power to fight back at all.

In just a blink of an eye, the outcome seemed to be in no doubt.

There was only one person left on Yan Jin's side. When he saw this situation, he turned around and ran away.

Just as Yao Ji dealt with Yan Jin, she saw the person running away, and threw the sword in her hand, hitting the person in the back.

The last one is dead.

Yao Ji slowly descended from mid-air.

Originally, the scene would have ended when Wen Ning'er fell from mid-air, but no one expected that an accident would happen.

Wen Ning'er heard Si Zhenting say, "Be careful!" Then she looked in the direction and saw Si Zhenting running towards her with a panicked look on his face.

Then the director ran towards her with a ferocious expression, knocking over the stools, but no one noticed.

Wen Ning'er felt that all her senses were slowed down at that moment, and she heard a chaotic sound around her.

A staff member was yelling: "Call an ambulance!"

From the chaotic voices of the surrounding staff, Wen Ning'er discerned a useful piece of information: her wire rope was broken.

When she was about to fall, she subconsciously adjusted the direction of her body to make the body cushion smaller, and bent her knees slightly to reduce the impact.

Then everything went dark.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Si Zhenting holding her in his arms, his eyes full of worry and a hint of relief.

The cello-like voice was a little anxious, "Are you okay?"