Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Now that everyone is here, the next thing will be easy.

Test shoot and make adjustments.

Adjust and test shoot.

More than an hour later, the shooting officially began.

It was not until the filming that Shen Bin knew what kind of effect the role he was going to play should achieve. Wasn't it just a country bumpkin coming to the city?

The scene of him walking out of the airport accompanied by a white old man, and then Fan Bingbing and the stewardesses passed him. The white stewardesses covered their noses as they walked past him, looking disgusted, but Fan Bingbing apologized for his companions' unreasonable behavior. The most classic scene was when Fan Bingbing looked back and smiled.

This scene was shot several times, but Quentin was never satisfied. Fan Bingbing understood the director's intention and kept correcting Shen Bin's mistakes until Shen Bin was tortured to the point of losing his patience. His eyes began to become empty, and he prayed that this crappy advertisement would end soon.

This state is what the director needs.

Finally, it was passed smoothly. Shen Bin came to the director and heard Quentin instructing the people around him, "I need to turn it into a gray color, and make the surrounding people and scenes seem unreal, just like images in a dream, and they are all bright and magnificent, forming a strong contrast with the protagonist." Quentin pointed at the replayed picture and explained to the special effects staff.

"Yes, I understand, don't worry!"

Quentin reviewed the footage twice more and felt that today's results were good. He said, "Call it a day, go back and have some rest. We'll be shooting the street scene tomorrow, so I hope everyone will be well prepared."

In the car, Fan Bingbing yawned lazily.

Having been tortured enough on the first day, Shen Bin stared blankly out of the car. She asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"If I had known this, I would not have accepted this advertisement. These are things you actors should do. It is more suitable for me to just focus on playing football."

"This ad idea is really boring. If it were me, when I turned around and smiled at you and saw you staring at me with lustful eyes, I would stare back at you with a look that said, 'You bastard, you're doomed,' and then punch you directly in the eye and say, 'Look! Look! If you show me that again, I'll dig your eyes out!'"

"..."

Shen Bin's mouth twitched...

Alan, who was driving in the front, was fine as he didn't understand Chinese, but Zeng Jia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, burst out laughing.

Shen Bin’s first reaction was: This beautiful girl has a really big imagination.

The second reaction was: "Why use Sichuan dialect?"

“Because other dialects aren’t cruel enough!”

"Isn't this insane..." Shen Bin rolled his eyes.

"Hahaha……"

After the joke, the two of them were no longer so unfamiliar with each other and became much closer.

Fan Bingbing began to ask Shen Bin about his life and football playing abroad, and also told Shen Bin a lot of unknown gossip in the entertainment industry.

"I envy Nicole Kidman and her friends. They just played a vase in a few movies, and lost money on every one of them, but they can easily get endorsements for several blue and red blood luxury brands (European luxury goods are divided into blue blood and red blood, blue blood is more advanced. Legend has it that the ancestors of European aristocrats all had blue blood, so the most high-end luxury goods are called blue blood).

Although we are the top actresses in the country, we fought tooth and nail for this crappy Coca-Cola endorsement."

"...Brother, look at me."

"What are you doing?"

"Do you think I look like an Oscar-winning actress?"

"picture."

"You see, I'm no worse than a Hollywood actress. At least my good brother still appreciates me, haha..."

The laughter floated from the car into the night sky of Nice.

Not like a silver bell.

Better than the sound of nature.

The next day, Shen Bin followed the photography team to a rural dirt road to shoot shots of people performing ball skills. This was something Shen Bin was good at, but he couldn't understand why they covered themselves tightly with green screens.

There are no shots of Fan Bingbing today; she did not come along.

The last day of filming the commercial was at the Nice Stadium, where Shen Bin was required to open his arms and act out a celebration after scoring a goal, and then run to the sidelines to hug Fan Bingbing.

This was too difficult for Shen Bin. More than two hours passed and he shot it more than a dozen times, but Shen Bin always got scared at the last moment.

What a joke! He has never even touched a girl's hand in his life, how can he get used to hugging a girl who is so beautiful that he is dazzled in front of everyone?

Fan Bingbing also became anxious the next few times. He didn't want to hear Quentin's dissatisfied curses in Tennessee slang again.

She began to throw herself into Shen Bin's arms, which made it even worse. Shen Bin began to tremble all over, his face turned red like a monkey's butt, and he kept his arms open, not daring to hug the sweet and soft young lady.

Although Zeng Jia was also anxious, she still came over and quietly reminded him, "Okay, be gentle. Don't stress out this hot-blooded young man and make fun of him."

When Quentin was about to express his dissatisfaction with the two again, Fan Bingbing took the initiative to say to Quentin: "Director, can you give us some time?"

Quentin spread his hands, expressing helplessness, but still nodded.

"Come with me." Fan Bingbing took Shen Bin's arm and walked towards the elevator of the stadium.

"What are you doing?" Shen Bin felt a soft touch on his arm. He followed her without knowing why.

"Go do something exciting." Fan Bingbing's face slowly turned rosy.

"Something exciting?" Shen Bin had a bad premonition. Why did he feel like a sheep encountering a big bad wolf, but the girl next to him was supposed to be the gentle one.

Soon they walked into the elevator and came to the VIP box on the second floor. Fan Bingbing looked around. The venue was quiet without any competitions. Not even a ghost could be seen. Then he pulled Shen Bin to the interval before the passage.

"Sister Bingbing, what are you going to do?" Shen Bin couldn't help but ask.

"Of course..." Standing in the interval and looking around, seeing that there was no one there, Fan Bingbing opened the bathroom door and without waiting for Shen Bin to say anything, grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

"Bingbing...Sister!" Squeezed in a small space, Shen Bin, who was standing almost face to face with Fan Bingbing, was breathing heavily, and a faint blush appeared on the pretty face of the girl in front of him.

Fan Bingbing was very gentle. At first, she felt like she was being torn apart. Then it took a long time for her to get used to it. Suddenly... she was almost flying in the sky...

The cramped environment made it difficult for her to make large movements, and only her lower body could move. Even so, she still... reached the climax again and again at that intense frequency.

Fan Bingbing, who had been trying hard not to make a sound, finally loosened his grip on Shen Bin's shoulder, let out a long, ecstatic cry, and then lay motionless on Shen Bin.

Zeng Jia, who was worried, rushed in and picked up the little sister, looking at the bewildered Shen Bin, "You are such a beast!"