I chase after the actor by lifting iron

Zhao Yue felt cramped for panting all the way, and it really took seconds like years, and finally arrived at the venue rented by "Youth Tour", a certain hotel conference hall.

Once inside, the first impression is that there are many people.

Everyone walked in a hurry, most of them had work badges on them, some were carrying cardboard boxes, some were carrying equipment, and some were making calls with documents, just like the eight o'clock in the morning at the company of a business tycoon seen in movies and TV dramas.

Zhao Yue is a newcomer, and he has never participated in the school's art performance, so he feels awkward, so awkward that he doesn't know where to put his hands and feet.

At this time, I was lucky to come with the three teachers, so I wouldn't just stand there stupidly.

Wu Zhi made a phone call and said afterwards: "We're early, but it's okay, go to Hall No. [-] and wait."

Zhao Yue was afraid of being lost, so he almost ran behind Wu Zhi's buttocks, and he breathed a sigh of relief after entering the room.

He looked around.

The environment is beautiful at first glance, dark gray carpet, white wooden long table, I don't know if it was a wedding before, and there are pink flowers with balloons on the top of the head.

The hall was soundproofed, and the noise outside faded a lot. Zhao Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and found an empty corner chair to sit on.

After a while, Wu Zhi also came over after exchanging pleasantries, and said to him, "Are you nervous?"

"No." Zhao Yue wiped off his sweat, "It's just that I'm not used to it."

"I think the ostentation is big." Wu Zhi laughed: "You will get used to it in the future. Lao Xu's crew has always been rich, and every time he does it, he is called a tall man!"

Zhao Yue found out.He wasn't afraid of crowds, he could happily wander around in the drinking session before, after all, everyone was having fun.

What he was afraid of was the tense working atmosphere, where everyone looked like an elite, like the most difficult class teacher to get along with.

Just as I was thinking wildly, the door opened, and many people came in one after another, and the waiters of the hotel put all kinds of food on the long table.

Zhao Yue stopped moving towards the corner.

He only had two bites of breakfast before he came, and he was a little hungry right now.The things on the table look delicious, and they don’t cost money, right?He saw someone take it and eat it!

Zhao Yue swallowed his saliva, hesitated for another two seconds, and walked to the table resolutely.Picked up a snack with a strange shape and took a bite.

good to eat!

As soon as Zhao Yue ate something, the previous discomfort disappeared immediately, and he let go a lot.Seeing that no one was paying attention to him in the hall, he cheerfully ate from the far left end of the long table to the right, trying to try every kind of food.

While thinking about Mr. Hou's kindness and the benefits of this job, he stretched out his hand to touch a piece of chocolate cake.

But I bumped into someone on the way.

"Ah." Zhao Yue withdrew his hand: "Sorry... ah, you are the one!"

Ming Chen smiled at him: "Take it."

"You are that that..."

"Ming Chen." Ming Chen reminded him: "Don't you eat the cake? If you don't, I'll eat it."

Zhao Yue's heart was full of excitement, and he looked at Ming Chen hard. He had never seen this competitor so closely, and it looked different from the video!

How should I say, more ordinary?Although he still has a sense of distance from being an idol for many years, the way he eats...why is he hungrier than he looks!

"My name is Zhao Yue." Zhao Yue calmed down, thinking that he couldn't act like a fool who was too excited to speak when he saw a celebrity, and said with his chest out.

"You are Zhao Yue." With cake stuffed in his mouth, Ming Chen first opened his eyes round in surprise, then smiled and said: "...Then let's work hard together!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Yue smirked along with him.

After laughing for a while, Zhao Yue suddenly realized that they were opponents, enemies!Why is he as silly as a fan who has been flipped by an idol, he is too imposing!

Taking a closer look, Ming Chen had already eaten to the front, he hurriedly followed, and issued a declaration that he had been brewing for a few days ago: "In terms of martial arts, I will not lose to you! I will show you my strength !"

After all, he raised his fist.

"...Ah, okay." Ming Chen was taken aback for a moment, then pointed to a pink plate in front of him: "Have you ever eaten this? Is it delicious?"

"?" Zhao Yue was quickly taken over the line of sight: "It's okay, there is garlic in the middle, I think it's good. If you don't eat garlic, don't eat it."

"I like it." Ming Chen quickly took one.

"Then why don't you try that one? It's black. It should be cuttlefish balls. The sauce on top is super delicious!" Zhao Yue said, "I've never eaten fish balls like this before."

"Really?" Ming Chen quickly poked one and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he chewed with puffed cheeks: "Really..."

The two talked and laughed, and half an hour passed.

It was only when Zhao Yue returned to his seat in the corner that he realized what he had just done.

How could this be?

He wondered blankly, why is he so happy?Why the hell does he think this dude is nice and wants to be friends?

The room fell silent at some point, and Zhao Yue looked up, and there was already a row of people sitting behind the long table.

Three cameras were also pushed in and placed in conspicuous places.

"Is this the audition room?" Zhao Yue suddenly became nervous and asked the martial arts teacher beside him.

The uncle said: "That's right, renting such a big place will definitely not only test the two of you. The other students who come to audition are waiting in the next room. Now you are specially allowed to sit here and watch, so don't make any noise."

Zhao Yue nodded gratefully, and decided not to say a word, just shut up and watch everyone perform.

The process started quickly, and there was no sound in the room. The auditionists came in one by one, and went out one by one. The "judges" behind the long table didn't say a word, as if only the camera was working faithfully.

Everyone's acting was really not very good. Zhao Yue laughed several times, covering his mouth and silently enduring it.

Until a girl covered her face with an exaggerated expression, and recited her lines coyly: "Ah! Third brother bullied me——"

Zhao Yue spat out with a "poof--".

The crowd turned their heads.

"..." Uncle Wuzhi was so ashamed, he stepped in front of him diagonally, and scolded him in a low voice: "What are you laughing at, is it fun? You can't laugh even if you are an audience! The cameras and radios are all included!"

"I'm sorry..." Zhao Yue tried to keep a straight face.

"Look at Ming Chen, he's more professional than you. He hasn't laughed once until now!"

"Okay okay..."

After being scolded, Zhao Yue looked at Ming Chen who was sitting in another corner in shame.

As expected of a seasoned artist, he sat upright, looking very serious, but tilted his head from time to time, and the assistant next to him...what are you doing with the assistant?

Zhao Yue couldn't help but squinted his eyes and looked closely.Damn, Mingchen grabbed a handful of candy from somewhere, and was sharing the candy wrapper with his assistant.

I dare you not to watch it at all! ?My teacher praised you in vain!

After all the audition candidates for a role had passed, the judges finally spoke up to discuss with each other.Zhao Yue couldn't understand what he said, and turned his head blankly.

After that, there were two more groups of people in turn. Zhao Yue was sleepy looking at it, and couldn't hold his head down a little bit.

Suddenly, after a door slammed, there was commotion in the hall.

Zhao Yue woke up suddenly: "What's wrong?"

A person came in at the gate, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a smile on his face.With a scarf around his neck, his face is young and handsome.

He nodded to everyone: "Sit, all sit."

It's Mr. Hou!Zhao Yue sat up straight quickly, Mr. Hou finally came!

When Hou Wenchang arrived, he naturally took the middle seat.A staff member ran out and introduced the identities and names of the "judges" to him one by one.

Zhao Yue listened to it again, it's incredible, from the director's assistant director, to the director of the camera, screenwriter, art director, scene team leader, executive director and modeling team leader... It seems that the entire crew who can talk is sitting here.

It's too grand.

Uncle Wuzhi was also called out soon, and stood up to say hello to Hou Wenchang. The other two martial arts teachers next to him also received kind condolences from Mr. Hou.He specially bragged to everyone how awesome these three teachers are, and he still had a little more to say after he finished speaking.

"...and this one, Mr. Ren Ping." The staff introduced the last one, and when Zhao Yue heard the name, he suddenly stretched his head to look over.

The descendant of Dragon Fist, a middle-aged man with no good looks, very thin.Sitting in the seat on the far right, several bodies away from the penultimate one.

His expression was very indifferent, not even polite, with displeasure written all over his face.

In the corner behind him, Ming Chen was sitting there, smiling and waving when everyone looked over.

"...Teacher." Zhao Yue was in a complicated mood, and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Ren Ping the only supporter of Ming Chen?"

The uncle let out a cry: "Did you see it?"

Zhao Yue slandered in his heart, thinking that he couldn't see it?The Dragon Fist heir almost moved his chair out of the room to show his disagreement with them!

But if a person is alone and weak, he doesn't really think he can convince so many people, does he?

"Don't take it seriously," Uncle Wuzhi reminded him in a deep voice, "He speaks very usefully, that's why we hold an audition and teach you Dragon Fist just to let you show your kung fu in front of him and convince him."

Zhao Yue nodded quickly.

"Although you will not lose, what you have to do is to strive to win. Show off what you have learned in a while, and let Teacher Ren Ping admire you."

"Okay!" Zhao Yue's blood boiled.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the other people's interviews were finally finished, and only the highlight was left.

Zhao Yue had been preparing for a long time, and even went out for a trot on the pretext of going to the toilet. At this time, he stood up energetically and said hello to all the teachers.

"Mr. Ren, why are you sitting so far away?" Hou Wenchang stood up suddenly, and said heartily, "Come to the middle, so that you can see clearly. You are an expert in judging this."

Ren Pingping was expressionless, but he didn't refuse, and changed to Hou Wenchang's seat in the middle of the table quite naturally.

Hou Wenchang was stunned for a moment, he intended to ask someone to add a chair for him, but Ren Ping sat down before the chair came, but he stood awkwardly.

"...Mr. Hou, please sit down." The people on both sides reacted and quickly made way for him.Hou Wenchang was a little aggrieved, but he didn't like to get angry, so he waved his hand to signal the audition to start quickly.

The first is a scripted performance.

Zhao Yue didn't come from a major, so he was worse than Ming Chen who stayed in front of the camera all the year round.

The only advantage is that he memorizes his lines so well, he opens his mouth so well, without thinking at all, and he has worked hard behind the scenes.God knows that he always recites in the toilet, dreaming back to the college entrance examination.

After listening, the executive director said: "Yes, you are quite talented. I heard that this is your first performance?"

After Zhao Yue nodded, he said to the left and right: "Although there is still room for improvement, if it's the first time, it's really good."

"It's a bit stiff, and the camera sense still needs to be practiced more." The chief photographer said: "The appearance is good."

Everyone commented one by one, closing their eyes to finish what they could praise, and finally came to the next item.The core of this movie - action ability.

Zhao Yue took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and cupped his hands forward.

He said: "Teachers, I'm going to perform a Dragon Fist next."

After all, he grew up practicing martial arts since he was a child. Zhao Yue's expression changed at this moment, and his demeanor was different from before.He even forgot the pressure brought by the camera, appearing very confident and calm.

"Oh? Dragon Fist?" Hou Wenchang said in surprise as if he didn't know, "Isn't this the kung fu used by the protagonist in our "Youth Walk?"

He looked to the side: "Teacher Ren Ping, this is your family's boxing method! You have to take a good look at it."

Ren Ping glanced at him, didn't say a word, just nodded to Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue bowed, and began to raise his hand, swinging his long fist with a graceful posture.

This set of punches is not short, and it takes nearly 10 minutes to fight a set.But Zhao Yue has also been practicing for a long time. The three teachers took turns to teach with high intensity. At this moment, they played with [-] points of energy, without any mistakes or omissions, and their self-consciousness was very good.

Everyone looked at him without blinking, and many people secretly admired him, there are two brushes.

After all, Hou Wenchang is not an idiot, the person he picked did not embarrass them.Although it lacks a bit in performance, this skill is really beautiful.

Mr. Ren Ping has nothing to say now, right?

Just when everyone was thinking so, a voice suddenly sounded from the corner: "Wrong."

Including Zhao Yue who stopped suddenly, everyone turned their heads in astonishment.

Ming Chen blinked, and said again: "This move is wrong."

Zhao Yue suddenly came back to his senses, his face flushed red: "Impossible! I've always practiced like this!"

"Hmm...you dragon wagging its tail." Ming Chen jumped out while supporting the table, rolled up his sleeves and walked to Zhao Yue's side: "The right hand and footwork are both wrong."

He raised his hand and started to demonstrate: "Dragon Fist pays attention to the word 'tough'. Your arc is too strong. You didn't watch the video of Mr. Ren in Yunshi...Look at my movements, it's like this of."

Zhao Yue was stunned.

"The footwork is also wrong." Ming Chen said: "Dragon Fist's footwork is improved from the seven-star step, so every rhythm must be a seven-step rhythm. You just walked eight, and there was also a mistake before. .”

Zhao Yue listened, his head was in a mess, and he argued: "But, but, that's what the teacher taught me! I practiced accordingly!"

Uncle Wu Zhi couldn't bear it any longer, he rushed out from behind the table in a hurry, and said to Ming Chen, "Walk again and let me see?"

Ming Chen walked again.

Uncle Wu Zhi fell into deep thought, and shouted for a long time: "Old Zhao and old grandson! Come and take a look!!"

The other two teachers also ran up and started a discussion around Ming Chen.

The five people in the arena were full of enthusiasm, but the long line of judges below seemed to be in the Antarctic, and no one could speak.

After a while, Wu Zhi even pointed eagerly at the judges' seat: "Help me get my phone! Watch a video!"

"..." Someone silently handed the phone up, and the five continued to immerse themselves in the discussion, making gestures from time to time, watching the video a few more times, and making gestures again.

"Really!" Wu Zhi let out an exclamation: "I was negligent, I didn't see it!"

Another teacher slapped his thigh straight: "I'm anxious, I was a little anxious when I was studying the video, and you are indeed right, little brother."

Zhao Yue was wronged: "No way? I think it's still smooth to walk eight steps? Teacher, how could you be wrong..."

Wu Zhi blushed, and shook his head again and again: "We also learned from watching the video materials. Now it seems that little brother Ming has learned more than us... Hey, blame me, blame me."

what's the situation?

Wu Zhi, the crew, admits that he is not as good as Ming Chen?

This conclusion was too stimulating, and some people on the spot couldn't bear it.Obviously they have already decided, anyway, they are laymen, whoever is good at boxing and who is not, the reason for voting can completely be blamed on aesthetics.

But now?

Several experts in the field unanimously bowed down to Ming Chen, asking them to close their eyes and say "but I still think Zhao Yue is better"?

...the skin is not thick enough!

"That...Mr. Mingchen," one of them asked bravely, "You know the Dragon Fist too, don't you? Do you want to show us?"

Ming Chen smiled: "Of course."

Then he turned his head and said to Zhao Yue: "Look at the part after the fourth quarter."

Start gesture, punch out, and the martial arts performance begins.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and a sense of oppression rushed over their faces.At first glance, it looks similar to Zhao Yue's movements, but when you look closely, you can feel a rhythm.

Whether it is urgent or slow, your mind is tightly affected, and there is no room for struggle.

After a set of punches, there was a long silence in the hall.

Which is better or worse, as long as people with eyes can see it.In this case, it is too difficult to speak against your will.

Everyone turned their attention to Hou Wenchang, who had a very ugly face and forced a smile at the corner of his mouth.

No one dared to speak.

"...Sorry." Wu Zhi returned rationally at this moment, showing shame, and looked at Ren Ping: "The students you teach are even better."

Ren Ping shook his head: "I didn't teach him, he practiced by himself. It's not unusual for him to be able to follow the routine, and he can also fight against the enemy in actual combat. In terms of reaction, I may not be able to beat him."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!" Wu Zhi sighed, then looked aside: "Boss Hou, I'm sorry."

With his first admission, more than half of the people present told the truth.The gap is so outrageous that it becomes infinitely more difficult for people to tell lies with their eyes open.

This time, the position was reversed, and it was Hou Wenchang himself who stood on the opposite side of everyone.

He couldn't figure it out, it was obviously his project, he was the boss, and he held the highest right to speak... How could he not drive away even a small protagonist! ?

"Then Mr. Hou, happy cooperation?" Ming Chen rolled his eyes and cupped his fists at him.

Hou Wenchang suppressed his anger and forced a smile.The matter is a foregone conclusion, the whole crew is a little bit dissatisfied with him, which is not in line with his style of conduct.So far, it seems that there is no other choice but to accept.

"Good business. That's it for today," he said.

Even after saying such words, he still couldn't accept the result at this moment, and his whole body was in a smoldering anger.

Pieces of blackness were seen before his eyes, and he watched everyone unpacking equipment, packing up documents, and organizing things, his mind was chaotic.

Suddenly, a figure was caught in his sight, and he was startled: "Stop!"

"?" Ming Chen turned his head.

"..." Hou Wenchang looked at the tall man beside him. He had a hat and a mask, but his figure was so familiar!

"Si! Yan! Ann!" He roared, "Why are you here!"

Si Yanan took off his mask and said casually, "Ah, can't you come?"

"You!" Hou Wenchang lost all reason and roared, "Is it your idea!? Is it!!!"

Everyone around was scared.

Although the actor's sudden appearance was scary, Hou Wenchang's hysteria at this time was even more inexplicable.

Inexplicably, it is superfluous to pursue the strange logic in his words.

Si Yan'an put his arms around Ming Chen's shoulders: "What? I just ran with Ming Chen for a while, and I don't know such dragon fists. Are you kidding me?"

After all, he and Ming Chen left first.

Hou Wenchang was choked, unable to speak, and could only gasp for breath.

The crew members were a little scared. In order to avoid this kind of scene quickly, everyone left at the same speed.

Only Zhao Yue, in order to use the wifi in the living room to edit Weibo, huddled by the wall and poked the keyboard.

[@赵越: Damn, this is because my skills are not as good as others, so I am willing to bow down...]

Hou Wenchang glanced at him, blood welling up his forehead: "No posting on Weibo!!!!"

Zhao Yue shook his hands in fright, nodded and ran out, stood in the corridor and deleted Weibo.

Then he scratched his head, and sent another one: [@赵越: The one just deleted, it’s nothing, but the boss won’t allow it to be posted...]