Global Film Emperor

News of Chapter 125's release

"Gurgle."

The sound of the toilet flushing rang out, and Lu Ze, wearing only his underwear, came out of the bathroom, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains, instantly brightening the room.

There was a weighing scale next to the bed. I stood on it and waited for a while. The reading fluctuated slightly between 86.3 and 86.5.

Lu Ze has been training at the club for three months. When he first arrived at the club, he weighed 158 pounds, but now he has gained 7 kilograms. This rapid weight gain has prevented his body fat from decreasing, and it was 11% when measured yesterday.

Perhaps Lu Ze really is athletic; he quickly passed the adaptation period and entered a period of rapid weight gain in less than three weeks, and he is still growing rapidly.

I glanced in the mirror and saw that I looked much stronger than before. My six-pack abs were very visible when I exerted myself, and I had all the lines I needed, including the V-line and the shark line. Even my energy level seemed to have improved a lot.

To be honest, Lu Ze has come to enjoy the feeling of working out. It's like constantly tapping into your potential and energy, allowing you to completely unleash your potential. It's not only good for your health, but also incredibly stress-relieving.

Watching his body improve day by day, Lu Ze patted his pectoral muscles with satisfaction, put on a sports vest and shorts, slipped on his running shoes, and jumped with all his might, reaching the ceiling of a three-meter-high lift.

Good morning, Brother Lu.

Good morning, Brother Lu.

Having stayed at the club for so long, Lu Ze had become familiar with the professional boxers in the gym. Most of them were younger than him, and perhaps because of their boxing backgrounds, they were all straightforward, cheerful, and generous.

"Today's breakfast is steak, vegetable salad, pasta, grilled cod, and eight eggs."

Upon arriving at the canteen, the production crew paid for a dedicated nutritionist for Lu Ze, as he needed to consume a large amount of calories and protein, so he had to eat four to five meals a day, and in the mornings, he would eat various kinds of meat.

"Looks good? Monkey King, have you had breakfast yet? Want to grab some together?"

"I've already eaten. You're just getting up too late. Boxers all get up at 6:30 for morning training, okay?"

Hou Zhen sat on the stool, leaning back in his chair and slowly eating his apple, waiting for Lu Ze to finish. As the nutritionist hired by the club, this was his first time serving an artist.

Their relationship gradually improved because, as a straight man, he generally disliked the actors in the entertainment industry. Before, he would leave after cooking a nutritious meal and basically had nothing to say to Lu Ze.

It was not until he saw Lu Ze's training attitude later that he began to slowly chat with Lu Ze and gradually made appropriate adjustments to the recipes to respect Lu Ze's taste.

Before that? Is it tasty or not? Nutritional meals are just not tasty. This stuff, I don't care if you like it or not.

He swallowed the last egg. Now he eats at least twenty boiled eggs with the yolks removed every day, with hardly any seasoning, at most a little soy sauce. Compared to the ever-changing diet, the unchanging eggs are Lu Ze's biggest nightmare.

Finally, I drank the soy milk. The freshly ground soy milk still had some residue, which made it a little rough on my throat. I let out a comfortable burp, and today's formal training was about to begin.

First, there's swimming, hailed as the best way to lose weight. Every morning, Lu Ze swims at least two kilometers, and the distance keeps increasing.

After swimming, rest for ten minutes, then jog for forty minutes, then eat again, rest for an hour, and then start strength training at 11:00 am, including bench press, squats, rope swinging, and various other exercises for two hours, before eating again.

After another hour's rest, the afternoon session began with the formal training of boxing and grappling techniques.

After bandaging himself, putting on boxing gloves and protective gear, Lu Ze first practiced 20 minutes of lobs and 20 minutes of punching bag work. Then he changed into another pair of boxing gloves, went into the ring, and greeted a dark-skinned man.

Good afternoon, Teacher Song.

"Good afternoon, Lu Ze. Enough with the small talk, let's get started."

He is Lu Ze's free-fighting teacher and target trainer, and is considered top-notch in the country. He is very comfortable in training and allows Lu Ze to perform every stretching movement in the most standard posture.

Soon, the boxing ring was filled with the sounds of heavy punches. Every swing of Lu Ze's landed accurately on the punching pads, and he could instinctively dodge even the occasional feint or counterattack from Teacher Song. "Pay attention to your footwork! Your footwork must be agile! Don't just stand there; your feet need to move!"

Upon hearing Teacher Song's reminder, Lu Ze hurriedly started kicking, but in that moment of distraction, he was thrown to the ground by Teacher Song. The boxers who were resting nearby and watching the celebrities boxing burst into laughter at Lu Ze's embarrassing appearance.

Old Song didn't say anything, but gave Lu Ze time to stand up. In fact, Lu Ze had a talent for boxing, and his talent was not low, which many people could see.

Unfortunately, he didn't pursue this path when he was young, and now at twenty-six, he's past his prime. Of course, he wouldn't go to boxing even if Lu Ze were asked to.

After the hand targets, they started with the leg targets. Every time he kicked the target hard, the loud bang stimulated Lu Ze's nerves all the time, making him forget his fatigue and swing his legs again and again.

An hour later, the target instructor finished his work and Lu Ze moved to the next training ground. Lu Ze's next teacher was Teacher Wang, a retired Chinese wrestler.

When taking this class, Lu Ze would definitely be thrown around by Teacher Wang for about ten minutes, with all sorts of tackles and slams, being slammed hard onto the foam mat.

Once you've memorized the technique, pick up the 80-kilogram dummy and slam it to the ground repeatedly until you're drenched in sweat and the rubber on the sponge mat starts to slip.

Teacher Wang then began training in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and started learning various grappling and locking techniques from Teacher Chen, who had returned from studying Jiu-Jitsu abroad.

Actually, this scene is rather gay. Two shirtless men are rolling around on the ground, and they're using their legs to hold each other's waists and heads. The scene is quite obscene.

We rolled around until after 5 p.m., then had another meal. The dinner was quite substantial, with meat making up the majority of the food, along with various cheeses and similar items.

Anyway, he's not a real boxer, so he won't have to go through urine tests, blood tests, or other examinations. He eats much better and with a wider variety of food than professional boxers. This is also the time when the other players in the club eat, and Lu Ze can often hear them swallowing their saliva on the side.

After watching TV for a while and resting, I'll start jumping rope and jogging to release the last bit of energy in my body, and then I need to take a good cold bath.

Until 7:30 pm, Lu Ze's favorite time arrived: health care! No, it was exercise and massage.

To be honest, Lu Ze had always disliked the fact that the masseur Lao Liu's hands were too cold; they would instantly give him goosebumps when they touched his skin.

But after gradually getting used to it, the cool hands massaging his muscles was a unique kind of enjoyment, even though the massage parlors he had been to before were not very reputable, and he didn't know what it would feel like to be massaged by a professional masseuse with warm hands.

"Lu Ze, your left ankle is a bit swollen. I'll put an ice pack on it for you. Tomorrow, it's best to only swim and stop any other strenuous exercise for now."

"Okay, I'll talk to the coaches about it later. I don't feel much, but is the swelling bad?"

"It's not serious, just a little swollen. I'll have Doctor Gao check you out later."

"Okay, wait a minute, I need to take this call."

Picking up the phone, it was Zhuang Yu calling. The two had been in frequent contact during this time because, after some parts were cut from the film's submission for review, "Mr. Tree" finally received its release number.

Two days ago, Zhuang Yu told Lu Ze that he was discussing the online release schedule with the cinemas, and it seems there's news now.

"Hello, Director Zhuang?"

"Lu Ze, the release arrangements have been finalized. I plan to hold the premiere on the 13th, which is the week after next. The first trailer will be released tomorrow. I'm giving you this advance notice. I've also spoken with your agent, Shen, about your company."

"Okay, then I'll cooperate with the promotion. Okay, then when should I come over? Next week, right? I'm not in a rush. Okay, I'll hang up now."

Throwing his phone aside, Lu Ze turned to Old Liu and waved, "Go on, Brother Liu."

(End of this chapter)