America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 137: Tear apart

The football training camp began. Martin stood in front of the goal with a tactical board in his hand and a whistle around his neck, and directed the female players' training in a serious manner.

As he blew the whistle, the lap race began.

The six female players formed a circle, and the tallest Latin girl took the initiative to ask for the ball.

Martin shouted, "Kick the ball out with one foot, don't hesitate, this is the basis of fast passing and cutting, right! Just like that, speed up!"

The tall female player Aisha kicked the ball away, and the ball rolled quickly towards Martin.

She had played football with Martin on the beach, and she rushed over like the wind and hit Martin with a bang.

Martin was hit hard, but he did not fall down and held on to Aisha.

Director Kapis shouted Ka, unsurprisingly: "Do it again."

Martin helped Aisha up and reminded her, "Be careful, don't rush so fast."

Aisha turned her back to the director but winked at him: "How is it? Pretty soft, right? Shall we go for a walk on the beach together tonight?"

These young Mexican actors practice English in order to get more opportunities.

Martin didn't have the heart to play these games, and said calmly: "Go get ready, the shooting is about to start."

Elsa added: "I know a lot."

A serious man like Martin couldn't understand it at all: "Sorry."

Elsa said again: "Give me a chance."

Martin raised his hand and shouted, "Makeup artist, I need to touch up my makeup."

Elsa pursed her lips and could only go back to grab the circle.

The filming started again, Martin shouted loudly again, and the lap-grabbing began again.

This one passed smoothly.

Martin stood in front of the penalty area again, instructing the female players to practice shooting.

The shots that belong to him are all of this cool and handsome type, without the need for complex character personalities and intense emotional conflicts.

The shot with the most NGs was the one where Martin himself demonstrated the shooting.

The penalty area line seemed not far from the goal, and it was not easy to kick the ball into the goal at an angle. Martin's first kick was too strong and the ball went into the sky.

The next two kicks were within the goal range, but rolled towards the goalkeeper.

Capis didn't want to waste time, so he told Martin to shoot the ball in a standard position, regardless of where it went.

Then let the local football coach go out on the field and shoot, and if necessary, complete the editing in post-production.

During a break in the filming, Martin just came under the parasol and Blake sat next to him on time.

"You're not good at sports?" Blake looked at Martin's nearly perfect body: "That shouldn't be the case."

Martin said simply: "I played football a few times many years ago, but I haven't touched it since. It's not the sport I'm good at."

Wanting to know more, Blake asked, "What are you good at?"

"Ride, shoot and fight," Martin said.

Blake blinked and asked deliberately, "Are you talking about what I think?"

Martin knocked on the armrest of the chair. "I'm a serious man. Don't say anything indecent to me."

Blake stopped talking and sat sideways in the chair, quietly admiring Martin's every move.

Suddenly, she remembered something and reminded Martin: "My brother Eric, you met him at WMA. He came to visit us."

Martin had no idea what she meant by this.

Blake looked around and didn't see his brother, so he pointed to his head and said, "He's a little dumb. He does stupid things sometimes."

Martin said, "I'm not going to pay any attention to him."

The makeup artist came over to touch up the makeup and the shooting began again.

Blake picked up the script and shook it: "After work, are we still going to the beach to rehearse?"

"Okay." Martin stood up and walked towards the set.

The most important scenes for both characters all take place on the beach.

Not far away, Elsa opened a bottle of water and looked towards the rest area.

Blake, with her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, is like a princess on the set. She likes to call the director and producer uncle, and no one wants to mess with her.

The other three female leads in the same group all had to give way to her.

Elsa spat on the ground and cursed: "Bitch!" She looked at Martin again and remembered what happened just now: "Bad guy!"

She paid a lot to be able to join this crew and dreamed of getting a plane ticket to Los Angeles.

Her teacher at the acting school once told her not to trust middle-aged people and old men, because they would trick her into giving them what they wanted and then walk away.

Young people are more likely to be impulsive.

The target she chose was just a supporting role in the crew, but in another crew with similar investment, he was the absolute protagonist.

Nearby, one of the heroines, April Tamblyn, heard what Elsa said, followed Elsa's face, and saw Martin and Blake.

Aibo recalled and remembered which team Aisha was on. She found Erica, with whom she had the best relationship, and went to the locker room together.

Elsa finished filming her scenes for the day and went back to the dressing room to take a shower and change clothes.

After I came out of the shower, I heard the voices of two girls talking across a row of closets.

"Blake is very close to Martin Davis. Are these two involved?"

"possible."

"Definitely. Someone saw them secretly meeting on the beach of the hotel yesterday. Then they went back to Blake's room together and stayed there for a long time before coming out." "Yes, I heard from the makeup artist that they met on the beach again today."

"Blake's brother, what's his name? Yes, Eric. He came to visit the crew. It would be great if he knew about this."

"The tall blond guy? He looks so safe, my type."

"Don't be so naughty, Eric doesn't like you. His father is a producer and has influence in Hollywood..."

Elsa put on her clothes and quietly left the dressing room.

The two girls popped their heads out from behind the closet and watched Elsa walk away.

Erica asked, "Will she go?"

Aibo said: "It doesn't matter whether you go or not, we can just talk for a few words. It doesn't matter if you don't go, it would be best if you can go. That bitch Blake is showing off in front of me, I won't let her have it easy!"

She said in a more serious tone, "I am obviously the main character, but she asked for more roles and snatched the main character's place. What do you think of us? A bunch of leaves holding up a red flower like her?"

The behavior of people with connections stealing the limelight is disgusting.

Erica said: "There's nothing I can do. She has a good family background."

Ai Bo said disdainfully: "I am more famous and experienced than her. I started acting when I was ten years old."

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Erica left the locker room, her pace gradually slowing down.

Let’s wait and see about this matter. What benefit can she get if a fuss is made?
Erica is just an ordinary girl who dropped out of high school. She doesn't have big ambitions and she envies the stars' followers the most.

Who is more likely to be more popular, April or Blake?

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The crew finished work and the hotel was not far away, so most people chose to walk back to the hotel.

Elsa carried her bag and looked around as she walked. She also asked a few questions to her Mexican companions, and finally found the target next to the basketball court of the hotel.

Eric checked the time and prepared to return to the hotel.

He spotted a hot Latina girl standing on the side of the road. She kept staring at him and was obviously attracted to him.

Eric shook his blond hair in a showy way, and the Latin girl opposite strode over to him.

Latin girls are known for their fiery passion, and Eric is confident in his looks, so he thinks this is perfectly normal.

"Hello, my name is..." Elsa originally wanted to use a pseudonym. When she came to Eric, she suddenly had an idea. Isn't this a suitable target? She was enthusiastic: "My name is Elsa Losat, handsome guy, what's your name? Can you give me your contact information?"

Eric was very happy to attract the girl to come over and ask for contact information. He took out his mobile phone and said, "My name is Eric Lively. Tell me your mobile number."

Aisha gave her phone number first, then deliberately asked, "Lively?" She looked at Eric carefully again: "You look a bit like Blake."

Eric smiled and asked, "Do you know my sister Blake Lively?"

"I know her." Elsa nodded, hesitating: "I've heard of her..."

Even if Eric was dumb, he could tell that the other party had something to hide: "What is it? I'm Blake's brother, I have the right to know."

Aisha was still in a dilemma, and only said under Eric's urging: "There was a jerk in the crew who was very good at lying. He asked her to go to the beach yesterday, and it was said that he even went into Blake's room... Sorry, I didn't mean anything else. I just worried that Blake was young and could be easily deceived."

Eric was a good brother, his face was not very good: "Who is so brave?"

Aisha said: "It seems his name is Martin Davis."

"Thank you, you are a good person." Eric shook his phone: "Wait for me to call you."

"I'm waiting." Aisha was delighted. The other party obviously attached great importance to the information she provided.

Eric returned to the hotel and asked around. Martin was very conspicuous in the crew and someone saw him going to the hotel beach.

After asking clearly, Eric hurried out of the back door of the hotel, came to the beach, looked around, and saw a familiar figure near a reef.

The two had met more than once at WMA and knew each other.

Eric quickened his pace and walked towards Martin.

Martin sat alone on a rock with the script in his hand, waiting for Blake to come over.

Bruce felt that he was sitting far away, thinking that the actors' scenes were boring and not as pretty as the beauties on the beach.

Martin also saw Eric. Seeing him rushing over, he stood up and greeted him: "Eric..."

Eric suddenly sped up and shouted: "Martin Davis!"

He waved his fists and rushed forward like a golden bull.

Martin's grip loosened and the script fell to the ground.

Eric looks very strong, but he is far inferior to Old Bu, with whom he often practices.

Martin dodged to the side, grabbed Eric's wrist with his right hand, and asked, "What are you crazy about!"

"I'm going to beat your head off!" Eric tried to break free.

Martin used his strength to hook and trip Eric with his feet and push with his right hand at the same time, and Eric fell to the beach with a thud.

Bruce saw the commotion and ran over immediately.

Eric stood up, lowered his head, and rushed forward again like a football defensive lineman.

Martin dodged easily and kicked him in the butt, causing Eric to fall flat on his face.

Just as he was about to get up, someone grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back, and at the same time a heavy knee pressed down on his back.

Eric shouted: "Martin Davis, you bastard, let me go! I'm going to blow your head off!"

Martin would never let him go. He pressed Eric down on the wet sand and asked him to calm down. "I don't have any conflicts with you, do I? Why are you crazy?"

Eric felt like a mountain was pressing down on him and he couldn't struggle at all.

(End of this chapter)