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"Immortal aura?"

Zhao Jian casually tossed the half-eaten apple into the trash can, shrugged, and his eyes clearly said: If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then shut up.

"Mr. Yu, the word 'float' is easier said than done. People have weight, as Newton himself has been watching."

"Wang Yuyan isn't a helium balloon; if she doesn't touch the ground, that's called being a ghost, not a fairy. Don't you agree?"

The stuntmen around him also joined in the laughter.

At that time, the action design of martial arts dramas was still in the stage of "hard-hitting" and "countering moves".

People think a great fight is one where a fist hits flesh with a dull thud, or one where a somersault is fast.

Yu Le didn't respond, slowly spitting out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth and patting the dust off his bottom.

He walked directly to the center of the field, his flip-flops making a clattering sound on the concrete, looking completely out of place.

"Young man, can I borrow your sword?"

Lin Zhiying paused for half a second, then subconsciously handed over the heavy prop sword.

Yu Le took the sword, flicked his wrist, and twirled it into an extremely beautiful sword flourish.

Although he hadn't specifically trained, his physique—slim when dressed but muscular when undressed—combined with his languid air, possessed an inexplicable, almost sinister quality.

"Coach Zhao, watch closely. This is called a visual illusion, not a violation of physics."

Yu Le stood there casually in the open space, her flip-flops still dangling.

He beckoned to Lin Zhiying: "Come on, stab me with your sword, just do it in slow motion."

Lin Zhiying did as instructed, thrusting his sword forward.

Yu Le didn't dodge to the side like in traditional martial arts films, nor did he use his sword to block.

Just as the sword tip reached his chest, he lightly flicked the ground with his toes.

He drew a semicircle in the direction the sword had pierced.

His upper body barely moved; only his feet moved at an astonishing speed.

When Lin Zhiying's sword missed its mark, the person who reappeared was already behind Lin Zhiying, the cold tip of the sword firmly pressed against the opponent's back.

The entire room fell silent.

Is that fast?

Unhappy.

But that fluid, effortless movement was incredibly graceful.

This is what we call artistic conception.

Yu Le sheathed his sword and raised an eyebrow at Zhao Jian, who was still in a daze.

"In the world of martial arts, killing doesn't require sweating."

"Especially a beauty of Wang Yuyan's caliber, she should be like a gust of wind or a cloud."

"You made her roll around on the floor?"

"That's a desecration of this appearance."

Zhang Jizhong stared at the footage that had just been recorded on the monitor.

The wrinkles on his large, bearded face were practically glowing.

Wonderful!

This is exactly the ethereal aura I've been looking for!

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Yu Le.

"Xiao Yu! You're a fucking genius!"

"Let's change it according to Xiao Yu's suggestion!"

.......

Life is like the flowing water in the mountain valleys of Xinchang; it seems slow, but in reality, it never returns.

Life on the film set was very mundane.

Aside from filming, all I do is eat, sleep, and play games.

There are no beans here, only mosquitoes to swat.

Yu Le's status in the crew skyrocketed.

It's not just because he spent eight million and became a big spender.

Even more so because of his mouth.

It's toxic, but it's also real.

Whenever filming reached a stalemate, or when Zhang Jizhong flew into a rage over a particular shot.

Yu Le would always stroll over leisurely, and in that infuriatingly sharp tone, point out the problem incisively.

Moreover, they often come up with ingenious yet surprisingly useful solutions.

Over time.

The way everyone looked at him changed.

This is clearly a mysterious and unfathomable master!

Even the proud and arrogant Lin Zhiying would often hang around Yu Le, calling him "Brother Le" affectionately.

I wanted him to help me see if there was any room for improvement in my role.

However, there was only one person Yu Le cared about the most.

Liu Qianqian.

Under his "tutelage," this girl's acting skills, though not yet at a level of perfection, are becoming more and more refined.

All you have to do is put on that costume and stand in front of the camera.

She is exactly like Wang Yuyan who stepped out of the book.

of course.

Once the director yells "Cut!"

That ethereal, fairy-like beauty would instantly lose her composure.

He turned into a loud, gluttonous person who was always looking for snacks.

"Yu Le! I'm hungry!"

"Yu Le! My hand warmer isn't warm anymore!"

"Yu Le! This line is so hard to memorize, can you help me with it?"

Although Yu Le verbally complained and called her a "debt collector" and a "money-devouring beast," she was still being treated with disdain.

But the body tells a different story.

Make chicken wings.

Please replace the hand warmer.

Dialogue rehearsal coach.

The way they doted on him made Liu Tao, who was standing next to them, feel envious.

"Sigh, I wish I had a dad like that."

As Liu Tao ate his dry boxed lunch from the film crew, he looked enviously at Yu Le, who was peeling oranges for Liu Qianqian not far away.

Hu Jun, who was standing next to him, took a swig of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and chuckled.

"Come on."

"That kind of thing is something you can only come across by chance."

Time flies.

February arrived in the blink of an eye.

The Spring Festival is just around the corner.

The temperature in the mountains dropped to freezing.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a thick layer of frost flowers on the windows.

Yu Le, wrapped in a thick military overcoat and holding a thermos, was huddled in a corner basking in the sun.

He looks like a retired old man.

"Ring ring ring—"

The Nokia in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

The classic monotone ringtone sounded particularly jarring in the quiet valley.

Yu Le lazily took out his phone.

I glanced at the caller ID.

Li Dawei.

He raised an eyebrow, calculated the time, and realized it was about time.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey? Director Li, what's up so early in the morning?"

On the other end of the phone.

Li Dawei's voice sounded somewhat excited.

"Brother Yu! Good news!"

"CCTV has given it a release date!"

"The Story of a Noble Family! March 20th! CCTV-8 prime time!"