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In that very instant.

The light matrix inside the green screen tent suddenly flashed.

The large shadows cast by the simulated high-speed passing of the debris instantly swept across the faces of the two people.

"Bang!"

A dull, muffled impact emanated from the subwoofer. It was a simulated sound of debris striking the space shuttle's wing.

The robotic arm where Liu Qianqian was located jerked backward suddenly under the drive of the hydraulic system.

The immense inertia caused her to fall forward, only to be pulled back by the buckle around her waist.

Disaster struck.

"boom!"

A silent explosion unfolded in space.

The Shenzhou space shuttle was instantly torn to pieces by high-speed satellite debris.

At the control panel of the robotic arm, the operator slammed down the joystick.

The twelve-axis robotic arm that held Liu Qianqian in place began to operate frantically.

Upside down, tumbling left and right.

Extremely fast.

Xia Xing, played by Liu Qianqian, has her mechanical arm, which was originally attached to the space shuttle, broken off by debris.

She was thrown into the vast and boundless abyss of space.

She was being carried by a robotic arm, tumbling violently and erratically in mid-air.

Weightlessness. Loss of control. Dizziness.

Inside the green screen tent, everyone held their breath.

Yu Le put down her thermos. Her gaze was fixed on the figure in mid-air.

On the monitor screen.

Alfonso's eyes were wide open like saucers.

So real!

Liu Qianqian completely gave up on managing her facial expressions.

During the violent rolling, her facial muscles twitched slightly due to fear and centrifugal force.

Her eyes were fixed on the front, her eyeballs trembling violently in their sockets.

It is a physiological instinct that a person has to find a reference point when they are in a state of extreme dizziness and weightlessness.

The oxygen warning light inside the helmet started flashing red.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

The piercing alarm sounded particularly deadly in the quiet of space.

Oxygen reserves: 10%

Liu Qianqian's eyes began to glaze over.

That profound sense of loneliness, of being abandoned by the entire universe.

She stopped struggling.

His hands hung limply in front of him, swaying slightly with the inertia of the roll.

Instead, a hint of relief appeared in his eyes.

Alfonso got goosebumps all over his body behind the monitor.

This is exactly the image he wanted!

It's not a disaster created with special effects, but rather the profound sense of powerlessness and suffocation that humanity feels when facing the vast universe.

Just as Xia Xing was about to give up.

A beam of light swept across the darkness.

"Xia Xing! Report your location!"

Cheng Long's voice cut in abruptly from the noisy communication channel.

The robotic arm control console received another instruction.

The robotic arm where Cheng Long was positioned quickly cut into the frame from the side and rear.

His character, Yang Guowei, uses the remaining fuel from his jetpack to navigate through a storm of debris and finally catches sight of Xia Xing.

"I see you. Turn on your flashlight! Hold your hand out!"

Liu Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes.

Her unfocused pupils refocused. The instinct for survival compelled her to unleash her final strength.

She struggled to raise her arm and press the light switch on the arm of her spacesuit.

A faint beam of light appeared in the void.

Cheng Long maneuvered his body and charged towards the tumbling Liu Qianqian.

The two robotic arms completed a close encounter in mid-air.

"Bang!"

Cheng Long grabbed the safety buckle around Liu Qianqian's waist.

The immense inertia carried the two of them further into deep space.

"Got you." Cheng Long said, panting heavily.

"Click!"

Alfonso suddenly pressed the intercom.

The robotic arm slowly came to a stop.

The audience was silent.

A full three seconds passed.

"Whoosh—"

Thunderous applause erupted inside the green screen studio.

The applause subsided slightly.

The robotic arm slowly lowered the two people down.

As soon as Liu Qianqian landed, her legs gave way and she knelt directly on the cushioning mat.

The intense rolling around for several minutes, coupled with her extremely genuine emotional investment, instantly exhausted her physical strength.

Alfonso rushed out from behind the monitor.

"Liu! You're a genius! Your performance just now completely exceeded my expectations!" He gestured wildly.

Liu Qianqian stood up with Yu Le's help, and was about to say a few words of modesty.

Alfonso then changed the subject.

"but."

He stopped smiling, and his eyes became extremely harsh.

"When Cheng Long grabbed you just now, your body's reaction force wasn't natural enough. In space, the collision of two objects produces a very significant momentum transfer."

"The robotic arm is too slow."

"So, we have to start over."

These words were spoken.

The surrounding staff all gasped in shock.

The 17-minute long take was perfect for the first 16 and a half minutes, but was completely scrapped and started over because of a small physical flaw at the end.

Liu Qianqian did not complain.

She took a deep breath and pushed Yu Le's hand away.

"Give me five minutes to rest. Then continue."

The next three days.

Alfonso's obsession is vividly displayed in this long take.

"The lighting is wrong! Let's start over!"

"The roll angle is off by three degrees! Let's do it again!"

"Liu, your breathing rhythm is off. This is likely due to extreme oxygen deficiency, not an asthma attack! Let's start over!"

Once, twice, ten times, twenty times.

The violent tumbling on the robotic arm caused Liu Qianqian to vomit countless times.

After each vomiting episode, she rinsed her mouth, wiped her lips, and reattached the robotic arm.

Jackie Chan accompanied her as she flew and grabbed at the target again and again. This kung fu superstar, over fifty years old, gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Yu Le sits behind the monitor every day and can't help but feel sorry for her daughter.

But he did not interfere with any of Alfonso's decisions.

The afternoon of the fourth day.

The thirty-seventh shoot.

"Action".

Everything was proceeding according to the established procedure.

Calm, sudden change, explosion, tumbling.

Liu Qianqian once again fell into that near-death despair.

Cheng Long arrived as promised.

"Bang!"

The two made a precise docking in mid-air.

The robotic arms worked perfectly, simulating the most realistic momentum transfer. The two people slowly rotated in the void.

"Kunlun, this is the Shenzhou survivor." Cheng Long's voice rang out in the channel.

Only deathly silence.

"We have lost contact with Kunlun."

The image freezes on the backs of the two people floating above Earth's orbit.

Loneliness, insignificance.

"Click!"

Alfonso's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

No further instructions were given.

The entire film set was very quiet.

Alfonso stood up and took off his headphones.

He turned his head and looked at Yu Le.

"I," Alfonso took a deep breath, "the long shot of space we just filmed is absolutely unprecedented."