I, the number one master of metaphysics, have achieved legendary status in the entertainment industr

Xu Haotian, 31 years old, became a sensation after starring in an idol drama, instantly becoming one of the top ten most popular celebrities.

He is the male lead, while Lu Fan is the second male lead, playing a crazy villain. The two have many scenes together.

The film crew sent him quite a few flower baskets, even more than Lu Fan.

After all, he's one of the top ten celebrities, and his popularity is undeniable.

However, he wouldn't allow anyone to steal his limelight, so when he saw Lu Fan's popularity, he felt resentful and wanted to find a way to crush Lu Fan.

theater.

Ding Xingyou shouted, "Action!"

Xu Haotian took half a step forward, the tip of the prop sword stopping three inches from Lu Fan's throat. He rubbed his thumb on the hilt.

Lu Fan stared at Xu Haotian. This action wasn't in the script; it was Xu Haotian's improvisation.

As an actor, it's not enough to just memorize lines and perform the scenes in the script well.

They also have to deal with their opponents' impromptu performances once they get into character.

When Lu Fan studied acting, he also studied psychology. Xu Haotian's action was intended to trigger the other person's subconscious reaction.

This action doesn't match the script.

The male lead in the script should be hesitant at this point, unable to bring himself to attack the male villain.

"Turn back now," Xu Haotian began reciting his lines. "The way you are now, you're just courting death."

He emphasized the last four words heavily, showing no trace of heartbroken helplessness, but rather a kind of arrogant ruthlessness.

Xu Haotian's sword tip moved forward another half inch.

Lu Fan wore a half-silver mask, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

He didn't retreat; instead, he moved even closer to the sword tip. The sleeves of his black robe hung down, concealing his hands.

Behind the monitor, Ding Xingyou leaned forward slightly.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Xu Haotian exclaimed!

His wrist, which was holding the sword, suddenly lost its strength, and the prop sword slipped from his palm, its tip pointing downwards, and smashed towards Lu Fan's left rib area.

Lu Fan's pupils suddenly contracted behind the mask.

His right heel shifted half an inch to the right imperceptibly, and the wide sleeves of his black robe drew a tiny arc in the air.

No one saw his index finger, which was hanging in his sleeve, bend up, and a barely perceptible stream of air popped out from his fingertip.

"Snapped!"

Just as the sword tip was about to touch the fabric of the black robe, it strangely deflected fifteen degrees to the right.

"Clang!"

The sword slammed into the concrete ground beside Xu Haotian's feet, bounced up, and the tip of the sword struck him squarely on the shinbone.

"Ouch!" Xu Haotian cried out in pain this time, his face turning red from his forehead to the base of his neck.

He hopped back half a step on one foot and reached out to cover his calf.

"Cut!" Ding Xingyou stood up from behind the monitor and demanded, "Xu Haotian! What's going on?"

The surrounding staff all stopped what they were doing.

Xu Haotian bent over, rubbing his calf, and immediately apologized, "Sorry, Director, my hand slipped. I got too into character."

His assistant ran over to hand him water, only to be secretly glared at by him.

Lu Fan then slowly removed his mask, revealing his entire face, and said calmly, "Teacher Xu, be careful. Even though it's a prop sword, it still hurts if it hits someone."

His gaze lingered on Xu Haotian's calf for a second: "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing!" Xu Haotian squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Ding Xingyou walked between the two.

She first looked at Xu Haotian's leg, which he had rolled up his trouser leg to reveal a bruise on his shinbone.

She turned to look at Lu Fan again: "Are you alright?"

"It's alright." Lu Fan handed the mask back to the prop master.

Ding Xingyou stared at Xu Haotian's face for a while, then suddenly turned to the assistant director and said, "Let's put this fight scene on hold for now. Let's shoot scene seventy-two, the indoor confrontation scene."

After saying that, he led Lu Fan outside.

Xu Haotian stared at Lu Fan's back with a sinister look in his eyes.

Ding Xingyou led Lu Fan outside and whispered, "Be careful while filming."

"I understand, thank you, Director Ding," Lu Fan replied politely.

Seeing the people around him gathering, Ding Xingyou didn't say anything more.

Xu Haotian, supported by his assistant, walked out and headed to the other side.

Lu Fan watched Xu Haotian's retreating figure, lost in thought.

After a short break, the next dramatic scene will begin.

The villain, played by Lu Fan, sits behind a dilapidated desk, while Xu Haotian stands in front of the podium, the two confronting each other five meters apart.

Let's start with Lu Fan's lines.

"You think you've won?" His voice was deep and heavy, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest. "You just haven't seen the price yet."

As he said this, he leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on the table.

He wasn't wearing a mask; his entire face was exposed to the sidelight streaming in through the broken window. His eyes held hatred, pity, and a lucidity bordering on madness.

On the monitor, Ding Xingyou held his breath.

"Good, not bad, that's exactly the feeling." Ding Xingyou's face showed an expression of appreciation.

"The price?" Xu Haotian sneered. He executed the expression perfectly, but when he delivered his lines, his eyes didn't meet Lu Fan's. Instead, they were fixed on the blackboard behind Lu Fan. "The price I've paid is more than enough..."

"Cut!" Ding Xingyou's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Xu Haotian, look closely! Your opponent is here!"

Xu Haotian raised his hand: "Director, I think there's a problem here."

Ding Xingyou stepped out from behind the monitor and stood at the classroom door: "What's the problem?"

Xu Haotian looked at Lu Fan and said, "Teacher Lu, when you were delivering your lines, wasn't your elbow on the table a bit too casual? My character is very serious, and if my co-star is so relaxed, I won't be able to keep up with the emotions."

Lu Fan was still sitting behind his desk when he heard this and looked up.

Ding Xingyou frowned: "The script doesn't include any action details."

"But the characters' logic has to be sound, Director." Xu Haotian shrugged. "Look, I'm seriously questioning him here, and he just casually props himself up with his elbow like that, and the whole atmosphere falls apart. I think Teacher Lu could tone it down a bit, straighten his back, and put his hands on his knees; that would create a stronger sense of confrontation."

"Teacher Xu is right," Lu Fan said calmly. "However, I'd like to ask, my character's current mental state should be 'disdain.' He feels that his opponent doesn't understand the real cost, so his body language carries a sense of superior relaxation. If I'm too tense, it will weaken this contrast."

Xu Haotian laughed: "Teacher Lu, theory is theory, but in actual performance, what the audience might see is you relaxing. This is a highlight moment of the confrontation between good and evil. If you relax, I won't be able to bring up the tension."

"What does Teacher Xu mean? How should I adjust?"

"Don't put your hands on the table," Xu Haotian said. "You can lean back in your chair and rest your hands on the armrests. That will make you look relaxed without losing your presence. How about it, can you pull it off?"

Lu Fan nodded, turned around and walked back to his desk.

Xu Haotian smirked: "Teacher Lu, your acting skills are still not good enough. No wonder you don't have any hit dramas."

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