Who says Beijing Film Academy has no great directors? (2002)

After Liu Yifei arrived on set, everyone kept quiet about the matter.

But everyone's eyes kept getting drawn to her. Some people wondered why she was acting like nothing had happened when the online uproar had already spread so much.

You've got a really big heart!

Yang Mi had been staring at Liu Yifei for a while, and seeing that she was reading the script, she simply went over and struck up a conversation.

"Yifei, which scene are you in later?"

Liu Yifei pointed to her script, which was marked in red, and said, "Scene 12, Martial Arts Group B, what's wrong?"

"The Return of the Condor Heroes" is a large-scale ancient costume martial arts drama. Zhang Jizhong also divided it into three groups to film simultaneously: the literary group A, the martial arts group A, and the martial arts group B.

So she'll have to warm up and stretch her arms and legs later.

Yang Mi doesn't usually talk to Liu Yifei much, so she seemed a little awkward at this moment. "Oh, it's nothing. I just saw that you seemed pretty relaxed, so I came over to check on you."

He left after saying that, leaving Liu Yifei completely confused.

After looking down at the script for a while, she got up and started warming up.

After a quick warm-up, it was almost time, so Liu Yifei took the script and headed towards the Martial Arts Team B.

On the way, I saw many staff members gathered in twos and threes, but they immediately dispersed when they saw me arrive.

Liu Yifei couldn't help but wonder what she had done to offend them. Why did they seem to be talking about her all the time?

This unpleasant feeling suddenly brought back memories of her time studying in the United States.

Back then, her classmates ganged up on her, deliberately bumping into her desk and mocking her for her unsophisticated pronunciation.

As she grew up, she was ostracized by the girls in her class and teased and bullied by the boys because she was too pretty.

Liu Yifei took a deep breath, trying her best to shake off the bad shadows in her mind.

She subconsciously thought of Chen Yan, the Chen Yan who was always happy to see her, the Chen Yan who would try to surprise her when she was unhappy.

After thinking for a while, the strange looks from the people around her seemed to disappear, and her emotions gradually warmed up.

During filming, the extras all seemed to be putting in a lot of effort today.

Liu Yifei was pushed down without noticing, and her ankle swelled up immediately.

The extra who accidentally pushed her down kept bowing and apologizing, and Liu Yifei could only endure the pain and reply that it was okay.

"Are you alright?" Huang Xiaoming quickly came over to help her up.

When Liu Yifei got up, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle and hissed.

They could only rely on Huang Xiaoming for most of the effort.

Despite the pain, Liu Yifei replied, "It doesn't seem like it will work..."

One of the assistant directors frowned: "What's going on? Are you done yet?"

Liu Yifei tried to stand up, but her ankle still felt a sharp pain.

She could only manage a strained reply: "Director, I twisted my ankle, so I probably can't film for the time being."

The director took off his hat, and his face also showed displeasure.

The assistant director glanced at it and muttered, "Those Americans are such a hassle!"

He walked over and glanced at Liu Yifei's ankle with displeasure. "It's perfectly fine, just a little red. Couldn't you have just held on a bit longer?"

Liu Yifei was in a very difficult position. If she could have persisted, she definitely wouldn't have said that filming was impossible and that it would have delayed everyone.

Seeing the assistant director's displeased expression, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Instead, say: "I might need to rest for a bit, then we can start filming soon."

After speaking, he bowed slightly to those around him and said, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Huang Xiaoming, being a shrewd person in the industry, sensed the assistant director's malicious intent and frowned slightly.

She took the initiative to say, "Director, could we film my scenes first and let Yifei rest for a bit?"

The director waved his hand, "Go now!"

Huang Xiaoming then carefully helped Liu Yifei walk toward the small cloth chair next to them.

He said very gently, "Don't worry, just rest for a while. If your ankle still hurts unbearably, don't push yourself. I'll have someone take you to the hospital."

Liu Yifei looked up, her forehead already covered in cold sweat.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaoming."

"It's alright." Huang Xiaoming helped her to a chair and then strode back.

Liu Yifei lowered her head, looking somewhat aggrieved, and touched her ankle with her hand.

Even though I was the one who got hit, why is that director so annoying, taking his anger out on me?

Ten minutes later, Liu Xiaoli rushed over from the hotel.

She's been feeling restless these past few days and has been having trouble sleeping at night, which is why Liu Yifei told her to rest at the hotel today.

Liu Xiaoli, her face covered in sweat, ran around. "Qianqian, are you alright? Xiaoming called and said you sprained your ankle. Can you take a look? How are you?"

As she spoke, she immediately squatted down and reached out to touch Liu Yifei's ankle.

As soon as it was touched and pressed slightly, Liu Yifei let out a soft "Ah".

Liu Xiaoli frowned: "What happened? Come on, Mom will take you to the hospital to get it checked out."

Liu Yifei pushed away Liu Xiaoli's outstretched hand. "No need, Mom. I just need to rest for a bit. I still have scenes to film later, so it's not good for me to walk now."

Liu Xiaoli paused for a moment.

"You're in this state, what's the point of filming? Listen to me! We're not filming anymore!" Liu Xiaoli's tone was somewhat serious.

Seeing that her mother was really anxious, Liu Yifei stopped refusing and struggled to get up. "Mom, you don't need to call anyone. Just help me, and I'll jump over."

When the assistant director saw Liu Yifei was about to leave, he quickly ran over during a break in filming.

He said irritably, "Where are you going? You still have scenes to film later."

Liu Xiaoli replied politely, "My daughter's foot is swollen, I'll take her to see a doctor."

The assistant director clicked his tongue. "The nearest People's Hospital is 40 kilometers away by car. If you go back and forth, half a day will be gone. How are we going to film the scene? The whole crew is waiting for you."

The argument between the two attracted the attention of the actors and staff around them.

However, the director of the martial arts film happened to be in the restroom and wasn't there.

So no one maintained order, and everyone gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Huang Xiaoming pushed through the crowd, walked over, and tried to smooth things over with a smile: "Then let's film more of my scenes later, I'm free today."

But the assistant director persisted, "You can film it, but what about the rest of the crew? Once the set is built, we have to film all the scenes in that set in one go."

Do you know how much work is wasted if you miss even one day?

Liu Xiaoli was furious. "Hey, how can you talk like that! My daughter is injured, how can she film like that? She can't even put weight on her foot, and I haven't even held you accountable, and you won't let us see a doctor!"

The assistant director rolled his eyes: "What can I say? She wasn't careful and sprained her ankle, delaying the crew's schedule, and you're still here making excuses."

"Pah, Americans!" the assistant director muttered under his breath, then spat to the side.

This completely enraged Liu Xiaoli.

She immediately slapped the assistant director across the face.

"Who are you calling names! What gives you the right to talk about my daughter like that!"

The assistant director was stunned by the blow. When he came to his senses, he instinctively tried to fight back, but Huang Xiaoming stopped him.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"