Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

The action design for this scene is very complex, but Lu Yu had already memorized these movements into his muscle memory during the previous rehearsals.

Being suspended by wires is nothing to him...

Aside from the psychological trauma left by the accident at the end of his previous life.

"All departments, prepare—lift the wires!" Director Chen gave the order.

Both steel wires are tightened simultaneously.

Lu Yu's body was steadily lifted off the ground, and his moon-white robe suddenly unfolded in the airflow, the silk gauze fluttering in the wind.

His body floated gracefully in the air, his core tightened, maintaining perfect balance.

There was none of the stiffness of being suspended by wires; it truly felt like riding the wind.

Her lotus-shaped golden crown shone brightly in the sunlight, and her silver-white hair danced in the air, making her look like a deity enshrined in the clouds.

Qiao Zhixi was also lifted up by the wire.

After he took off, his body swayed noticeably, but he quickly regained his balance.

Ling Yunshu's silver-blue disciple robes fluttered in the wind, and her long sword pointed directly at Shen Du.

From the ground, the two men's confrontation seemed to have a sense of a fateful duel.

"Action!" the director commanded.

Shen Du spun around in mid-air, his white robe billowing like clouds, his figure moving as fast as lightning.

His sword had appeared in his hand at some point, its blade covered with intricate runes.

He wanted to take advantage of Ling Yunshu's serious injuries and kill him directly!

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the air, creating a sharp, piercing sound.

Ling Yunshu raised his sword to parry, and the two swords clashed, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Using the recoil from the impact, Shen Du took a step back in mid-air, lightly touched the air with his toes, and then rose up again, slashing down with his sword from above.

Ling Yunshu raised his sword to meet the attack.

However, the force of this sword strike was clearly insufficient, and Ling Yunshu was defeated once again, his long sword falling to the ground.

Shen Du stepped forward to take his life, but Ling Yunshu seized the opportunity and gathered all her spiritual power in her left hand.

He struck Shen Du's chest and heart meridian from a distance.

According to the script, the next scene is Shen Du being hit and falling from a great height.

Lu Yu's body suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then he fell down like a kite with a broken string.

His body was completely relaxed, which was crucial for the wire descent maneuver; he couldn't be tense, or it would look fake.

The resulting effect resembles a marionette.

He allowed gravity to completely take over his body, relying solely on the wires to cushion his approach to the ground.

The wind whistled in Lu Yu's ears as the white ground of the Execution Platform drew ever closer.

Just as he was about to land, he heard an unusual muffled sound from above.

It was the sound of Qiao Zhixi's wire colliding with his own wire.

There was no time to think.

The cushioning effect of the wire was greatly reduced in that instant, and Lu Yu's body crashed to the ground at a faster speed than planned.

He instinctively adjusted his posture, bending his legs with his knees pointing down and supporting himself with his hands in front of him.

The next instant, his knees slammed heavily onto the jade floor of the Execution Platform.

A muffled "bang" was recorded on the scene and transmitted to the speakers next to the monitor.

Director Chen frowned.

He had just noticed that something seemed off with the wire work, but the angle made it hard to see clearly.

Director Chen stood up, took a megaphone, walked to the sidelines, and called out to Lu Yu, who was kneeling in the center of the Execution Platform, "Lu Yu, do you want to put some protective gear on your knees?"

Lu Yu slowly straightened up from his kneeling position and shook his head.

His knees were still trembling slightly from the impact, but there was no sign of pain on his face.

"No need. There are close-ups of the kneeling action, and wearing protective gear would make you look bulky."

Director Chen nodded, seeing his serious expression.

He's been acting for so many years and has met many dedicated actors.

It's rare to see someone like Lu Yu work this hard in their very first role.

Chen Ming himself wanted to present the best footage to the audience, so he didn't try to persuade him further.

It's a good thing that actors are dedicated.

He turned back behind the monitor and picked up the walkie-talkie: "There was a problem with that wire just now, let's do it again."

All departments have been reassigned.

"I'm sorry, Director!" Qiao Zhixi shouted down while still suspended on the wire, her expression sincere and remorseful. "I didn't control my balance well and bumped into Teacher Lu's wire."

It was my fault; I'll be more careful next time.

His tone sounded exceptionally sincere.

The director waved his hand but didn't say anything.

Lu Yu was lifted into the air again by the wire. This time, he adjusted the angle of his knees to cushion the impact when he landed.

The second take went relatively smoothly with the aerial fight scene, but just as Shen Du was about to fall from the palm, Qiao Zhixi landed prematurely.

"Cut! Zhixi, you landed too early, come again."

On the third take, Qiao Zhixi's position was off.

He was supposed to be standing directly in front of Shen Du, but he moved to Shen Du's right, causing the camera to lose its balance and the overhead shot to not capture the faces of the two people.

On the fourth time, Qiao Zhixi sneezed for no apparent reason, and the wire operator's hand trembled.

Lu Yu was jolted in the air again, and her landing was not perfect.

On the fifth take, Qiao Zhixi's expression wasn't quite right.

On the monitor, the moment Ling Yunshu struck Shen Du, Qiao Zhixi's expression was blank.

There was no agonizing despair, nor the complex emotion of wanting to kill one's master.

Director Chen stood up from behind the monitor and yelled "Cut!", but he didn't throw the script down like he did last time.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Zhixi, your expression is wrong. You didn't just kill a passerby; you killed someone you've called 'Master' for decades."

Your face needs to have something on it, your eyes need to have something in them. Again!

On the seventh try, I still couldn't finish it successfully.

By the eighth time, everyone present had figured out something about it.

The reason for each NG (no good) is different.

The lines were wrong, the positioning was off, the expression was blank, the wire work was too slow, and there was a sneeze...

Not once was it because of Lu Yu.

Every performance by Lu Yu was precise and on point, with clean and crisp movements, and every fall was real and powerful.

On the contrary, Qiao Zhixi always seemed to run into trouble precisely at the moment when Lu Yu was about to fall.

It was as if an invisible hand was precisely controlling everything, forcing Lu Yu to repeat that most arduous action over and over again.

At first, Lu Yu felt it was okay.

After the fifth time, the recurring feeling of weightlessness reminded him of the last scene before his death in his previous life.

The wire went out of control, and he fell from a height of twenty meters...

He didn't show it on his face, but his back was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He has already ignored the pain in his knee compared to the psychological trauma.

Lu Yu just wanted to finish filming this scene as soon as possible.