Chapter 917: Two-Dimensional Theme

"Comedy movies actually test acting skills more."

Luo Quan took a big bite of a meat bun and said to Seeing Wen Xia: "It's easy to make people cry, but it's very difficult to make people laugh from the bottom of their hearts."

Now, many language programs in evening parties are a bunch of people with red faces and thick necks forcing awkward laughs, and then stitching together some internet hot memes, which is completely unwatchable.

The actors are tired of acting, and the audience is tired of watching.

As for movies, it goes without saying; comedy movies have also become sentimental like evening party programs.

It's really difficult to find a movie that makes the audience laugh from beginning to end without preaching values to them.

And this time, the *Crazy Racer* she was going to shoot would definitely not preach to the audience, but make them laugh from beginning to end.

"By the way, don't count on comedy movies to win awards; besides *Kung Fu Hustle*, how many years has it been since a comedy movie won any awards?"

Luo Quan added another sentence; this was to give Seeing Wen Xia a preventive injection.

Seeing Wen Xia had shot some movies before and had won some awards, but she probably wouldn't be able to win any this time.

"It's okay." Seeing Wen Xia smiled and said: "As long as there is such a challenging role for me to play, once my acting skills truly reach the level, the awards will send themselves to the door."

"Your mentality is quite go-with-the-flow." Luo Quan praised. "If you really want to win an award, I do have a movie..."

"Let's talk about it after filming this one." Seeing Wen Xia waved her hand. "I don't like eating what's in the bowl while looking at what's in the pot; focus on finishing the movie in front of me before talking about others."

"That's true." Luo Quan nodded and sent a file to Seeing Wen Xia with her phone, which was the lines and plot of the character she played in the movie.

Speaking of which, *Crazy Racer* was basically a man's play, with very few women's plays.

The one with the most screen time was that rich woman, and it could even be said to be the only female lead; this amount of lines was nothing for Seeing Wen Xia, and she could memorize them in a day.

But if she wanted to act interestingly, it depended on how she pondered it herself.

Of course, if Seeing Wen Xia really couldn't ponder it out, didn't she still have her? She had the standard answer here.

After the only female lead was settled, Luo Quan started preparing to contact other supporting roles.

*Crazy Racer* was a group portrait play, with many characters appearing, and each one had to leave a deep impression on the audience.

So the image and acting skills of each supporting role couldn't be sloppy, otherwise the presented effect would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the Huaxia film industry had implemented a grading system, and she could easily browse all the actors who had taken the exam on the official website and know their acting level based on their grades.

After having the grading system, the income situation of middle and lower-level actors was much more comfortable than before.

In that era when there was no cap, sky-high pay had nothing to do with actors like them who had no traffic.

But now the cap was locked, but the floor was guaranteed; how much the lowest level of each grade should be paid was clearly marked.

This was a huge good news for them.

In the past, the alias of old drama bones was also called actors who were good and cheap—professional, good acting, and cheap.

Now who would dare to give such a low price?

Of course, for investors like Luo Quan who didn't lack money, these weren't problems.

A little more expensive was fine, as long as the acting was good and the audience enjoyed watching it, no matter how high the price was, the box office could earn it back.

And in this era when traffic couldn't bring box office, those crews who were still desperately asking small fresh meat to shoot rotten movies didn't know what they were planning.

However, Luo Quan's identity was just a director, and these things weren't her concern; just do her own job well.

After breakfast, Luo Quan went to Cheng Nuo's room to check her physical condition.

Uh... mainly to check her cultivation progress.

When she left, Cheng Nuo had already reached the eighth grade; now nearly a month had passed, and she found she was still staying at the eighth grade, but her foundation was much deeper than before she left, so it couldn't be said there was no progress.

"Master, I didn't slack off; I spent most of my time every day practicing," Cheng Nuo said timidly.

A month had passed and the level hadn't moved, and she was also anxious in her heart.

But there was no way, the cultivation seemed to be stuck here, and no matter what, it couldn't go up.

"I didn't blame you either." Luo Quan patted Cheng Nuo's shoulder: "Don't put too much psychological burden on yourself; cultivation pays attention to water coming to the canal; when the heat is enough, the breakthrough will be easy, but you must not be anxious."

"I know." Cheng Nuo nodded heavily, secretly swearing in her heart that she must work harder next, striving to break through to the seventh grade at least before Master went out to shoot a movie.

Actually, how could the seventh grade be so easy to break through? Seeing Wen Xia and Leon had practiced for so long and only broke through to the eighth grade a few days ago.

Cheng Nuo was about to reach the seventh grade with so much time; among her peers, few could be compared with her; after all, she hadn't reached adulthood yet.

So what Luo Quan said wasn't entirely comforting her, because such a genius didn't need comfort; practice step by step, and all problems would be solved sooner or later.

After checking Cheng Nuo's situation, Luo Quan returned to her room and opened the live stream.

She had been saying she would live stream more and chat more with fans since the beginning of the year, but until now, it had been intermittent.

Luo Quan also felt quite guilty in her heart, especially since she was going out to shoot a movie again soon.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fans hadn't started complaining, Luo Quan decided to live stream as much as she could, so they could also have less resentment.

Luo Quan's first live stream after returning was arranged by Bilibili directly on the trending searches, and the popularity quickly exceeded ten million.

"Long time no see, everyone." Luo Quan looked at the camera and said to the fans with some emotion.

Since returning, she had always been sending messages and hadn't really met the fans.

Everyone missed her very much and also wanted to know if she had gained weight in this month.

"Do you guys think I've gained weight?"

Luo Quan asked the fans, "Don't look at me being in the mountains; I ate organic food that was pure, natural, and pollution-free, and the nutritional value was very high.

It's a pity there was no scale in the mountains; I still don't know if I've gained weight or lost weight."

Facing the question, fans answered enthusiastically:

"It's okay, no matter how fat you get, you're still my wife; husband doesn't dislike you."

"Is it your turn to dislike?"

"Luo Bao, remember, even if you get as fat as a Tiger tank, you're still the goddess in my heart."

"There's a kind of military beauty."

"I don't know if you're fat or not, but I feel you've gotten bigger."

"What got bigger? Say it clearly."

"The eyes, obviously; otherwise what?"

………………

The painting style of the barrage at the beginning was quite normal; they were all fans playing memes, but later it became a driving scene.

"You guys are turning up the intensity as soon as I come back, right?" Luo Quan smiled helplessly. "If you keep messing around like this, don't blame me if the live stream room gets banned."

Usually, if a streamer's live stream room gets banned, they would get anxious, but Luo Quan was live-streaming to pay back debts, and fans wanted to watch.

For her, live-streaming didn't bring any income, so she could be indifferent.

But hearing Luo Quan say this, the fans in the barrage weren't afraid at all, typing one after another:

"It doesn't matter, the super manager says increase the intensity."

"Is it a real super manager?"

"If you say so, then I'm not sleepy anymore."

"Haha, everyone should be careful; others are female streamers driving and getting banned, but here it's fans driving and getting banned."

"Doesn't this show that Luo Quan's live stream room is free to speak?"

"Indeed, except for certain words. (Funny. jpg)"

"I advise you to be cautious."

………………

Sure enough, a few fans who weren't afraid of death started teasing Luo Quan's nerves.

Although they didn't explicitly say what it was, it was nothing more than those two words.

Abyss Giant Mouth, and the newly obtained Abyss Overlord Flower.

It's worth mentioning that these two black nicknames were obtained when Luo Quan was in Japan.

The latter was even given by Japanese netizens, which was indeed a bit annoying sometimes.

But fortunately, the fans in the live stream room still knew some sense of proportion and didn't directly say these two words, otherwise the fans could see Luo Quan's Great Seal Technique today.

"Originally, I wanted to have a 'Luo Quan Night Talk' for everyone, but now it's broad daylight and there's nothing to talk about at night, so let's wait until tonight.

As for now, whatever the fans want to chat about, whatever they want to hear, just send it in the barrage, and I will randomly pick lucky audience members to fulfill your dreams!"

As soon as Luo Quan finished speaking, the entire computer screen was covered by dense barrages.

Fans watching the live stream on their phones couldn't even see Luo Quan's face if they didn't turn on the filter.

Everyone had their own topics they wanted to chat about, and songs they wanted to hear.

And Luo Quan, in the vast ocean of barrages, pointed randomly and clicked on a barrage starting with Digimon: "Luo Bao, have you watched Digimon?"

"Of course I have." This was a question that almost didn't need thinking.

For the vast majority of 80s and 90s generations, Japanese anime was almost the main entertainment content of their childhood.

And Digimon, as a classic among classics, was almost on par with the status of Ultraman Tiga; they were the kind that you couldn't bear to change the channel as soon as they appeared on TV.

"I loved watching this when I was a kid; I still can't remember how many times I've watched it. My favorite is WarGreymon inside; it looks cool and has strong combat power."

Luo Quan could be said to know these Digimon like the back of her hand; not just the first part, but even the later parts and theatrical versions, she had watched them all. If she really talked about it, she could chat until noon.

"Actually, my favorite is Angewomon; the figure is simply amazing."

"LadyDevimon is not bad either; that whip is so exciting."

"Am I the only one who likes Gatomon? Kitties are so cute."

"Old furry fan."

"I like MetalEtemon; look at those muscles, how cool."

"How come there are homos everywhere?"

………………

The fans' words made Luo Quan fall into a brief silence.

This painting style seemed a bit different from what she imagined.

It could only be said that those children from back then had grown up and knew how to discover beauty they couldn't discover before.

"Luo Bao-mon, can you sing the Digimon theme song?"

"Good idea, I've been wanting to relive the feeling of childhood."

"Sing one, sing one!"

………………

She really hadn't listened to the Digimon theme song of this world much, but she had another choice.

"Actually, I made a piece before and felt it was quite suitable for Digimon; do you guys want to hear it?"

Luo Quan said while taking out her guitar, placing it on her lap to prepare to play: "The name of this song is *Butterfly*, a song about courage, friendship, and dreams."

"Since you're ready, then come on!"

"Listening with washed ears."

"Luo Quan's songs certainly won't be bad."

………………

For Luo Quan, fans had unconditional trust and weren't worried at all that it would ruin their childhood.

And Luo Quan truly didn't let them down; as she gently plucked the strings, the dynamic and catchy melody began to pour into the microphone.

"I want to become a butterfly, riding the breeze and flying high.

Right now, I just want to meet you quickly.

………………

Behind the infinitely extending dreams, crossing the cold and ruthless world.

I don't want to lose to myself; the beautiful memories with you will make me work harder.

………………"

Clearly, the fans were still relatively calm during the main verse, feeling that this song didn't seem to have any burning points and didn't feel like the atmosphere Digimon should have.

But as the chorus sounded and that sentence "Infinite" appeared, the fans' hearts began to beat wildly.

I don't know why, but the emotion brought by this lyric was so strong.

It was as if it was originally the theme song of Digimon; Luo Quan was like a guide, letting it cross time and space to finally meet everyone.

At this moment, Luo Quan became the true singer of the Digimon theme song, making all the fans who had watched this anime unable to help but tense their bodies, falling for her.

The song ended, and Luo Quan's fingers were still gently resting on the guitar strings.

And the fans listening to the song were already tearful at this time.

This was absolutely the most suitable anime tribute song they had ever heard.

In their view, this song was even more suitable for Digimon than the original theme song. ===== CHAPTER 918 =====