Chapter 15: I Can Do It

Passed.

Zhang Zhongzhi grabbed his megaphone and rose from the director’s chair: “Ten-minute break. The light’s still good—next up, the fight scene between Lin Pingzhi and Yu Renyan.”

At his words, the entire crew relaxed.

Shaking off the dust from his body, Li Luo strode toward the tented rest area set up nearby.

No matter the production, every perk is clearly divided by rank—your status determines your place; extras must squat or sit wherever they can find a corner.

On the surface, no one would say a famous actor is superior.

But in reality,

that’s exactly how it is.

This is why countless actors scramble to climb higher—everyone wants to look more imposing in front of others and enjoy better treatment.

Amid the envious glances of the extras, Li Luo pulled over a folding chair and sat down comfortably.

The weather was slowly growing hot.

Sitting inside the tent not only shaded him from the sun but let him enjoy a gentle breeze from a small fan—utterly blissful.

“Thank you.”

As he accepted the mineral water from Chen Lifeng, he gave a sincere thanks.

“You’re welcome.”

While drinking, the little nun swiftly reached out and pinched his waist hard!

“Puh~”

A mouthful of icy mineral water sprayed violently onto the ground.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Seeing Miao Dingding beside him startled, Li Luo waved his hand: “Drank too fast—choked a bit.”

“It’s fine.”

Miao Dingding, who played Yue Lingshan, was a lively girl. She spun her chair around and stared wide-eyed at him: “Xiao Luo, your martial skills are great—I’ll really enjoy watching you perform!”

They’d gone through training together.

Plus, with so much dialogue and fight choreography, they knew each other well.

Seeing her face covered in fake sores, Li Luo shook his head with a smile—he simply couldn’t understand how Yu Renyan, as the young master of Qingcheng Sect, could find this woman attractive.

A minor plot hole, really.

“Xiao Luo.”

Li Erpeng turned around too, his face smiling and earnest: “I heard you’re good at martial arts—maybe you can teach me a few moves sometime, Brother Peng?”

He’d only just joined the crew.

He desperately needed to fit in.

So he didn’t act like a lead actor—he actively struck up conversation with Li Luo.

He was a dramatic actor, rarely filmed fight scenes; his previous action sequences were all taught step-by-step, then edited sharply to create the illusion of a swordmaster.

“That’s an overstatement from Dingding-jie!”

Li Luo quickly downplayed his skills—he couldn’t take a polite compliment literally and start teaching like a fool.

After a few more casual words, he took another sip of water.

Only then did he turn back, glaring.

That little brat—she clearly hadn’t been disciplined in two days.

Her butt’s itching!

Unexpectedly, Chen Lifeng scowled and lunged again, pinching him hard: “If it weren’t for Director Zhang, I’d have believed you—twenty-plus productions, right?”

“Sss~”

The soft flesh on his waist twisted, and Li Luo sucked in a sharp breath.

It seemed his past had been revealed by Big Beard—he wore a look of utter innocence: “True, absolutely true. Don’t believe me? I’ll count them all for you.”

“Hmph~”

The little nun, furious, raised her hand again.

The commotion caught Miao Dingding’s attention; she had to force a smile.

Seeing this,

Li Luo couldn’t help but chuckle.

He received a sharp, playful glare in return.

They’d said ten minutes’ break, but after only five or six minutes, Yuan Bin called him to a shabby eatery to rehearse moves with the actor playing Yu Renyan, preparing for the next shot.

“Need a stunt double?”

Nearby, Zhang Zhongzhi, having listened closely, turned to Yuan Bin.

In the next scene, Lin Pingzhi and Yu Renyan would fight on the second floor of the eatery, then tumble down together, smashing the wooden table.

The height was over three meters.

How to put it?

It was still somewhat dangerous.

All fight scenes were decided by Yuan Bin, the martial arts director—specialized expertise, not Zhang Zhongzhi’s domain.

“No.”

Li Luo waved decisively: “I can do it.”

He had his own philosophy about acting: if he could do it himself, he’d never use a stunt double—it gave the audience the greatest realism.

In other words,

it also meant more close-up shots.

“Sure?”

Yuan Bin frowned slightly, whispering: “Your martial foundation is solid, but falling is a stunt—different thing entirely.”

Big Beard stayed silent.

He hoped Li Luo would do it himself—it would make the scene look better.

“No problem.”

Li Luo rolled up his sleeve, revealing his muscular forearm: “Don’t you trust me?”

All that drinking hadn’t been wasted.

Du Yun and Lin Can had taught him plenty of fight techniques and special effects—how to make moves look impressive without hurting others or himself.

Handling this scene? No issue.

“Alright.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Yuan Bin nodded.

His own students had all fought Li Luo—he was strong, tough, and clearly wanted to show off.

He might as well go along with it.

After brief discussion, the shooting plan changed quickly.

The camera in the eatery was hoisted high.

They’d film the entire sequence—the fight on the second floor, the fall, everything—clearly and cleanly.

“Clear the set.”

“Actors, positions.”

“Final check on the wires!”

Amid the shouts, Li Luo sat calmly on a wooden stool, coldly eyeing Yu Renyan across from him.

“Action.”

“Bang~”

His expression changed—he slammed his palm hard onto the table.

“Fuwei Escort Agency.”

He shouted fiercely as he lunged forward: “We only beat up dog pups!”

As the steel cable behind his waist tautened,

he kicked Yu Renyan twice in rapid succession, then leapt cleanly to the second floor of the eatery.

As he landed, he spun around, his robe flaring with the motion.

He looked exceptionally graceful and elegant.

Notably, whether slapping the table, kicking, or striking a pose on landing, the power powder sprayed from his clothes, adding a vivid sense of force.

Filming is fake, after all.

With power powder, they could easily create realistic fight effects—and look even cooler.

One take, perfect.

Minor adjustments made, filming continued.

As Yu Renyan leapt upstairs, the two executed their rehearsed moves, trading blows back and forth.

Soon, Lin Pingzhi was overpowered.

He lay helplessly on the railing.

After being humiliated, Li Luo delivered a scorpion tail kick, sending Yu Renyan tumbling down the stairs.

As the latter flipped mid-air, he grabbed Li Luo’s arm.

This shot was filmed in one continuous take; aided by the wire rig, Li Luo performed a 180-degree front flip, his back facing the ground as he plunged downward.

The crane arm swiftly descended.

It perfectly captured his terrified expression.

Because the camera descended with him, the few people gathered beside the monitor felt as if they themselves had fallen with him from the second floor.

Chen Lifeng stared without blinking, her fists clenched tightly.

“Thud~”

After a loud crash,

Li Luo slammed hard onto the table, back-first; dust erupted on the monitor, and the prop table shattered into pieces.