Chapter 58: Melon-eating crowd

Gripping the slip of paper tightly, Baoqiang floated toward where the extras were as if stepping on cotton.

His mouth was full of laughter.

Walking with wind, he became much more confident than before.

"Why do you like to lie to people so much?"

Light footsteps sounded, and Guo Feili walked out of the tent: "But your heart isn't bad; I guess this little extra can be happy for several days."

Just a few steps away, she heard their conversation just now.

Although she was amused by those casual lies, hearing Li Luo's words of encouragement to the little extra, Guo Feili felt that this person wasn't bad.

At least he didn't have the problem of looking down on people.

"Lying?"

Li Luo waved his arm and threw the melon rind into the trash can.

"Countryside, extra."

Guo Feili smiled, looking at him sideways: "You just said it as if it were true; I didn't know you were from the Beijing Film Academy, and that Mercedes outside the hotel is also yours, right?"

Li Luo opened his mouth and had no choice but to wave his hand helplessly.

Too lazy to explain so much.

He couldn't say he was being kept.

Ah, phew~

It was borrowed!

"Listen well to what I say."

Yuan Bin grabbed the megaphone and lectured the extras: "There will be explosions later; you don't need to feel scared; just make a painful expression after hearing the sound, just like before."

After explaining clearly, he came to Lai Shuiqing's side and looked at the monitor with the other party.

The sound of clearing the scene sounded continuously.

Xu Jinjiang returned to the rest area and sat in a row with Li Luo and Guo Feili.

Becoming a real melon-eating crowd.

"One."

"Two."

"Three, explode."

"Boom~~~"

The huge movement made Guo Feili shudder.

Under their gaze, the booming explosions on the stage were continuous, countless thick smoke rose up, and the extras moved accordingly, all kinds of shrill shouts echoing throughout the set.

What was used above were explosives specially made by the pyrotechnician.

Low lethality.

The benefit was that the sound was loud and the movement was sufficient.

Smoke and dust filled the sky.

The momentum was terrifying.

The cameraman sat on the track chair, letting the staff push him, focusing on turning the lens to record the scenes.

The large crane also moved in mid-air, recording the materials needed for the director.

Later, it would be edited into wonderful shots.

After finishing the day's filming.

Guo Feili dragged her tired steps back to the hotel, took off her makeup, washed, and lay on the bed, letting her female assistant knock on her back.

"Look how tired you are."

The female assistant helped her loosen her muscles and couldn't help but shake her head: "If Li Luo likes to do martial arts moves, just let him; if you can use a stunt double, you should use one; it's you who gets tired."

They had worked together for many years and had long been able to talk about anything.

Like bosom friends.

Seeing her so tired, she couldn't help but feel heartache.

"The male lead is doing it himself."

Guo Feili felt the change in strength and continued to hum: "How can I be embarrassed to use a stunt double often?"

"Alright."

The female assistant knew she was actually quite stubborn; her eyes rolled, and she couldn't help but tease: "How did I notice that Li Luo's eyes toward you today aren't quite right? Did he take a fancy to you?"

"You're teasing me, aren't you?"

Guo Feili turned around, unable to laugh or cry: "I'm so much older than him; how can you say that."

"How is it older~"

Pinching her tender face, the female assistant smiled: "It wouldn't be a problem to say you're eighteen; you're so beautiful, any man who sees you will be moved."

"Alright!"

Guo Feili tickled her in annoyance; amidst a series of pleas for mercy, the female assistant ran out of the room laughing.

Pounding her sore shoulders.

She went to the table and opened her laptop.

As a new-era internet addict, Guo Feili couldn't sleep at all without surfing the internet for a while before resting every day.

After watching the news for a while, her fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard.

By chance, she entered the two words "Li Luo".

Then hit the enter key.

As the page refreshed, her eyelashes blinked quickly.

"From extra to major supporting role, how Lin Pingzhi came all this way."

"Saving people on set, a true hero."

"The young actor who successfully played Lin Pingzhi doesn't forget his original intention, walking into the Beijing Film Academy campus with a score of over 600; this is the photo the reporter took of Li Luo participating in the art exam at the time."

"Formerly Lin Pingzhi, now Zhang Wuji."

"From a small county to a big crew, *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre* opens grandly."

Some of these were promotional articles for *Laughing in the Wind*, and more were news about *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre*.

She looked at the news headlines, couldn't help but click in, watched the portal websites jump one by one, and more than half an hour passed without knowing it, before she rubbed her dry eyes.

So she had blamed the wrong person, and even kept saying the other party was a liar.

Thinking of this, her face felt hot.

That night.

Two people tossed and turned in bed.

After reading the news online, Li Luo's figure flashed in Guo Feili's mind from time to time; she finally understood why Li Luo liked to do things himself when filming fight scenes, repeating them over and over for a good shot.

Having suffered hardships and pain.

Naturally, he cherished the opportunity at hand.

Wang Baoqiang smelled the foot odor, listened to his roommate's snoring, and also stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

His whole mind was cycling through that sentence from Li Luo.

Biting the quilt hard, he said to himself silently: "I will also have a day when I become a lead!"

Days passed one by one.

As the progress continued to move forward, Shi Xiaolong officially joined the crew, filming scenes with them about returning to the Eagle Sect to recognize his relatives, and then welcoming many sects to Wudang to ask about the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun.

Inside the magnificent hall.

Wang Baoqiang stood behind the crowd, focusing on being a background board.

Originally, he was mocked by other extras, saying that this was someone else using him to pass the time, and it wasn't that easy to get a relationship with the lead.

Who knew that good things would happen one after another.

The next day, he was found by the assistant director and arranged for a small role with a few lines.

He really enjoyed the addiction of acting.

Not only that.

Whenever *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre* needed extras, he was always chosen.

No longer like before, not knowing where the next meal was coming from.

Anyone with eyes knew that Li Luo was taking care of that little extra, and even their group's work increased; the extra leader laughed from ear to ear all day, treating Baoqiang like a treasure when he saw him.

Baoqiang also understood who brought all this treatment, and from the bottom of his heart, he treated Li Luo as his big brother.

At this time, a major scene was being filmed.

Zhang Cuishan commits suicide.

During this period, big group scenes followed one after another, for which dozens of actors were gathered at the scene, all watching Li Luo's personal show.

"Props!"

Seeing that filming was about to start, a voice resounded through the hall: "Is this the thing you gave me?"

Dozens of gazes fell on Li Luo, who was wearing a black Daoist robe.

He weighed the long sword in his hand, his expression quite dissatisfied.

"What's wrong?"

Lai Shuiqing, who had just finished talking about the scene, stood up again.

Li Luo rubbed the prop sword casually and showed his bloody finger to him: "I'm going to slit my throat, not get a scraping; what's the point of having only a red mark after one sword?"

"Even if you can't get the effect of blood splashing, at least give me a blood bag, right?"

After brewing his emotions for a long time, he found the props team was lazy.

Only a little blood plasma was applied to the blade.

Li Luo, who had entered the state of Zhang Cuishan's life-and-death separation, felt exceptionally irritable; not cursing loudly was already holding back! ===== CHAPTER 59 =====