Chapter 64

Green grass and clear water.

The two were embracing and kissing, which should have been poetic and picturesque.

But the surrounding staff felt no sweetness of love, more like seeing a little flower being ravaged by a big bad wolf.

"He, he."

Gao Yuanyuan looked terrified, her speech stuttering: "Did he stick his tongue out?"

"Yang Xiao."

Jia Jingwen also looked quite uncomfortable, hurriedly looking at Li Luo: "Zhao Min doesn't have any romantic scenes with him, right?"

"No."

Li Luo rubbed his eyes.

The level of commitment the Emperor showed in kissing scenes was truly admirable; the act of sticking his tongue out was so large it could be seen from far away, and no one would believe it wasn't intentional.

If he were a bit more handsome, that would be one thing!

But with that appearance.

It was no wonder that people nearby felt physically uncomfortable seeing it.

However, after the few of them looked at each other, they quickly returned to acting as if nothing had happened; it was better to just watch the fun, and even Tao Hong had no choice but to swallow her anger and take the loss.

The status in the industry was there.

With the excuse of being "too immersed in the role," who could do anything to Zhang Tielin?

The short break ended quickly, and Li Luo welcomed a change in identity.

He kept giving himself psychological suggestions.

Quickly washing away the scholarly air of Zhang Cuishan from his body.

He took out Zhang Wuji's character biography and pondered it over and over; Zhang Wuji's personality was extremely complex, appearing indecisive, but that was manifested in power and relationships.

More of it was inner resilience.

Entrusted by Ji Xiaofu on her deathbed, he traveled thousands of miles to deliver Bu Hui at the age of fourteen.

Just from this one thing.

One could see he valued faith and promises.

And through one thing after another, he won over almost all the outstanding figures in the martial arts world with his strong personality charm.

It wasn't easy to play well.

What was more complex was that the script focused on the emotional scenes between Zhang Wuji and several women.

He had to grasp this balance well.

Fortunately, he also had his own advantages; his age was similar to Zhang Wuji's, and that kind of youthful spirit came easily to him—in this regard, it was basically playing himself!

After breakfast.

Li Luo flipped through the schedule in his hand and walked out of the hotel.

It was only a few minutes' walk from the hotel to the set, so there was no need to drive; he just took it as a stroll.

There were many scenes today, and it was estimated it wouldn't be done in less than ten hours.

"Brother Luo."

A figure suddenly darted out from the side.

"Damn."

Li Luo was so startled he shuddered, lightly patting the schedule in his hand onto Baoqiang's head: "How many times have I told you, just go in and find me, no one will stop you."

"It's fine, it's the same." Baoqiang bared his teeth.

The hotel's decor was bright and beautiful, and the clothes on his whole body only cost a few dozen yuan.

It was more comfortable to squat outside.

"Let's go."

Li Luo shook his head and walked forward with long strides: "There are many group scenes today, I'll get you a few parts where your face won't be seen."

He had asked for a close-up for Baoqiang before.

Don't think about showing his face later.

He saw the other party's financial distress, but under normal circumstances, he couldn't just give money directly, as that would change the nature of the friendship; helping to arrange some work was better than anything.

"Alright."

Wang Baoqiang followed quickly, looking hesitant: "Brother, I have something, can you help me make a decision?"

"Speak."

Li Luo continued to flip through the schedule.

"I went to audition for a show two days ago." Wang Baoqiang's face was mixed with excitement, and he said quickly: "The director called me this morning and said he thought I was quite suitable."

"Oh~"

As he spoke, he bumped into Li Luo's back, almost stumbling to the ground.

"What's the name of that show?"

"Don't know."

"What did you act as during the audition?"

"Miner."

Once the key information came out, Li Luo understood it was undoubtedly *Blind Shaft*; this movie, adapted from the novel *Sacred Wood*, was the opportunity for the other party to change his destiny, and he went on to win the Best Newcomer award at the Golden Horse Awards.

He also entered the sight of "Little Cannon" because of this, further participating in *A World Without Thieves*.

Becoming the lucky one everyone yearned for.

"What decision to make?"

Li Luo patted the schedule in his hand and looked at Baoqiang.

The latter scratched his head.

It seemed he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Li Luo knew what this guy was thinking; he was amused, rolled up the schedule, and pulled it hard onto Baoqiang's head: "Is your brain flooded?"

"Do you think there are more opportunities following me?"

"Hehe."

His little thoughts were exposed, and Baoqiang scratched his head embarrassedly.

On one side was a big crew.

With a male lead who treated him sincerely and would arrange more opportunities for him at any time.

On the other side, he could act.

But it was an unknown small crew, which didn't seem reliable no matter how you looked at it.

If it were before.

He would have accepted it without hesitation!

But now with this relationship, he became hesitant.

"I'm a month older than you."

Li Luo smiled, hugged Baoqiang's shoulder, and walked forward with him: "So you call me brother, I accept it; how do you think brother treats you?"

"Nothing to say."

Baoqiang patted his chest with a thud.

Whenever there was a scene, he would call him, and from time to time, he would take him out for a good meal.

People like assistant directors and martial arts performers.

He even became familiar with them.

This was treatment he had never had before; what else could he be dissatisfied with?

"Then what's there to hesitate about."

Li Luo rubbed his head and pushed him to the side: "If there's a chance to film outside, take it quickly; do you think I won't recognize you as a friend if you don't do well?"

"That's true!"

Baoqiang slapped his thigh hard.

"Brother, I'll carry it for you." Scratching his head, he ran back quickly and reached out to grab the bag on Li Luo's shoulder.

"There's something I brought for you inside."

"What?"

"Just look."

"Cake!"

"Is it good?"

"Mm, so fragrant!!!"

"Eat more, it's all for you."

"Brother, do you think I can be a good actor like you?"

"You'll be a Best Actor in the future."

"Cough~"

The two talked back and forth, swaying toward the set, the rising sun slowly lengthening their shadows.

"Bang."

A muffled sound came from the large dressing room next door.

It was clearly the sound of something being thrown.

It startled Chen Zihan, who had just finished her makeup and was walking out of the room; her gossip soul instantly awakened, and she hurriedly asked the staff member next to her in a low voice: "Whose dressing room is that?"

"Brother Luo."

The production assistant scanned her.

"Ah?"

Chen Zihan thought about the many scenes she had with the male lead, her junior, and hurriedly asked again: "His temper?"

"Brother Luo has a very good temper."

The production assistant waved his hand, somewhat gloating: "I don't know who bumped into his line of fire!"

This commotion also attracted the attention of others.

Jia Jingwen, dressed as a young master, walked out of her dressing room tapping her folding fan; she first smiled and nodded at Chen Zihan, then walked curiously to the side.

That guy Li Luo was always amiable; she didn't know what he was angry about.

Seeing this.

Chen Zihan hurriedly joined in the fun.