Chapter 54: The Feel Is So Good

One was outside the door, the other inside.

Liu Tianxian pulled Fang Hong by the arm and said: "What's this 'loser' nonsense? If you're a loser, then so am I—just get in."

"Oh!"

Fang Hong didn't hold back—he stepped into the suite and shut the door behind him.

The living room was clean and tidy, exquisitely luxurious; living here gave one a sense of nobility—this environment would be perfect for his mother to enjoy too.

In fact, a person's refined aura is cultivated by their environment!

If Liu Tianxian hadn't been raised in such an environment, she wouldn't have that innate celestial grace.

Fang Hong couldn't help glancing toward the bedroom—the door was closed, revealing nothing.

Liu Tianxian walked over and sat on the sofa, legs together and turned to the side; the posture was demure and highlighted her long, straight legs.

I have to say, her legs are so fair they practically glow—almost blinding!

Liu Tianxian patted the seat beside her and said: "Come sit."

Fang Hong walked over and sat beside her, saying nothing, waiting for her to speak.

"There's a scene I don't know how to act—teach me."

Liu Tianxian picked up the script on the coffee table, opened it, and pointed to a marked section: "Here."

After all that, it was just about discussing the script—Fang Hong's heart had been pounding wildly; this woman was too cruel, tugging at his emotions.

He'd thought she wanted to talk about how babies are born?

Fang Hong calmed his racing heart, took the script, and glanced at it—this was a famous scene: the car chase sequence.

This scene had been imitated countless times—for example, in the movie *Passing Through Your Whole World*.

In it, Yue Yunpeng chases Liu Yan's car, screaming desperately: "Yan Zi, how can I live without you!"

It was copied from *33 Days of Heartbreak*!

And that movie's plot was terrible—it succeeded only because of this scene, breaking out of its niche and moving countless viewers, earning solid box office results.

To perform this scene well, the actor's emotions must be authentic—if they're not, the audience will find it dry and lifeless.

Especially Liu Tianxian—she's terribly hard to believe in.

Can you imagine someone as beautiful as her begging a man for forgiveness, heartbroken, chasing his car down a busy street?

The man wouldn't chase her car—he'd be lucky if he didn't run her over!

So she had no sense of identification—she could only turn to Fang Hong for help.

Fang Hong closed the script, said nothing, and lowered his head into quiet thought.

He didn't know how to teach it.

Liu Tianxian, seeing Fang Hong lost in thought, didn't disturb him.

Instead, she went to pour him a cup of tea, placed it on the coffee table, then bent over, elbows resting on her knees, one hand propping up her chin, gazing sideways at the man.

She'd never really looked at him closely before, but now she saw he was kind of handsome—quite charming.

Now she thought he was quite good-looking; at first, she'd thought he was ordinary.

"Have you ever had a man you really liked?" Fang Hong turned his head.

"I've had one, but never one I really liked," Liu Tianxian pulled her thoughts back.

"Let me put it this way."

Fang Hong shifted his buttocks, leaning closer: "Can you imagine lowering your dignity, humbling yourself to love someone?"

Liu Tianxian thought about it, then shook her head—she couldn't imagine that feeling.

"Then it's a bit difficult."

Fang Hong didn't pry into who she'd liked before—it was all in the past, no need to care, especially since she'd said she never really liked anyone.

He added: "Have you ever felt that choking sensation—wanting to cry but unable to?"

Liu Tianxian thought again, recalling being cyberbullied, seeing those false rumors, the period when she'd been shattered, with no one to turn to, forced to lock herself in her room and endure silently.

That time was her darkest, most helpless moment—she'd even gotten drunk alone in the dead of night.

That feeling was exactly like the heartbreak movie they were filming now!

"I have!" she said.

"Then use that emotional memory—swap it in," Fang Hong said.

"But I've never studied this—I'm not familiar with it," Liu Tianxian said.

Emotional memory substitution belongs to Method Acting; she was Experiential Acting, so she wasn't familiar with it.

Suddenly, Fang Hong placed his hand on her smooth thigh and stroked it, then squeezed hard.

Liu Tianxian startled, quickly pulled her leg away, and snapped: "What are you doing, you jerk?"

"See? You just swapped it in."

Fang Hong's expression was serious—there was no trace of flirtation.

Hearing him say that, Liu Tianxian seemed to grasp something—Method Acting's core was Improvisational Acting and Emotional Memory!

Just now, the man's action was Improvisational Acting; the emotional memory was Psychological Suggestion.

Psychological Suggestion can act on the senses—physical sensations trigger emotional responses.

Likewise, emotional responses can generate physical sensations.

Liu Tianxian was smart—she quickly understood Fang Hong's technique.

Seeing her relax, Fang Hong quietly exhaled—he'd been nervous when he touched her.

If he'd overstepped, they'd be done for!

That thigh felt soft and smooth—so pleasant—he wanted to touch it again, but was it allowed?

Thinking this, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward her dazzling white leg.

Liu Tianxian, sensitive, sensed the man's gaze, tugged at her shorts and said: "You can go now. Thank you very much—I already know how to act."

"Wait, I'm parched. I want to drink tea."

Fang Hong didn't really want to leave; he wanted to stay a little longer and enjoy the view.

Now that the serious business is done, it's time for something unserious!

"Stop drinking—you'll only get thirstier. Why bother?" Liu Tianxian pulled him up and shoved him toward the door without argument.

"You're so heartless—you won't even let me have tea." Fang Hong was ruthlessly pushed out the door.

Liu Tianxian shut the door, then leaned back against it, looking down at her long legs, lifting one leg to admire it herself.

"It's not special at all!"

Of course it's not special—you're looking at it yourself!

Fang Hong returned to his lodging, opened his laptop, and sent another email to the man named Li Min.

He sent one nearly every week, but the other never replied.

No one knew if he hadn't seen it, or if he was deliberately ignoring it.

If the box office money comes in and he still hasn't replied, Fang Hong will find someone else to collaborate with to copy League of Heroes!

That night, at three a. m. —when there were the fewest people and the fewest cars—the crew had notified the city and closed a stretch of road to film a car chase scene.

They filmed so late mainly to save money!

If they filmed in the early night, with more cars and people, they'd need massive manpower and resources to seal off the road.

But at this hour, they didn't need to—just place warning equipment at the intersection and have two people watch it.

Fang Hong also had to appear in this scene, so they had Yu Xian film it instead.

The other cinematographer on the crew had already found a replacement—this man was Liu Yin, Yu Xian's classmate.

He was quite handsome; Fang Hong remembered him—he later appeared in multiple films and TV series, including The Wandering Earth.

He had just graduated—he was a nobody!

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