Du Zhui shouted "a", and according to the content of the previous rehearsal, the extras began to get in agitation.

In the boxing ring, Apeng was beaten by the opponent's boxer and was defeated step by step. This was a deal that was negotiated in advance. Apeng collected the deposit from the boss of the boxing ring on the condition that he would lose to the opponent's boxer.

Apeng was pressed by the other party to the railing beside the boxing ring, bent and protected his head with his fists. The other party's fists were smashed down one after another, and the gamblers below shouted loudly, almost boiling.

Cao Ye stood behind the monitor and watched Liang Sizhe being forced to the railing by Zhou Ting on the stage. Although Zhou Ting's arm was raised high and looked quite imposing, it seemed very fake in the camera, as if he didn't dare to put his fist on Liang Sizhe.

"cut!" Du Zhui stopped and called the two people on the stage to look at the scene taken on the monitor. He pointed at the two of them fighting, "Zhou Ting, don't do it hard, it looks particularly obvious in the camera, it looks like a fake fight at first glance."

Zhou Ting looked nervous and embarrassed: "Why do you really hit me? I'm too heavy to attack me. What should I do if Teacher Liang really hurts me?"

"If you get injured, you will be considered an industrial injury," Liang Sizhe joked, "The investor is here, it's not your turn to pay your money, right? Mr. Cao?"

Cao Ye felt that he was probably not suitable for watching this fight scene. He had the same concerns as Zhou Ting - let go of the real fight and what should he do if Liang Sizhe was injured? But since Liang Sizhe threw the words to him, he could only smile and say: "Don't worry, Liang Sizhe bought the maximum insurance coverage for accident insurance."

The two sang together. Although it was a joke, Zhou Ting finally put down some concerns and promised to fight in the next game.

Before going on stage again, Liang Sizhe said to Du Zhui: "Di, please don't shout a first, let's try to hit him first."

The two went to the boxing ring and bowed to make a move. Liang Sizhe punched decisively. Zhou Ting, as a former professional boxer, reacted quickly and immediately used gloves to protect his face. When the boxing gloves collided, Zhou Ting could feel that Liang Sizhe was not keeping his strength and punched him hard. It was true.

He was hesitating whether to really fight Liang Sizhe. In a moment, Liang Sizhe had already punched again, and then Zhou Ting quickly lowered his body and avoided him.

The extras off the stage were unclear at first, so they didn't understand whether the filming started, but their attention was quickly attracted by the stage. This time, the real fight was different from the filming a few minutes ago, and Zhou Ting retreated step by step, and Liang Sizhe pressed forward step by step.

Someone shouted "Okay", and the voice seemed to be more excited than when he was filming. The spirit of the extra was mobilized, and there was no need for Du Zhui to shout "a", and the sounds under the scene had already begun to be noisy.

The heavy blow of fists as raindrops came over, and Liang Sizhe's strength and speed surprised Zhou Ting. He originally thought he could handle it easily, but he didn't expect that when he was pressed step by step, he could not find a chance to fight back, so he was quickly forced to the cable in the boxing ring while retreating.

Liang Sizhe stopped his hand at this time. He took off his boxing gloves, took off his mouthguard, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat that flowed to his jaw: "I have practiced boxing for more than a month, and it is not as weak as you think. Even if you really fight, I will defend myself."

Zhou Ting nodded repeatedly. Before the filming started, Du Zhui said that Liang Sizhe had practiced boxing, but he didn't take it seriously. He just realized that the person in front of him was not Xiaoman who was suppressed and unable to breathe, Li Er who had a cross-dressing eroticism, Lu Hechuan, who could not resist, or Liang Sizhe, a superstar who felt very distant. He was just an underground boxer like a wild dog. Although his movements were not as standard as professional boxers, he had the attitude of giving up his life.

When the filming started again, Zhou Ting finally found his state. He gave up his concerns and forced Liang Sizhe to the railing of the boxing ring, and his fists fell heavily.

Xiao Meng mingled in the crowd and squeezed into the boxing ring and shouted: "Dad, please hide, dad, run away... don't hit my dad!"

Liang Sizhe's back waist pressed against the railing, and Zhou Ting punched him, stretching his entire back into a bow, and a muffled groan in his throat.

This voice made Zhou Ting panic for a second, then immediately stopped and asked, "Teacher Liang, did I hurt you just now?"

Liang Sizhe frowned slightly: "Director Du didn't shout cut, why did you stop by yourself?"

"I think my punch just now seems to hit you..."

Du Zhui stood up from behind the monitor, walked to the front of the stage and asked, "This game is pretty good, why did it stop?"

The extras in the audience were not clear, so there was a riot, and the emotions that Xiao Meng had just brewed were interrupted and he shouted: "Brother Sizhe was beaten!"

Cao Ye also walked over and looked at Liang Sizhe. Liang Sizhe smiled at him, and he didn't look like he was injured. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of this accident, this scene will be reshooted.

After filming several times in a row, there will always be accidents. After several times, the extras were obviously not as excited as they started. Xiao Meng's emotions were interrupted several times in a row, making it increasingly difficult to get into the role. The filming began to enter a stalemate and seemed unable to move downwards.

The more anxious he was, the less Zhou Ting could get into the role. Except for Liang Sizhe, the scene seemed to be in a very bad state.

Cao Ye watched Liang Sizhe being pressed against the railing and punched him over and over again. He walked outside the set and lit a cigarette to smoke.

Du Zhui shouted "cut" again. Seeing that Zhou Ting was not in the state, the extras were also exhausted, so he had to pause the filming and let everyone rest for a while.

Cao Ye turned off the cigarette and walked to the boxing ring. Liang Sizhe squatted on one knee on the stage more than one meter high, looking down at him: "Didn't you say you should quit smoking with me?"

"Did you just get hurt?" Cao Ye's eyes fell on his waist.

"It's okay," Liang Sizhe raised his hand and touched his hair. "In public, your eyes are more restrained."

"...I'm looking at whether you're injured!" Cao Ye exploded again. Seeing Liang Sizhe laughing at him, he paused. He looked at the tired extras sitting all over the floor behind him, and no one came over. After the filming just now, everyone's voices were hoarse. The crew members brought throat candy and the extras were dividing throat candy.

"Can you still shoot this state?" Cao Ye asked. Although he knew that the movie was like this, and it was polished countless times, he still couldn't help feeling anxious when he was in the crew for an afternoon, especially because his boyfriend was still being beaten over and over again, which looked...it hurt.

"Why do you want to film again tomorrow," Cao Ye said, "There is no need to hurry up and ask Zhou Ting to go back and find out his condition, and the extras will also regain their energy, or do you want to use a stand-in?"

Liang Sizhe smiled: "Cao Ye, you... are so soft-hearted. You said you want to be a director. You can't be as soft-hearted as you are when you are a director."

"Then just grind it over and over again?" Cao Ye asked him.

Liang Sizhe did not answer directly, looked at him and asked, "Which game do you think works best just now?"

Cao Ye thought about it and did not say anything that had been filmed, but instead said: "That scene was not called a." He was talking about the improvisational part of Liang Sizhe beating Zhou Ting and was not written in the script.

"I also think," Liang Sizhe looked at the audience's extras, "so I was thinking, instead of tossing the extras and children over and over and interrupting their emotions, it's better to try shooting them all and capture their emotions first. As for the boxing shots on the stage, they can actually be supplemented later."

"Are you talking about one shot to the end?" Cao Ye thought about his proposal, "It's a good idea. It's just that the on-site camera seats need to be re-arranged, which also requires higher requirements for the cameraman... Moreover, it's actually more difficult for you and Zhou Ting to get the extras and Xiao Meng into the scene."

"Let Zhou Ting play as a real boxing match, and don't give him so many rules and regulations. Maybe he will perform more naturally. Do you think it's feasible?"

"It's feasible, it's feasible..." Cao Ye looked at Liang Sizhe, "Can you resist it if you really want him to play in a boxing match?"

"Try it?" Liang Sizhe said, and saw Du Zhui looking here. He raised his arm and waved his hand. When Du Zhui came over, he said, "I just discussed it with Cao Ye and thought I could try it all."

Liang Sizhe has been a director. Although he lost both reputation and box office among the audience, the industry's evaluation of this film is pretty good. He analyzed the feasibility of a shot from the director's perspective. After listening to it, Du Zhui thought he could give it a try.

Du Zhui then called Zhou Ting over and asked him to completely put aside the script and play it as a boxing match.

Zhou Ting raised his concerns: "But it is not written in the script. At first, Appen was forced to a desperate situation and finally rebounded. Did he win this game? Then when should I stop and go from attack to defense?"

"Don't worry about this," said Liang Sizhe, "Just just fight me."

An hour later, Du Zhui re-arranged the camera position and re-talked the scene with the extra and Xiao Meng, saying that this scene on stage would overturn the original arrangement of the script and have a real fight.

The extras lack interest and only regard Du Zhui's words as inspiring rhetoric.

But Liang Sizhe and Zhou Ting were on the stage, which was different from the script. This time, Liang Sizhe made a punch first. He took the lead in throwing the script away, making Zhou Ting and the extras in the stage believe that this time it was really coming.

Zhou Ting raised his gloves to protect his head. After taking a few steps, he found the right gap to use attack as defense, swung his fist, and reversed the disadvantage.

Liang Sizhe did not immediately retreat like the script. While protecting his face, he punched again decisively. When the opponent leaned back, he swept his legs and tripped Zhou Ting half a meter away.

Soon, Zhou Ting on the stage and the extras off the stage realized that Liang Sizhe did not follow the script, he was here to be the real one.

The boxing technique he used aroused Zhou Ting's desire to win and lose as a boxer. Zhou Ting's emotions were mobilized. After rolling on the ground, he rushed over and hugged Liang Sizhe's leg, and hit the back of his knee with his elbow.

But Liang Sizhe was more flexible than he thought. He bent his knees and locked Zhou Ting with his legs, half-kneeled, and punched Zhou Ting in the back.

The fight on stage began to take place, and the emotions of the extras offstage were immediately mobilized.

Du Zhui's voice then came from the speaker: "a!"

The light on the set is dark, creating a hysterical duel atmosphere in the underground boxing ring.

The men in the audience were shirtless, waving their arms, screaming at the two people in the boxing ring, venting their excessive energy that they had nowhere to be released.

Trash, swear words and sweat filled the entire underground boxing ring. The simple electronic screen on the stage showed the amount of bets, and the amount on the other side was much higher than that on Appen.

The sounds from the field were heard one after another:

"Fight!"

"Put it out, don't be like a sissy!"

"Didn't you eat?"

Xiao Meng's voice was covered in the crowd. He stood in the first row and jumped up and shouted: "Come on Dad! Dad beat him!"

Appen used boxing gloves to block his face, and his opponent punched him one by one, forcing him to retreat step by step, and was forced to retreat to the cables in the boxing ring.

Seeing that the winner was about to be decided, the shouting suddenly became boiling: "Beat him, okay! Fuck him, try hard!"

Appen was pressed on the railing of the boxing ring and his fist was smashed down without any effort.

Xiao Meng's voice was mixed with crying: "Come on Dad! Come on Dad..." He grabbed the railing and wanted to climb up, "Don't hit my dad, don't hit..."

The staff from the boxing ring walked up and pulled him off with his collar.

On the electronic display, the bet amount of opponent's boxer's bets rose rapidly, and the gap between the two sides became increasingly obvious.

Just bear with a few more seconds and the chips you negotiated with the boxing ring boss can be cashed out.

At this time, Xiao Meng's screams were heard through the noisy crowd: "Don't hit my dad, please don't want him, uncle, stop him." He grabbed the cable from the boxing ring, "My dad will die..."

Appen bowed and hid behind the boxing gloves. Suddenly, he exerted force on his head, pushed the opponent's abdomen, and then punched him hard, hitting the opponent's jaw. This punch was both fast and fierce, and directly knocked the opponent's braces away.

The court was quiet for a second, and then the whole audience realized that they had made the wrong bet and cursed and placed more bets on Appen's side.

The two people on the stage were entangled together. Apeng pressed his knee against each other's waist, and his fists were smashed down like raindrops, hitting the other party tightly and holding his head, unable to fight back.

"cut!" Du Zhui shouted behind the monitor.

The scene was unexpectedly smooth, and the atmosphere of the extras was more exciting than any of the previous scenes. Xiao Meng's mood was also very good. Until Du Zhui called for a stop, Xiao Meng was burping in tears.

Du Zhui came over and said to the trumpet: "Everyone is very good! Take a break, and we will take a few more close-up shots in a while and we will finish work."

After he said that, Liang Sizhe and Zhou Ting in the stands said: "Are you not injured? This game is so effective, Zhou Ting performs very naturally."

"I actually didn't perform..." Zhou Ting scratched his head guiltily, "I just followed Teacher Liang. You can't tell at all that you have only practiced boxing for a month."

"Don't think I can't see you keeping my strength behind me." Liang Sizhe smiled, took off his gloves and handed it to Song Qingyan, took the water she handed it over, raised his head and took a few sips.

Song Qingyan handed him the towel again. Liang Sizhe took the towel to wipe the sweat on his face and neck, and hung the towel around his neck.

He took the water and walked over to look at the monitor with Cao Ye: "Is this a good game just now?"

"It's already good enough, it should be enough to add a few more storyboards," Cao Ye turned his face and lowered his eyes to look at it, "Did Zhou Ting hit you in the waist just now? Are you injured?"
To be continued...