Chapter three hundred and fiftieth IX make a big fuss
At a resort in Huairou Film and Television Base, Fang Yi rushed out of the swimming pool and lay on the ladder to catch his breath.
There are various props in the swimming pool, which are basically the same as those in the container, and the placement is similar.
He is doing obstacle swimming training here.
After a short rest, the two swimming coaches checked Fang Yi's watch and asked, "Try again?"
Fang Yi: "Try again."
The coach said, "You are really an iron man."
Fang Yi walked to the shore and relaxed all his muscles, "Be tired now, so as not to make mistakes during the actual shooting."
The coach said: "Yes, one minute on stage is worth ten years of effort off stage... However, even if it is ten years of effort or twenty years of effort, something may still go wrong. It all depends on a person's luck and talent."
"I've always had good luck."
After pressing a button, the water in the swimming pool began to roll wildly, hitting the wall of the pool and rebounding to form waves. Fang Yi took a deep breath and jumped in suddenly.
The wave immediately rolled him backwards. He barely maintained his balance and gradually reached the ladder by using various props in the water to borrow strength.
The difficulty here is that no matter how the water rolls, the moment Fang Yi steps on the ladder, he has to use all his strength to make it look effortless.
Stand straight and walk easily.
Because this was in a dream, when Yu Huanshui realized and admitted that it was a dream, and he was completely relieved, even if the earth exploded, it would not affect him from walking up the stairs to heaven.
Yu Huanshui walked up step by step, with confusion and expectation on his face, while huge waves and various props filled the space and moved randomly and uncontrollably - this meant that his virtual world had also collapsed, and Yu Huanshui was dying.
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Such a shot of stillness and movement is undoubtedly a very shocking scene in the movie, so Fang Yi practiced again and again, just to perform a classic.
——Suddenly, a wooden board flashed out in front of him without warning and hit him quickly. He couldn't open his eyes very wide and could only rely on his impression to shrink his head and avoid it. But his speed in the water was slower than on land.
The wooden board hit him on the forehead with a bang. Fang Yi suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes glowed with gold, and he obviously fell backward, his limbs instinctively scratching in the water.
"..."
And drank some water.
This time it's really blocked, my old despicable one.
The two coaches were startled. One turned off the button, and the other jumped in to pull him and check his injuries.
Fang Yi vomited out the water, but still felt nauseous and started retching.
A finger appeared in front of me, "What is this?"
"I know."
He held out two fingers and said, "You have to answer. If you don't answer, how will we know that you know."
"two."
He held up three fingers and said, "What now?"
"three."
Four fingers stretched out.
The good-tempered Fang Yi finally got angry, "Are you done with this?"
When the coach saw him getting angry, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems like everything is fine. I can't see clearly from the water, I just saw you struggling there - I thought something serious had happened. Director Fang said you are very lucky, you are really
Lucky."
"That one, two, and three is of no use at all. What can it prove?"
"One, two, three means that you are conscious and have basic ability to distinguish."
"Where's Four?"
"Four means you have mature thinking ability."
Fang Yi shook off the water on his body and asked, "Is there a mirror?"
"Why do you want a mirror?"
"I just got hit on the forehead. Let's see if there is any trauma. If there is any trauma, it will be more troublesome. Next time I will put on makeup to cover my forehead."
The coach wondered, "You're all injured, but you still put on makeup and continue filming. It seems like it's not easy for you to make money..."
When Fang Yi heard this, he turned around and complained, "It's hard for me to make money, and there is no easy money in the world."
——Open the mirror and look carefully. There is indeed a bruise on my forehead.
But there were no injuries.
Coach: "What should we do? Take a rest?"
Fang Yi: "Let me take it slow and continue practicing later."
Coach: "Really practicing?"
Fang Yi: "What if? Why go to the hospital for this matter?"
As a result, the two coaches were afraid to let Fang Yi practice. They stood by the button and said bitterly, "Director Fang, please understand our difficulties. You just seem to be fine. What if you suffer some hidden injury?"
It’s gotten worse again...who among us can withstand it? I feel bad, right?"
This left Fang Yi with no choice but to give up.
In order to reduce the swelling, the two coaches smiled and put a bandage on his head. It looked a bit scary, and told him, "You have to go to the hospital. After all, it was your head that was hit..."
At this point, their expressions changed, and their warnings turned into threats. One of them called the manager, Sister Zhen, and narrated the matter.
Not long after, Sister Zhen, who weighed 172 pounds, twisted her plump butt and led an assistant to the villa in a hurry. Behind her, a few more people in white coats followed, carrying first aid kits in their hands.
Because this place is very narrow, built halfway up the mountain. The men in white coats are like soldiers from the reconnaissance company, crawling forward in the forest, and every time they disappear and reappear, they will be much closer.
There was a faint buzzing sound. It was unlikely to be the police or a fire in the swimming pool. It could only be an ambulance.
This situation made Fang Yi find it interesting and he laughed unconsciously.
While sitting on the bank, paddling boredly, washing his feet again and again, he estimated the marching route of the group of white coats and thought to himself, "Who is so mobilizing troops? Is there a big leader?"
"Or is it true that someone is suffering from a terminal illness and is about to die?"
Seeing the real sister coming to his side, Fang Yi saw that her face was ashen and she looked like the end of the world. It was obvious that she had something to do with her.
So Fang Yi also thought of bad possibilities.
He waved from a distance and asked Sister Zhen:
"Is anyone on our crew seriously injured?"
"The leading actor was seriously injured and must be sent to the hospital immediately."
Fang Yi was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, and felt his head boiling with excitement, "You mean, something happened to Liu Yifei?"
"It's you."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Fang Yi, it's you who is in trouble."
Under the cover of Sister Zhen's plump body, a group of white coats, like the tool men behind the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, suddenly appeared in front of him and lifted him up without any explanation.
Fang Yi said in a panic: "What are you doing? I'm fine."
"Whether something happens or not, it's not you who has the final say, it's the machine and the doctor who has the final say."
More people came over, and some were carrying stretchers.
Suddenly, the world in his eyes became parallel, and everyone appeared sideways in front of him. Then he was turned over, and he saw the red sun in the sky, and two doctors were removing his gauze.
Fang Yi said helplessly, "I can count one, two, three, and I can count to four. My brain is fine and my thinking ability is mature - if you don't believe me, ask the coach!"
Sister Zhen: "That one, two, and three is of no use at all. What can it prove?"
So Fang Yi was forced into the ambulance. At the moment when the door was about to close, Fang Yi was still giving the final instructions of the director:
"Okay, don't tell Liu Yifei."
"As I said, she is waiting at the hospital."
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