Chapter 120 "Daytime Rain" (21)

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Mo Sen sat on the ground and ate his box lunch on the low coffee table.

The doorbell rings.

He stood up with one hand on the ground and walked towards the door in a few steps.

The door to the single apartment did not have an anti-theft chain, so it opened by twisting the handle.

Behind the door is the familiar Cao Hao, who has the same fat and funny body, his facial features are crowded on his face, his eyes are small, and his mouth is smiling.

"As you said, come here quickly and get over here——"

Mo Sen said impatiently, and the next second, Cao Hao suddenly punched him on the bridge of the nose.

The punch wasn't even very heavy, but Moson, who was hit, couldn't stand still and fell to the ground in a panic.

Mo Sen was stunned, and so was Cao Hao.

Cao Hao tremblingly reached for the shovel that had been standing by the door and rushed in. Mo Sen quickly turned around and crawled backwards, getting down on all fours, quickly and awkwardly.

At this moment, Cao Hao gained a lot of courage out of thin air. He roared and rushed forward, holding the shovel tightly in his hands and hitting down.

Mo Sen suddenly raised his hands, but they were pressed to his chest.

There were no moves, and it was as embarrassing as a street fight.

Cao Hao suppressed Mo Sen with his huge body and kept shouting something.

The two were wrestling and fighting, and Mawson's elbow knocked over the coffee table.

The chopsticks stuck in the half box of rice fell down with a bang——

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"Card!"

Qin Jue's pupils shrank sharply, and he closed his eyes forcefully, but his breathing was still intense.

Gao Mulong quickly got off her body and sat aside tiredly.

Qin Jue's hand still looked suppressed, and the prop shovel was still on it.

"Teacher Qin..."

"Shut up."

Qin Jue, no, Mo Sen said coldly with his eyes closed, maintaining the position of his posture and props as if time had stopped.

"Hurry up and put on your makeup."

He Xu said on the intercom, and Tang Ting relayed it in real time.

Xu Ying, the versatile makeup artist, walked over quickly, holding not a makeup bag but several plates of paste-like stuff in her hand.

The special effects makeup this time was very difficult. The adhesion between the props and the surrounding skin was almost unreal. Even for someone with Xu Ying’s ability, it took two hours just to put on makeup.

During this period, Qin Jue remained motionless as if he were dead.

This traditional shooting method is not suitable for her immersive acting skills. To ensure that her emotions and states are constantly changing, she can only "refrigerated" herself, constantly replaying what just happened in her mind, and silently repeating the struggle over and over in her heart. Roaring and moaning.

Mo Sen's strength was much smaller than that of Cao Hao, so the voltage of her current network could not be changed. However, under such circumstances, she had to exert all her strength to deal with Cao Hao's sudden attack with an explosive burst.

Can't shake, can't shake...

Qin Jue felt that the mental energy between his eyebrows was constantly being consumed, and a tearing feeling appeared in the middle of his head, with a dull pain.

From the moment Gao Mulong entered the door to the moment he chased away with a shovel, the scene where the two competed had been filmed four times with four different camera positions.

It was half past nine o'clock in the evening, and the current network had lasted for more than fourteen hours... Qin Jue clenched her teeth secretly, the prop shovel motionless in front of her palms and arms.

"alright."

Xu Ying tentatively poked at the location of the special effects makeup, "It can't last too long. If you move a lot, it's likely to fall off..."

"Okay, okay."

Gao Mulong responded hurriedly, carefully pressed back onto Qin Jue, stretched out his hand and held the shovel.

The filming started again. The flesh on Gao Mulong's face twitched, and he made a painful sound "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" but he covered his wound and fell to the side under the severe pain. In the shot, the real and terrifying injury was right in the viewfinder. To the left of the middle, the props trembled with the twitching of the muscles on the face, emitting a real sense of pain.

Immediately afterwards, the close-up cameraman quickly retreated into a blind corner, and the close-up cameraman on the opposite side continued to work. Qin Jue turned over and climbed up, taking the wooden pole of the shovel in his hand.

The close-up cameraman behind Zhen Chuchu held the camera steadily and took Qin Jue, who was standing up, and Gao Mulong, who was kneeling on the ground, into the frame from her side. The focus was clearly on the two of them, giving Zhen Chuchu a clear picture. Chu Chu's back was out of focus, blurry but real.

It hurts me to death——

The standing Qin Jue breathed rapidly, uttered a few dirty words with a grin, raised the shovel above his head with both hands, spread his legs apart and arched, and exerted force suddenly!

"Card!"

Miscalculating the length of the shovel, the light bulb on the ceiling of the single apartment was shaken, and the recording device next to it was accidentally affected. There was a sharp popping sound from the recording team's radio headset, and the device was broken.

Qin Jue froze in place, his head trembling slightly, but he maintained his position and did not move.

Fucking…migraine? Why at this time——

Her temples were throbbing, as if someone was holding a drill against the surrounding brain nerves. From time to time, she experienced electric shock-like pain, which came in waves, even affecting her consciousness.

"Sorry, Teacher Qin, please give way."

The voice of the staff who came to replace the radio device was obviously very soft, but it sounded like thunder to Qin Jue's ears.

She frowned and took two steps back, remembering the distance between these two steps to avoid being unable to recover.

Damn it, it's sound waves...

Qin Jue thought in a daze, is it the radio microphone on the ceiling? Did the shovel hit?

She closed her eyes tightly in the dual pain of electric current and migraine. Veins burst out in her hands holding the shovel pole, but the tremor was still subtle.

"alright!"

The filming pace was tense and the content of the filming was also very tense. The crew members inevitably felt a little anxious. They quickly reinstalled the recording device and greeted them hurriedly.

Noisy... so noisy...

This sound made Qin Jue's eardrums buzz, and at the same time, a regular and high-frequency buzzing sounded in her head.

The sound of a light bulb? No, it's tinnitus...

In confusion, Qin Jue clenched the shovel pole with greater strength. With this force, the stinging pain caused by the current on the surface and inside the body was doubled, stimulating her to wake up suddenly.

"Prepare--"

Things like this freeze-frame-maintaining state have happened several times since filming started in the evening.

No one noticed Qin Jue's abnormality. She was too strong, so strong that it was natural and convincing, so she was subconsciously ignored by people.

Qin Jue opened his eyes, and his pupils were densely surrounded by red blood threads, making it difficult to see clearly under the pale light.

"start!"

Qin Jue once again raised the shovel above his head with both hands and slammed it down with all his strength!

"Uh-ah..."

"Card!"

Qin Jue was confused, what happened? What's wrong?

He Xu's instructions came over the intercom: "Ask Qin Jue if he can break the shovel."

Tang Ting walked over and was about to repeat the story when he saw Qin Jue staring at Gao Mulong who was kneeling on the ground. His facial muscles were tense and stiff, like a living corpse.

"Qin, Qin Jue." Tang Ting was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the spot and whispered softly, "Are you okay?"

"Hurry up and finish filming."

Qin Jue said very quickly. Her nerves were almost stretched to the limit. She was swinging around eighty-five when the maximum was one hundred. But if she took a break, she might not be able to find this kind of excitement in the next two days. When it comes to overdraft, the best way is to use this energy to finish the photo perfectly.

Tang Ting swallowed: "The director asked you if you can break the shovel."

"Can."

Qin Jue's expression did not change, the focus of his eyes did not move, only his mouth moved.

The person on the ground is not Gao Mulong, but Cao Hao.

The person on the ground is not Gao Mulong, but Cao Hao——

I'm not Qin Jue, I'm Mo Sen...

I am not Qin Jue, I am...

She repeated it in her mind over and over again. Tang Ting quickly followed He Xu's instructions and adjusted the position of the camera so that Qin Jue could smash the shovel on the ground next to Gao Mulong's head, but from a suitable angle. Looking at it, it felt like a precise hit on Gao Mulong's neck.

It took nearly ten minutes to change the plane location.

The severe pain all over his body made Qin Jue maintain a strange sobriety in his overdraft, as if his soul and life were burning fiercely.

She's in great shape—