Global Movie Emperor

Although the National Fitness Center can accommodate more than 10,000 spectators, there are only less than 500 people actually seated in the group performance. This kind of big scene requires multiple cameras and computer special effects to produce. It is impossible to say that it is more than 10,000. People fill up the scene, right? Money is not so much spent.

When Xue Liyong walked out from the backstage shirtless, his aura became even more frightening. Lu Ze didn’t know if he had any habit of exposing. He hadn’t filmed yet, so why did you walk back and forth shirtlessly? Well.

But the first thing to be filmed was the scene of preparations in the backcourt. The first shot was the scene of Xue Liyong in the backstage. There were various fitness equipment in the room. Xue Liyong warmed up, put on his gloves, and the scene announced that he was playing board.

"Boom boom!"

A continuous combination of punches hit the sandbags, making a huge noise. He used his full strength. As a well-known heavy gunner who lost weight to the sub-heavyweight, his punch strength can basically be described by the word monster. Up.

His body fat was much higher than that of Lu Ze. There was even fat on his stomach and no abdominal muscles. But when his fist fell, his arms suddenly became thicker, and Lu Ze swallowed a little.

This kind of person is a walking murder weapon. Undoubtedly, if such a violent punch hits the chin of an ordinary person without training, if the muscles of that person's neck are weaker, it is estimated that the cervical spine will be discounted.

The sandbag that Lu Ze hit was actually quite impactful in terms of visual effects, but it was indeed faked and it was much lighter than this sandbag. If you play this, you will definitely not be able to play it.

Sandbags, speedball, and rope skipping, which can make women's inferiority pectoral muscles sway, but the visual effect is not chilly, but rather like a fat tiger.

When the shots of him were over, they caught Lu Ze, but the shots of the two in the background were a little different. Xue Liyong's training room was noisy in the background, while Lu Ze's training room was deadly silent.

The kick boxing coach Lao Song and the other members of the team sat watching Lu Ze. What is interesting is that this team is really Lu Ze’s team at the Golden Tiger Boxing Gym, such as nutritionist Hou Zhen, Doctor Gao, these people.

After hitting the board, the camera started shooting, and there was a little movement outside the corridor, while Lu Ze was sitting against the wall with his forearms on his knees, and his head was covered with a towel and said nothing.

"Go warm up."

Lao Song is not a professional actor, but if you ask him to train boxers, he will play in his true colors, and he doesn't need to act at all. Anyhow, Lu Ze has learned kick boxing in his hands for months, and there is no sense of abruptness in training.

Lu Ze didn't speak, got up, and put his gloves on, while Lao Song took the hand target and placed it on his shoulder. Lu Ze hit it with a fist, and started feeding the target.

But after a few shots, Lao Song suddenly changed his routine. The right hand with the target was drawn directly on Lu Ze's face. The sound was louder than Lu Ze's target.

Lu Ze was beaten up and said nothing, looked at Lao Song's hand target, slowly raised the frame, and then shot.

"boom!"

Another slap in the face, Lu Ze slapped again, another slap in the face!

"When are you going to be cowardly? Huh? Tell me! You! His! To be cowardly! What about him! Time! This is your fist? Huh? Hit me! Come on! Come on! Don't tell me about you He's! He's a scumbag! I played with you for so long, and then you and he are stunned? Is he really hell!"

Lao Song grabbed Lu Ze's wrist, raised it and placed it on his chest, Lu Ze's hand wiped his clothes, and he dropped weakly, lowering his head without making a sound.

"Trash! Bitter! Finding a lady can kill you now! I have been playing with you for half a year!...Fuck!"

Old Song pinched his waist, turned around twice, and then extended his index finger to the tip of Lu Ze’s nose. The lighting of this lens made people invisible to Old Song’s eyes, and then he kicked angrily on the locker, and then Grab Lu Ze by the collar.

"Do you want to know why! You or him is a natural trash! No, you were brave before, but now... is it a soft trash! Don't wonder why you have no money to give you Mom treats the illness, because your boss is wasting your energy in useless places, and then you become a prankster in the right place! Get out of me! Don't take him!"

The blue veins on the neck of Lao Song’s scolding bulged up, and he sprayed it on Lu Ze’s face. Lu Ze didn’t wipe it. Suddenly, the photographer who was nervous in the backstage of the game shooting pushed the door in. Lao Song turned his head and took down the target hard It hit the camera and smashed the cameramen away. Then, his eyes widened, he pressed Lu Ze against his forehead and pushed the cow up.

"This is the world will sympathize with the weak, but will never sympathize with a weak who has turned from a strong, you say...who can respect you now! You are more fishy than your body The second uncle is far away, at least he is a man! And you are not! You just eat it for a while and will be beaten by your second uncle and return him without saying a word, crying like a lady eating noodle waste, look at you Come on yourself, take a look! He wrote a word on your forehead, on your head, and on your whole body! Counsel! You know! Counsel!"

He pinched the back of Lu Ze's neck and pushed Lu Ze in front of the mirror. In the mirror, an expressionless Lu Ze was reflected, as if dead and lifeless.

Finally, he spoke...

"I can't beat him."

"Who? Who? Tell me, who can't you beat?"

Liu Ying really admired Old Song. This actor who didn't do the acting was really a talent, but only the people at the Golden Tiger Boxing Gym knew that this is what Coach Song really looks like, a devil coach who can't even laugh.

He put his ear to Lu Ze's mouth in a particularly grandiose manner, with an unconcealed ridicule on his expression, and made great irony at Lu Zebao, and he never stopped.

"What you can't beat is yourself! Life is constantly putting pressure on each of us, everyone! Not only you, not me, and not just them here, but a man will carry it, he will carry it Live, but I hope that the man who can carry it is you!"

He pointed to the coaching team who was sitting silently, and once again grabbed Lu Ze by the collar.

"Don’t feel inferior, okay? You can, you can’t win this game, but I hope you can beat yourself, just like six years ago, I don’t care about winning or losing this game, but I believe you will Care, there are still people who care, so hit the target hard, hit the target! Then go to the stage to kill the son of a bitch, or you fell on the stage! Finally, I went to visit your mother, what she wanted to say to you, But never told you personally."

"She never blamed you, she loves you."

In an instant, Lu Ze burst into tears. He wore his gloves and wiped his tears with his arms. He choked, but resisted the urge to cry.

"So, like a man, like your fishy uncle, resist the pressure, don't fall, I know you can do it, because this is your only way, the last choice."

Lao Song picked up the hand target on the ground, put it in his hand, twisted his shoulder twice, and started walking backwards around Luze, then stretched out the hand target.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise on the target, which was the strength that Lu Ze should have~www.readwn.com~ Maybe a man's tears weren't many, he held it back, and then quickly made a counterattack.

"Pretty! Pay attention to your footsteps, don't stop your steps! Don't be messy! Then...Boom! Hiding too much! Concentrate, pay attention to the frame!"

After the two continued to fight for half a minute, they stopped with a "click!" and also let the melon eating team sitting aside breathe a sigh of relief. The scene was actually very depressing. They had also seen Lao Song be like this. I went to reprimand the boxer, so I sat on the seat and didn't even dare to move.

"OK?"

"Okay, no problem, Song teaches you how to act."

"If you have to play like this for an average of four or five days, do you still need acting skills after playing for more than ten years?"

Lao Song threw the target on the stool coolly, then picked up a sports bottle and drank his saliva. Only Lu Ze was left dumbfounded, not knowing what to say, but some boxers who distressed Jinhu.

"Tough you guys."

."......"