raknovel Chapter 29, It seems there's some serious illness involved.
Chapter 29, It seems there's some serious illness involved.
The song is over.
There was a two-second silence in the studio.
Then Hong Bing led the applause.
He genuinely thought it was good, and clapped it five or six times before his colleagues started drumming up.
Gao Huan stood on the stage, bowed slightly, and remained calm.
Hong Bing picked up the microphone and asked, "Did you write this song yourself?"
"Both the lyrics and the music," Gao Huan said.
Hong Bing nodded, wrote a few words in his notebook, then looked up and said something that surprised everyone present.
"Your vocal range, timbre, and technique have all exceeded my expectations."
When those words were spoken, the deputy director of the arts and literature department turned his head and glanced at Hong Bing.
He had worked with Hong Bing for over a decade and rarely heard him use the phrase "exceeded expectations."
Most of the time, Hong Bing's evaluation was "okay," "no good," or "practice some more."
"Exceeding expectations" is one of the highest compliments he can give to a young singer.
Gao Huan bowed again: "Thank you, Teacher Hong."
Hong Bing waved his hand and didn't say anything more. He looked down at the form and continued to look at it, but the smile on his lips was noticed by everyone around him.
When Gao Huan came down from the stage, Yangyang Jin was already waiting in the wings, her face contorted with the expression of someone who wanted to scream but was holding it back.
"Huan-ge! That was so good! Your singing seems to have improved again~"
Gao Huan glanced at her: "Keep your voice down."
Yangyang Jin covered her mouth, but the light in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Li Bingbing and Li Xue also came over. Li Bingbing patted Gao Huan on the shoulder: "You sang well."
Li Xue didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, an expression that carried more weight than a hundred "very good"s.
"Let's go," Li Xue said. "The primary election is over, there are still a few rounds to go, but it shouldn't be a big problem."
Gao Huan nodded and followed them outside.
I ran into Lu Han again in the corridor.
Lu Han had just finished singing and came out, with his assistant following behind. When he saw Gao Huan, he paused for a moment.
Lu Han glanced at Gao Huan, nodded, and said in a light tone but with a sincere meaning: "You sang really well."
Just three words, nothing more.
Gao Huan nodded: "Thank you."
The two passed each other without saying another word.
Li Xue glanced at Gao Huan: "You've talked to Lu Han?"
"We chatted for a bit," Gao Huan said. "He asked me if the video of me playing basketball was real."
Li Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, but didn't ask any more questions.
Once in the car, Yangyang Jin sat in the passenger seat and glanced back at Gao Huan.
"Huan-ge, what do you think of Lu Han?"
Gao Huan leaned back in his seat and thought for a moment.
"Doesn't seem like a top star."
"What does that look like?"
Gao Huan's lips curled slightly: "Like a big boy who loves football."
The car drove out of the CCTV gate and merged into the evening traffic in Beijing.
Yangyang Jin glanced at the gray building in the rearview mirror, then at Gao Huan, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat.
She couldn't help but think to herself—Lu Han finds Gao Huan interesting, and Gao Huan finds Lu Han interesting.
Between these two people, who will be the first to realize that the other is no longer interested?
She didn't ask.
After following Gao Huan for more than two years, she learned one thing.
Some answers are best left to wait and see.
……
November 15, Beijing, Huairou.
The training camp for the "Brotherhood of Blades" crew at "Shadow Martial Arts Hall" has officially begun.
The indoor training hall is quite large and is divided into several areas.
Some people were practicing with knives, some were practicing boxing, and the weapon rack was full of prop swords and knives.
This place is usually used for training action actors in film and television dramas, and it is equipped with all kinds of professional equipment.
...Sang Lin took a prop knife, pulled another one from the weapon rack next to him, tossed it to him, and gestured with his chin toward the center of the training field:
"Go to the middle. Let me see what you've trained in. Start by showing me a set of basic punches to warm up."
Such training can elevate the professionalism of the characters, the realism of the scenes, and the immersion of the atmosphere to a whole new level.
When Gao Huan arrived, most of the people were already there.
On Monday, he stood at the edge of the field, wearing a dark gray tracksuit, holding a prop knife, and gesturing to the martial arts instructor.
He plays Ding Xiu, a character with superb martial arts skills and a complex personality. He doesn't have many scenes, but every scene he plays is important.
Seeing Gao Huan enter, Zhou Yiwei looked up and nodded at him.
"You're here?"
"You're here." Gao Huan walked over, extended his hand, and said, "Brother Yiwei, I've heard so much about you. I've heard your stories from Brother Songwen many times."
On Monday, she shook his hand, smiled, and looked very sincere.
"I've heard so much about you, but I've watched your performance in 'The Coffin in the Mountain' twice. You acted well."
"Thank you, Brother Yiwei."
On Monday, to loosen her grip, she looked him up and down and asked, "How's your physical condition? There are a lot of action scenes in this movie, and the intensity is quite high."
Gao Huan thought for a moment and said, "It's alright."
On Monday, I glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.
A hearty laugh came from the side.
"Hey, our male lead is here!"
Gao Huan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in his forties walking over. He was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, holding a prop sword in his hand, walking with a swagger, and his expression was somewhere between serious and playful.
Nie Yuan.
In this drama, he plays a highly skilled eunuch named Zhao Jingzhong, who is Shen Lian's greatest adversary.
In his previous life, Gao Huan didn't have a deep impression of Nie Yuan. He only knew that Nie Yuan was a veteran actor who had played many supporting roles, each of which was very memorable.
"Teacher Nie," Gao Huan greeted him.
Nie Yuan waved his hand: "Don't call me teacher, call me uncle. I'm not much younger than your Aunt Bing."
Gao Huan smiled and said, "Uncle Yuan."
"That's right." Nie Yuan patted him on the shoulder. "Young man, practice hard. Whether this play succeeds or not depends largely on you."
Gao Huan nodded.
Once everyone had arrived, the martial arts instructor began to arrange the training.
The martial arts instructor's surname was Sang, and his given name was Sang Lin. People in the industry called him Instructor Sang.
He was in his early forties, lean and wiry, but with clearly defined muscles in his arms, clearly a trained fighter.
He stood in the middle of the venue, hands on his hips, and scanned the people present.
"The action scenes in 'Brotherhood of Blades' can be summed up in four words: realistic and sharp."
"Don't try to scale walls or do fancy tricks. Every strike should have power, and every punch should have impact."
"You are not martial arts masters, you are imperial guards, you are wandering swordsmen, you are eunuchs."
Your playing style must be befit your status.
He paused, then looked at Gao Huan.
"Gao Huan, you're the main character, you have the most screen time and the most action scenes. Let me check your physical attributes first."
Gao Huan took off his coat and walked to the middle of the field.
He was wearing a black, tight-fitting sportswear outfit today, which clung to his body and accentuated the lines of his shoulders and chest.
The physique isn't the kind of bulky muscles deliberately built in the gym, but rather a lean and sculpted result from long-term intensive training and systematic adjustments. Every muscle looks meticulously sculpted, with smooth lines, harmonious proportions, and an understated yet powerful presence.
Zhou Yiwei glanced over from the side, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't expected Gao Huan to have such a good figure.
Nie Yuan glanced at him and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "This kid has some training."
Sang Lin didn't say anything, walked up to Gao Huan, looked him up and down, and then suddenly made a move.
He pushed Gao Huan's chest with a palm.
It wasn't fast, but it was quite powerful.
Gao Huan stepped back slightly, sidestepped, blocked with his right hand, and pushed Sang Lin's arm with his left hand, dissipating most of the force.
The movements were small, but very clean.
Sang Lin stopped, looked at Gao Huan, and his eyes lit up.
"Have you trained before?"
"I've trained," Gao Huan said. "I've trained in boxing and Muay Thai to some extent."
Sanglin nodded, then asked, "What about the weapons?"
"I've practiced with both swords and sabers, but I'm not an expert."
"Give it a try."
Sang Lin pulled a prop knife from the weapon rack next to him and threw it to Gao Huan.
Gao Huan caught it, held it in his hand, and weighed it in his hand.
The prop knife is lighter than a real knife, but it's well-balanced and doesn't feel too flimsy in your hand.
Sang Lin took one for himself and stood opposite Gao Huan.
"Come on, attack me."
Without hesitation, Gao Huan darted forward, his blade slashing upwards at a tricky angle and with incredible speed.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment.
This speed is not something an actor should be able to achieve.
Sang Lin reacted quickly, dodging to the side and parrying with the back of his blade. The two blades collided, producing a crisp metallic sound.
Gao Huan didn't stop. He immediately followed with a horizontal slash, then a diagonal cut, the three strikes flowing smoothly together.
Sang Lin parried each attack, took two steps back, and then shouted, "Stop!"
Gao Huan sheathed his sword, stood still, breathing steadily, as if nothing had happened.
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Then I laughed on Monday.
"You call this 'having some training'?"
Gao Huan glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You really have some training."
"Come on."
Nie Yuan chimed in from the side, his tone tinged with admiration, "Your physical abilities are at the level of a top athlete. I wasn't as agile as you when I was young."
Sang Lin nodded, his expression changing from initial scrutiny to satisfaction.
"You have a good foundation, so action scenes won't be a problem."
But fight scenes in movies aren't just about brawling; they need to be rhythmic, aesthetically pleasing, and consistent with the characters' personalities.
Shen Lian is a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard; his fighting style isn't street brawling, but rather trained and efficient killing.
Gao Huan listened attentively and nodded.
Sanglin continued:
"For the next two weeks, you will practice physical fitness every morning and routines every afternoon."
"Gao Huan, you have the most scenes, so you'll have an extra hour of practice this afternoon."
"it is good."
Training has begun.
Sang Lin didn't hold back during the morning's physical training.
First came a five-kilometer run, followed by shuttle runs, frog jumps, push-ups, and sit-ups. After the whole set, most people were already panting heavily.
On Monday, he was supporting himself on his knees, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.
Nie Yuan wasn't much better off. Leaning against the wall, he wiped his face with a towel, muttering, "I'm getting old."
Gao Huan was also sweating, but his breathing was relatively steady, and there was no sign of pain on his face.
It's not because he's not tired, but because his body has been strengthened by the system, giving him strong recovery and endurance.
On Monday, she looked at him with a complicated expression.
"You little rascal, are you a monster?"
Gao Huan smiled but didn't say anything.
In the afternoon's routine training, Sang Lin designed different routines for each of them.
Ding Xiu's movements on Monday were expansive and powerful, befitting his identity as a wandering martial artist.
Nie Yuan's Zhao Jingzhong is characterized by his cunning and ruthless movements, which are swift, accurate, and vicious, with each move aimed at vital points, befitting his image as a highly skilled eunuch.
Gao Huan's Shen Lian technique is somewhere in between, possessing both power and skill, neither too fast nor too slow, steady and methodical, with each strike carrying a sense of decisiveness.
Sang Lin designed a set of basic movements for Gao Huan to practice until he was proficient.
Gao Huan held the knife and practiced over and over again.
Practice the same movement ten times, twenty times, thirty times.
Sang Lin stood to the side, occasionally shouting, "Loosen your wrists a little more," "Make your steps bigger," "Use your waist when you turn."
Gao Huan did as instructed, patiently and tirelessly.
When he was practicing for the twentieth time, Zhou Yiwei walked over from the side, leaned against the weapon rack, and watched him practice.
Aren't you tired?
"I'm tired," Gao Huan said, "but I'm not familiar enough yet."
Zhou Yiwei looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "It would be an injustice if someone like you didn't become famous."
Gao Huan sheathed his sword and glanced at him: "Brother Yiwei, you too."
Zhou Yiwei paused for a moment, then laughed.
The smile was genuine, yet also bitter.
He wiped his knife and said, "I accept your good wishes."
However, when I first graduated, Songwen, Dachuan, and I worked together on several projects a year, but the people there wouldn't even give us a second glance. They would even point at us and call us dwarfs and sausage lips to our faces.
At that time, we thought we would never give up, and we would definitely prove ourselves in the future!
Although things have come to this point... well, thank you still for inviting me. I really like this role.
Gao Huan smiled and shook his head, "I really believe you can play this role well. By the way, it's been a long time since I've seen Brother Songwen. Let's have a meal together sometime."
Zhou Yiwei readily agreed, and the two then continued practicing their respective routines.
……
It was already dark at six o'clock in the evening.
After training, Gao Huan sat on a bench by the field.
Yangyang Jin came over and handed him a bottle of water and a towel.
"Brother Huan, your training volume today was several times higher than everyone else's. Aren't you tired?"
"It's alright." Gao Huan took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp. "I like exercising like this."
Yangyang Jin looked at him, hesitant to speak.
Gao Huan knew what she wanted to say, but he didn't explain.
The movie "Brotherhood of Blades" had a good reputation in its previous life, but its box office performance was only average, mainly due to poor marketing and distribution, coupled with an unfavorable release date.
But he doesn't want to rely solely on word of mouth.
He wants both critical and commercial success.
To achieve this goal, he must do his best in every aspect.
Action scenes are one of the most important elements.
Gao Huan put on his coat and picked up his phone.
There are several unread messages on WeChat.
Naza posted a selfie with the caption, "Filming a night scene in Hengdian today, it's so cold, brother."
Chen Duling sent a picture of the sea view in Xiamen, with the caption "The weather is so nice today, the sea next to the school is especially blue."
Meng Ziyi sent him a voice message, but he didn't open it.
Lu Han also posted a message this morning: "I'm meeting some friends to play football at the Olympic Sports Center tomorrow afternoon. Are you coming?"
Gao Huan looked at Lu Han's message, thought for a moment, and typed a few words: "I'll definitely do it next time. I'm currently in intensive training."
Lu Han replied instantly: "What training camp?"
"The new movie features action scenes, and I'm practicing swordsmanship in Huairou."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, then a voice message came through.
Gao Huan clicked on the link, and Lu Han's voice, tinged with amusement and pure curiosity, asked, "Practicing swordsmanship? Would it be convenient for me to come and watch?"
Gao Huan was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect Lu Han to say that.
He thought for a moment and replied, "It's convenient, but far away, in Huairou."
"It's okay, I have a car."
Gao Huan looked at those four words and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Lock the screen and put the phone in your pocket.
Yangyang Jin leaned closer: "Brother Huan, who is it?"
"Lu Han"
Yangyang Jin's eyes widened: "What's he doing here?"
"Come watch me practice my sword."
Gao Huan stood up and dusted off his pants.
Yangyang Jin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Gao Huan's expression, she swallowed her words.
But deep down, he felt that Lu Han probably had some serious illness. He knew Gao Huan was just a womanizer.
As for Lu Han? She truly didn't understand...