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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 does not have an anti-theft chain, so it opens just 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 struck by it, 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 both hands and striking down.

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

There are no moves, it's as embarrassing as a street fight.

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

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

The chopsticks inserted into the half box of rice fell down with a bang——

……

"Stuck!"

Qin Jue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he closed his eyes hard, but his breathing was still violent.

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 conveyed it in real time.

Xu Ying, a 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, and 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 apply 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 again.

Roaring and moaning.

Mo Sen's strength is much smaller than that of Cao Hao, so the voltage of her current network cannot be changed. However, under this situation, she has to exert all her strength and respond to Cao Hao's temporary attack with an explosive burst.
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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 camera positions changed.

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, and the prop shovel did not move at all in front of her palms and arms.

"Okay."

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 hurriedly responded, carefully pressing back onto Qin Jue's body, reaching out his hand to hold the shovel.

The filming started again. The flesh on Gao Mulong's face twitched, and he made a painful sound "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", covering his wound and falling 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 center, 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

Chu Chu’s back is out of focus, blurry and 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 with a sudden force!

"Stuck!"

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.
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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 pains, which even affected her consciousness.

"I'm 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, was it the radio microphone on the ceiling? The shovel hit it?

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.

"Okay!"

The filming pace was intense and the content of the filming was also very intense. The crew 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 light bulbs? 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 at night.

No one noticed Qin Jue's abnormality. She was too strong. She was 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..."

"Stuck!"

Qin Jue was confused, what's wrong? 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 his story when he saw Qin Jue staring at Gao Mulong who was kneeling on the ground, his facial muscles tense and stiff, like a living corpse.

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

"Hurry up and finish the photo."

Qin Jueyu said very quickly that her nerves were almost stretched to the limit, and 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 you are in a state of overdraft, the best way is to use this energy to finish the photo perfectly.

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

"Okay."

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 over and over again in her mind. Tang Ting quickly followed He Xu's instructions and adjusted the position of the camera, allowing Qin Jue to smash the shovel on the ground next to Gao Mulong's head, but from a suitable angle.

Looking at it, it's like a precise hit on Gao Mulong's neck.

It took nearly ten minutes to change the seat.

The severe pain all over his body made Qin Jue maintain a strange sense of consciousness despite his overdraft, as if his soul and life were burning violently.
Chapter completed!