novelraw Chapter 103 Training
Chapter 103 Training
The girl bit her lip, looked at the photo in her hand, then at the calm-looking young director in front of her, and then looked around the simple factory space.
"I……"
She took a deep breath.
I want to give it a try.
"No rush to make a decision."
Li Jun said.
"Spend two days in Hong Kong, take a look around, and think things through."
Go back and discuss it with your family and teachers.
If you still want to come, the first phase of physical training for the actors will begin here in three days.
You can participate as an observer, get a feel for it, and leave at any time if you feel it's not suitable.
He gave her a way out.
Liu Shi nodded forcefully.
After seeing Liu Shishi off, Li Jun returned to the factory.
As dusk approached, the workers gradually finished their work.
He stood alone in the center of the factory, looking at the training grounds that were beginning to take shape.
Lin Jiadong agreed, and Liu Shishi was tempted.
Although Hu Ge, Deng Chao, and Sun Li refused, the seeds had already been sown.
Contact with behind-the-scenes talent is also taking place quietly.
The phone rang.
It's Nicholas Tse.
Li Jun answered the call but didn't speak first.
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Xie Tingfeng's voice came through, less distant than when they last met, but more hoarse from exhaustion:
"Director Li, I've finished reading the script."
"Hmm," Li Jun responded, waiting for the rest of the text.
"My agent disagrees."
Nicholas Tse said it directly.
"He thinks that it's a waste of my time for me to take on such high-risk, long-term projects that require upfront training."
He thought I should strike while the iron was hot and take on more commercial films to solidify my popularity.
Li Jun remained silent.
He knew that the fact that Nicholas Tse made this call meant there was still a chance for things to turn around.
Sure enough, Nicholas Tse paused for a moment, then continued:
"But I showed the biography to a senior figure in the industry whom I greatly respected. After reading it, he only said one sentence to me."
"What did you say?"
"This role allows you to completely say goodbye to the past."
But you need to think carefully: saying goodbye to the past might mean not being as successful as you are now for a long time.
Li Jun held the phone and could hear Xie Tingfeng's slightly heavier breathing coming through the receiver.
What do you think?
Li Jun asked.
Another silence.
Then, Nicholas Tse's voice came, clear and resolute:
"I've got the glamour, now I want something else. When does training start?"
When Li Jun closed his eyes and opened them again, the first lights of Victoria Harbour outside the window were reflected in his eyes, shining brightly.
Three days later.
He said.
"Seventh floor of an old factory building in Kwun Tong Industrial Area. Eight o'clock in the morning."
"it is good."
Nicholas Tse answered crisply and decisively.
The phone hangs up.
Li Jun stood still for a long time.
The last rays of the setting sun shone through the huge windows, bathing the entire empty factory in a warm orange-red hue.
The first true "general" has taken office.
The three days felt unusually long in the sticky, humid air of early summer in Hong Kong.
The renovation of the seventh floor of the factory building is in its final stages.
The floor mats were laid out, their matte maple color gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the huge north window.
The tables and chairs in the central area were neatly arranged, with a bottle of mineral water and a blank notebook on each table.
The small rooms partitioned off on the west side have simple signs hanging on them: "Director's Room," "Dressing Room," and "Equipment Room."
The wooden platform in the southeast corner had its edges carefully sanded, and the surface still retained the smell of fresh wood shavings.
Li Jun stood at the edge of the platform, conducting a final inspection of everything.
The smell of paint had not completely dissipated, mixed with the aroma of wood.
The cleaning staff that Chen Yongren had hired were doing the final cleaning, and the buzzing of the vacuum cleaners echoed in the empty factory.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Li Jun pulled out a text message from Yuan Tao in Beijing:
"The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms in Hong Kong today. On the first day of training, God is already providing background music."
It was followed by a meaningful emoticon.
Li Jun walked to the window and looked up at the sky.
In the early morning, the clouds hung low, and the clouds slowly piled up in the sky, so thick that you could wring water out of the air.
It definitely looks like it's going to rain.
He replied:
"Wash away the bad luck."
At 7:40, the first car stopped downstairs at the factory building.
It wasn't Nicholas Tse who got out of the car, but Lin Jiadong.
He was wearing ordinary sportswear, carrying an old-fashioned backpack, and holding a thermos in his hand.
He was somewhat surprised to see Li Jun standing at the entrance of the building smoking, so he quickened his pace and walked over.
"Good morning, Director Li."
Lin Jiadong's Mandarin still had a strong Cantonese accent, but it sounded more natural than when they were at the tea restaurant last time.
"morning."
Li Jun stubbed out his cigarette.
"You're here quite early."
"I'm used to it. Filming at TVB often involves waiting, so it's better to arrive early."
Lin Jiadong smiled憨厚ly and looked up at the gloomy sky.
"Look at the sky, it's going to rain."
"Let it fall."
Li Jun led him inside.
"The training venue is indoors, so it won't be affected."
The two of them took the creaking old freight elevator up to the seventh floor.
As the elevator doors opened, Lin Jiadong paused for a moment upon seeing the training ground, which was now largely complete, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He slowly walked in, his fingers gently brushing over the brand-new tables and chairs, his gaze lingering on the wooden platform for a long time.
"This really doesn't look like a film set."
Lin Jiadong spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself.
"That's not true to begin with."
Li Jun said.
"This is where we're preparing to film a movie. The difference is huge."
Lin Jiadong nodded without saying anything more. He found a seat near the front, took out the script from his backpack—the few pages of character biographies and scene excerpts that Li Jun had given him—the pages were already a bit curled at the edges.
He unscrewed the thermos, slowly sipped the tea inside, and began to silently recite his lines.
At 7:50, the second car arrived.
This time, it was Liu Shishi who came down.
She was still wearing a simple white dress, but with a light blue thin knitted cardigan over it, and her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail.
Upon seeing Li Jun, she nervously pursed her lips and ran over in small steps.
Good morning, Director Li.
Her voice was soft.
"Good morning. Have you had breakfast?"
Li Jun asked.
"We ate at the hotel."
Liu Shishi nodded, her gaze curiously sweeping into the interior of the building.
"Has the others... arrived?"
"Mr. Lin has arrived."
Li Jun stepped aside to let her in.
"Upstairs."
Liu Shishi followed Li Jun into the elevator, feeling somewhat cramped in the small space.
As the elevator ascended, she whispered:
"Coach Li, I'm just observing today, I don't need to participate in training?"
"It's up to you."
Li Jun said.
"If you feel you can keep up, then keep up; if you can't, then just watch."
But remember, once you're in the line, there's no more observation. Everyone is treated equally.
Liu Shi nodded vigorously, her ponytail swaying gently with the movement.
When the elevator doors opened, Lin Jiadong had already stood up and nodded in greeting.
Liu Shishi returned the greeting somewhat reservedly and chose a seat a little further away from Lin Jiadong.
She took out the photo Li Jun had given her from her small bag, carefully placed it on the table, looked at herself in the photo, then looked around at the surroundings, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
The digital clock on the wall ticked to 7:55.
There were only three people in the factory.
Li Jun stood in front, Lin Jiadong was reading the script, and Liu Shishi was in a daze.
The vacuum cleaner had stopped, and the entire space fell into silence.
The sky outside the window grew even darker, with clouds almost pressing down on the rooftops, and distant rumbles of thunder could be heard.
Liu Shishi shifted uncomfortably, looking towards the entrance.
Lin Jiadong put down the thermos and looked up at the clock on the wall.
7:57.
The elevator was silent. There were no footsteps in the stairwell either.
Liu Shishi couldn't help but look at Li Jun.
Li Jun stood with his back to them in front of the huge north window, looking at the gray sky outside. His back was calm, so calm that it was almost indifferent.
7:59.
The thunder grew closer, as if it were exploding right overhead.
The lights in the factory suddenly flickered.
Just as the digital clock was about to jump to eight o'clock --
"Ding!"
The elevator arrival announcement rang out crisply.
The door slowly opened.
Nicholas Tse walked out from inside.
He was wearing an all-black training suit, the fabric of which was close-fitting yet elastic, outlining his lean and muscular physique.
His hair was shaved very short, almost flat against his scalp, revealing his clear facial features.
She wasn't wearing sunglasses, had no extra accessories, and wasn't even wearing any makeup.
With his face bare and a sharp, refreshing quality, he walked into the factory.
His appearance instantly changed the atmosphere of the entire space.
Lin Jiadong stood up instinctively.
Liu Shishi's eyes widened, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.
Xie Tingfeng's gaze swept around the factory, lingered on Li Jun's back for a second, and then fell on Lin Jiadong and Liu Shishi.
He nodded to Lam Ka-tung, clearly recognizing this familiar face from TVB.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes as he looked at Liu Shishi, but he quickly looked away without giving her any further scrutiny.
He didn't say anything, walked straight to the central area, chose a spot that wasn't too far forward or too far back, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
The movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation or delay.
The numbers on the digital clock on the wall jumped to eight o'clock at that moment.
Li Jun turned around.
His gaze first fell on Tse Ting-Fung, lingering for two seconds.
Then they moved on to Lin Jiadong, and finally to Liu Shishi.
Li Jun spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly audible in the quiet factory.
"At eight o'clock sharp, three people. More than I expected."
These words, spoken casually, caused all three people present to pause slightly in surprise.
Let me introduce myself.
Li Jun walked to the center of the field.
"My name is Li Jun, and I am the director of 'Bodyguards and Assassins'."
There were no formalities or small talk; they went straight to the point.
"Before we begin, there are a few things I need to clarify."
Li Jun's gaze slowly swept over the three of them.
"First of all, this is not a film set. There are no stars or supporting actors, only actors."
Secondly, the upcoming training will be divided into several stages:
Physical fitness, combat and weapons basics, performance workshops, script readings and character development.
There are assessments at each stage. Those who fail can continue, but subsequent resource allocation and screen time will be affected.
third."
He paused, then emphasized:
"This process is voluntary, but once you start, you can't just quit."
What I need are people who can stay with me until the end. If anyone wants to leave now, the door is over there; no need to see them off.
The factory was deathly silent.
Another round of thunder rolled in outside the window, and raindrops began to patter against the glass, quickly forming a curtain of rain.
The lights inside the factory stood out remarkably well amidst the sound of rain.
Nicholas Tse remained seated, his face expressionless.
Lin Jiadong's Adam's apple bobbed, but his gaze remained firm.
Liu Shishi bit her lower lip, her fingers twisting together, but when Li Jun looked over, she shook her head vigorously.
"it is good."
Li Jun nodded.
"Then, training shall begin now."
He walked to the wall and pressed a switch.
The projection screen on one side of the factory building slowly lowered. Li Jun operated his laptop, and a PowerPoint presentation appeared on the screen with a simple title:
"Bodyguards and Assassins - What kind of movie are we going to make?"
Li Jun used the simplest language and images to tell the historical background of Hong Kong in 1905, and how a group of ordinary people were caught up in a life-or-death escort mission in that chaotic world.
"This movie is not meant to glorify heroes."
Li Jun's voice sounded particularly clear amidst the rain: "It's about showing how, in dire straits, people gradually peel away their outer shell to reveal their truest core."
He switched the screen, and several old black-and-white photos of Hong Kong appeared:
Narrow streets, dockworkers, and all sorts of people in teahouses.
"You are not portraying symbols, but people. Specific people struggling to survive in that particular era."
Therefore, physical training is not for show; it's to make your body remember that kind of tiredness, that kind of fatigue and tension under the pressure of survival.
Martial arts training isn't about showing off; it's about helping you understand the texture of violence. Performance workshops are designed to break down your existing performance habits and rebuild a more precise, internalized methodology.
Nicholas Tse listened intently, his fingers unconsciously tapping a rhythm on the table.
Lin Jiadong occasionally looked down and jotted something down in his script.
Liu Shishi was completely captivated by the old photos, her eyes glued to them.
"This morning's content was very simple."
Li Jun turned off the projector.
"Physical fitness test. I need to know where you start."
He led the three to the training area, where a few simple pieces of equipment had already been laid out.
Jump rope, yoga mat, and several kettlebells of different weights.
"The first item is basic physical fitness data."
Li Jun was holding a record board.
Height, weight, body fat percentage, flexibility, and core strength.
Don't feel pressured; this is just a starting point, not a judgment.
He tested Lin Jiadong first.
The data is quite ordinary, even somewhat weak, especially regarding core strengths.
When Lin Jiadong was doing a plank, he started to tremble in less than a minute, but he gritted his teeth and held on until Li Jun told him to stop.
"That's fine."
Li Jun recorded the time.
"Knowing your weaknesses is a good thing."
It was Liu Shishi's turn.
She has excellent flexibility; after all, she comes from a dance background, and she can easily perform some stretching movements that are difficult for ordinary people.
However, his strength and endurance were clearly insufficient, and he couldn't even do one pull-up.
"It's okay."
Seeing her somewhat dejected, Li Jun calmly said...
"Dance is another form of body language; you have your strengths. Strength can be developed."
Finally, there's Nicholas Tse.
He took off his jacket, revealing a black, tight-fitting training vest underneath.
His exposed arms were well-defined, without exaggerated muscle mass, but every inch exuded a strong and capable strength.
Test begins.
He held a plank for over five minutes with ease, his breathing steady.
Do 15 pull-ups in a row, using the standard technique.
The kettlebell swings with the heaviest weight chosen, the movement precise and explosive.
Throughout the entire process, he remained expressionless, neither showing off nor straining, as if he were simply accomplishing something perfectly ordinary.
Only the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and the slight rise and fall of his chest with his breathing revealed that this was not an easy task.
Li Jun recorded the data and glanced up at Xie Tingfeng.
Nicholas Tse happened to be looking at him as well, and their eyes briefly met in the air.
"The second item is aerobic endurance."
Li Jun pointed to one side of the factory building.
"Do you see that track marked with tape?"
One lap is about 100 meters. Twenty minutes, run as fast as you can.
I don't care about the number of laps; I want to see your performance throughout the exercise.
The rain was still falling, tapping against the window.
The three people stood in front of the starting line.
"start."
Lin Jiadong rushed forward a bit too fast at first, but he quickly slowed down and his breathing became heavy.
Liu Shishi maintained a steady jogging pace, her steps light, but her face gradually turned pale.
Nicholas Tse was running in the lead, at a moderate pace.
Li Jun stood on the sidelines, observing silently.
He was not only looking at their physical abilities, but also at their willpower in a state of exhaustion.
Lin Jiadong's unwavering perseverance, Liu Shishi's silent endurance, Xie Tingfeng's almost cold self-control...
These are all materials that can be explored and utilized when shaping characters in the future.
At the fifteen-minute mark, Liu Shishi's speed noticeably slowed down, and her steps began to falter.
But she didn't stop; she just kept going with even smaller steps.
Lin Jiadong was drenched in sweat, his sportswear soaked and clinging to his body, but he didn't walk. He kept running, even though it was slower than walking.
Nicholas Tse maintained his rhythm, only his breathing became slightly heavier, and sweat dripped down his neck, staining his black vest with dark watermarks.
Arriving in twenty minutes.
"stop."
The three people stopped almost simultaneously.
Liu Shishi bent over, supporting herself on her knees, and gasped for breath.
Lin Jiadong leaned against the wall, closing his eyes to calm his breathing.
Nicholas Tse walked slowly, adjusting his breathing rhythm and stretching his leg muscles at the same time.
Li Jun recorded everyone's final condition, then walked to the center of the field.
"This concludes the morning training session."
He said.
"At 2 PM sharp, we will begin the basic introduction to combat sports."
Now, go take a shower, then come to the meeting room and we'll talk about how you felt just now.
He paused, then added:
"Remember, here, feeling and thinking are just as important as physical training."
The three people left the training area one after another.
Nicholas Tse walked at the back, and stopped as he passed Li Jun.
"Director Li."
He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the exertion.
"Who is the combat coach this afternoon?"
You'll find out this afternoon.
Li Jun did not answer directly.
"But I can tell you, it's not just for show."
Nicholas Tse nodded, asked no further questions, and turned to leave.
Li Jun was left alone in the empty training ground.
The rain outside the window had lessened a bit, but the sky remained overcast.
He walked to the huge north window and looked out at the industrial area washed by the rain.
The first step has been taken.
Although there are only three people, Nicholas Tse's addition has already given the training program a significant boost.
The next step is to make this small spark burn brighter and attract more people to come closer.
My phone vibrated. It was a text message from Tang Yan:
"Has training started? Is it going well?"
Looking at this brief message, Li Jun felt a pang of tenderness in his heart.
He replied, "It's started, three people. Quieter than I expected."
Tang Yan quickly replied:
"Quiet is a good thing. People tend to talk more when they're nervous. Keep it up."
These two simple sentences accurately captured Li Jun's feelings.
He put away his phone and turned his gaze back to the window.
Meanwhile, downstairs at the factory building, a black van stood silently in the rain.
The car window slowly rolled down halfway, revealing a face wearing sunglasses.
It's Fan Bingbing.
She didn't get out of the car; she just looked up at the seventh floor of the old industrial building through the car window.
Rainwater streamed down the car window, blurring her vision, but her gaze seemed to penetrate the rain and walls, allowing her to see what was inside.
"Is this the place?"
She asked the assistant in the driver's seat in a low voice.
"Yes, Sister Bing. Chen Yongren found out the address, and Li Jun rented this place as a training ground," the assistant replied respectfully.
Fan Bingbing remained silent for a moment, then a cryptic smile appeared on her lips.
"Is Nicholas Tse really here?"
"Confirmed, they arrived promptly at 8:00 AM. Also there was TVB's Lam Ka-tung and a dance academy student from mainland China named Lau Sze-sze."
"The lineup is quite unique."
Fan Bingbing took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of exquisite eyes, her gaze sparkling with a complex light.
"Has Mr. Wang found out?"
"They probably don't know yet. Our people just confirmed it themselves."
"Don't tell him yet."
Fan Bingbing put her sunglasses back on.
"Let's drive."
The car slowly drove away and disappeared into the rain.
In the conference room on the seventh floor, Li Jun and three actors who had just finished washing up sat around the table.
The atmosphere was somewhat reserved.
Lin Jiadong and Liu Shishi were clearly not used to sitting at the same table with a star of Xie Tingfeng's caliber, especially in such an equal position.
Nicholas Tse remained quiet, holding a notebook and pen, seemingly preparing to take notes.
"Relax."
Li Jun spoke.
"There are no cameras, no media here, only us."
Tell me about your feelings this morning, anything is fine. Mr. Lin, you go first.
Lin Jiadong paused for a moment, then sat up straight, thought for a moment, and said in somewhat broken Mandarin:
"Tired...more tired than when I was filming. But, but it seems a little different."
The exhaustion from filming comes from waiting and repetitive tasks. But the exhaustion here comes from knowing why you're exhausted.
It's a very simple feeling, but very real.
Li Jun nodded, signaling him to continue.
"besides……"
Lin Jiadong hesitated for a moment.
"When I was running the last part, I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just thinking that I couldn't stop."
It feels like going back to my old days in training camp. Back then, I didn't think about anything, I just trained.
"This is a good state."
Li Jun turned to Liu Shishi.
"And you?"
Liu Shishi's face was still a little red, it was hard to tell if it was from exercise or nervousness:
"When I'm running, I think of the era you mentioned, Director Li."
I wondered, if I really lived in that time, would I have to run like this every day?
"Not for training, but for survival?"
This is a naive question, but it touches on something fundamental.
"It's not necessarily about surviving."
Li Jun answered seriously.
"The body has memory. With our current training, the body will naturally present a certain state, without needing to deliberately act tired."
Liu Shishi nodded as if she understood but not quite.
Xie Tingfeng remained silent. Li Jun looked at him:
How does Mr. Xie feel?
Tse Ting-feng put down his pen and looked up.
His eyes were calm.
"I'm thinking about a question."
He said.
"Director Li, the training you designed—physical fitness, combat training…"
All of this is to allow us to experience the physical sensations of that era.
But there's a problem: what we experience is an imagined physical sensation. We haven't actually gone hungry, nor have we truly experienced a life-or-death escape.
There is an insurmountable gap between this experience and real-life experiences.
How can you guarantee that what you've trained won't just be another form of performance?
The question is sharp and gets straight to the heart of the matter.
Lin Jiadong and Liu Shishi both looked at Li Jun.
Li Jun did not answer immediately.
He paused for a few seconds, then slowly said:
"You're right, there is a gap. We can never truly experience the pain and fear of people from another era. But..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three of them:
"The essence of acting is not to become someone else, but to believe that you are that person."
The purpose of the training is not to have you actually experience hunger and escape, but to provide you with enough material.
"When your muscles ache from continuous training, you at least know what fatigue feels like in your body."
When you get knocked down and get back up during combat training, you at least experience the physical reactions of pain and struggle.
These experiences, though varying in degree, are no different from real-life experiences.
"More importantly—"
Li Jun's voice became more forceful.
"What I want is for you to act out pain and fear."
What I want is for you to truly draw upon the physical and emotional memories you've accumulated through training in front of the camera, and then let the characters use them.
The meeting room fell silent, with only the sound of rain outside the window.
Xie Tingfeng looked at Li Jun, and the scrutiny in his eyes was gradually replaced by contemplation.
After a long silence, he nodded:
"I understand. Let's continue training."
After a short lunch break, the combat training started promptly at 2 PM.
The coach was a man in his forties, surnamed Zheng, and everyone called him Master Zheng.
He was short, thin, dark-skinned, and had calloused hands.
He used to be a combat instructor for the Hong Kong Police Force. After retiring, he worked as an action director on some film crews, and was known for teaching practical and fierce fighting techniques.
"I'm not going to teach you any tricks today."
Master Zheng spoke, his voice hoarse, "I'll teach you three things: how to take a beating, how to fall to the ground, and how to get up."
A very straightforward opening.
"In movies, you might have to be heroes."
But in my class, you will first learn to be the target.
Master Zheng walked to the center of the field.
"Because in a real fight, no one can avoid getting hit."
Learning to take a beating is so that when you are attacked, you know how to protect yourself, how to minimize the damage, and how to retaliate after being attacked.
He gestured for Nicholas Tse to come forward.
"Come on, hit me."
Master Zheng said.
Nicholas Tse was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and threw a tentative punch.
Master Zheng neither blocked nor dodged, but instead took the punch with his chest, while simultaneously stepping back slightly to dissipate most of the force.
"See that?"
Master Zheng remained unfazed.
"Taking a hit isn't about brute force; there's a technique to it. You need to judge the opponent's strength and direction, use the appropriate position of your body to receive the hit, and coordinate your breathing and the relaxation and tension of your muscles to minimize the damage."
He had Nicholas Tse try it a few more times, and then began to teach him some basic protective postures and force-dissipating techniques.
Then he fell to the ground.
"In the movie, you might get thrown in a really cool way."
Master Zheng said.
"But in my class, you will learn how to fall without getting hurt."
He demonstrated various falling positions:
Forward lunge, side roll, backward fall.
Every movement emphasizes protecting vital points, dispersing impact, and utilizing inertia.
Lin Jiadong and Liu Shishi were dumbfounded.
They never imagined that there was so much to learn about wrestling.
When it was their turn to practice, the scene was somewhat chaotic.
Lin Jiadong's body was stiff, and each time he fell to the ground, it was like a wooden board hitting the ground with a loud thud.
Liu Shishi, out of fear, curled up into a ball, her movements completely distorted.
Master Zheng didn't yell at them; he just patiently corrected them again and again, explaining the key points in the simplest and most straightforward language.
"Relax, pour it down like a bag of rice."
"Don't use your hands to support yourself on the ground, use your arms and shoulders to roll."
"Turn your head back and look at your chest."
Nicholas Tse learned very quickly.
He has excellent body coordination and control, and after a few practice sessions, he was able to perform various falling movements quite accurately.
However, he has extremely high standards for himself. If he is not satisfied with a single movement, he will practice it repeatedly until Master Zheng nods in approval.
The training lasted for two hours.
By the end, all three of them were sore all over. Lin Jiadong's elbows and knees were rubbed raw, Liu Shishi's arms were trembling, and Xie Tingfeng's back was covered in sweat.
"To be continued tomorrow."
After saying those words, Master Zheng packed his things and left.
Li Jun walked up to the three people:
"How are you feeling?"
"More tiring than this morning."
Lin Jiadong spoke the truth, but with a smile on his face.
Liu Shishi whispered:
"I used to think that filming action scenes was just about posing, but I never imagined that I would actually have to learn so much."
Nicholas Tse wiped his sweat with a towel and didn't say anything.
That's all for today.
Li Jun said.
"Physical training will continue tomorrow morning, followed by combat sports in the afternoon."
At 7 PM, I will have a teacher present for the first session of the performance workshop.
The three left one after another.
When Xie Tingfeng reached the door, he turned back and glanced at Li Jun.
Nicholas Tse didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
Li Jun remained alone at the training ground, watching the rain gradually subside outside the window.
The first day of training went more smoothly than he had expected.
Three people, three different states, but all showed a serious attitude.
Especially Nicholas Tse, his level of dedication will be key to influencing the entire training atmosphere.
My phone vibrated again.
This time it's Zhang Liangying.
"Xiao Jun, I'm going to Beijing tomorrow. There's a music awards ceremony I need to attend."
Her voice sounded a little tired, but she tried to keep it light.
"How's it going on your end? I heard you've started training actors?"