The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 255 Beginner
Matt, refusing to stand.

It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing, mixed with emotions such as annoyance, depression, absurdity, shame, etc., but the most important thing is that I am speechless, and my head is full of questions that cannot be answered.

boom! Bang bang bang!
Matt punched the ground hard several times.

Take a deep breath, and take another deep breath. From that rapid breath, you can feel the humiliating confusion and embarrassment so deeply that the bystanders can't help laughing.

But just as the smile crept onto his lips, Matt stood up in a flash, turned around and came to Anson. His menacing and ferocious look looked like he was about to eat someone. He glared at Anson fiercely, creating a tense atmosphere. He was tense for a moment, but smiled the next second.

"How on earth did you do that?"

If you don’t understand, just ask.

Anson laughed dumbly.

Matt was immersed in his own thoughts, with countless questions waiting for answers. He continued before Anson could speak, "Wait, you haven't just been here for a while. Have you been studying here for a year? No, two years." ?Can we reach this level in two years? Or longer?"

"Five years? Ten years?"

"No, no, no, ten years is impossible. How old are you? Ten years is too ridiculous. So, two years? Three years?"

The first half was aggressive, but the second half fell into a state of mumbling to himself. The confusion in his eyes, expressions and words could not be hidden at all. He looked like a mathematician who was trying to crack Goldbach's conjecture. , more serious than scientists.

Previously, Anson read an interview. Matt said that most of the action scenes in "The Bourne Supremacy" were performed by himself. For this, he received professional training for more than six months. Anson knew every word. Do not believe--

publicity. It's all just propaganda.

Anson himself is from the journalism department and has also been on the crew. He knows that all this is just for publicity, just like Natalie Portman said that she did not use a double in the dance scene in "Black Swan" .

All lies.

Anyway, in Hollywood, stand-ins are a group of people who are always ignored. In the face of the interests of box office and awards, all the credit of stand-ins can be recorded on the actors, and everything is for the greater blueprint.

It's not that Natalie didn't train for the role, or that she wasn't working hard enough or working hard enough. Anson believed that she must have trained, but a professional skill like ballet doesn't require five or ten years of training, even if it happens once in ten years. Geniuses cannot show their top skills, and training in just six months and one year can only allow actors to perform in a showy way.

But it doesn't matter, this is filming a movie anyway, and there is no shame in using the help of professional actors.

However, it would be unkind to deny the value of stuntmen.

It's one thing to train hard; it's another thing to believe in the professionalism of a stuntman. The two cannot and should not conflict.

Including Anson himself is no exception.

For this filming of "Spider-Man", training is training. He will try his best to improve himself and prepare for difficult shooting, but he will not refuse the help of professionals. Some difficult scenes do require the professional skills of professionals. , to ensure the best results.

There is no need to deny it.

As for the film company's promotional reports, there is really no need to believe too much.

but now?
Looking at Matt who looked like a mad scientist in front of him, his eyes were full of curiosity, high interest and high morale. He was not only excited, but also focused, showing a touch of research spirit.

Anson's idea was slightly shaken. Perhaps, Matt did complete a lot of action scenes himself, just like Jackie Cheng and Tom Cruise.

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

Anson shook his head gently, "No, I'm not a professional. I just had basic skills."

Matt was immediately stunned, "Basic skills? Do you call those tricks just basic skills?"

Suddenly, Matt turned to look at Nick, making it clear that he didn't believe what Anson said.

Nick still had an FBI face and nodded, "Those are indeed basic skills." Matt took a breath, "But his performance just now is definitely not that of a beginner, Matt, there is no need to care too much, he is just being modest."

Matt turned to look at Anson, who had a harmless smile on his face, and finally understood:

He was actually deceived by Anson's skin!
But then he thought about it, he himself was the same, trying to fool others with his stereotyped appearance, but the result was that the liar met the con man, and he was willing to lose. "Well, I deserve it."

"I thought you might despise me and I could easily win; but the truth is exactly the opposite. I actually despised you and ended up making a joke here."

Matt touched his nose depressedly, and made a grimace. It was clear that he had just fallen and hit his body, but he acted as if he was punched in the face by Anson.

Anson waved his hands repeatedly, "If you despise me, please despise me as soon as possible. I am really just a beginner. I have only been here for two months, and I am still a rookie."

Matt blinked, "Two months?"

Anson, "Two months."

Nick looked at Zhang Sheng, "Two months?"

Zhang Sheng almost rolled his eyes, but he still controlled himself and smiled, "Two months."

Matt:…

Nick:…

The air was silent and silent.

Then, Matt finally came to his senses, "I want to sign up. Now. Right away. Immediately. What do you need me to do? Anything, I have no problem."

Anson's voice came calmly, "The first lesson when entering society is not to sign a contract casually, otherwise when you come to your senses, you will be cleaning the toilet."

Nick: The corner of his mouth twitches.

Zhang Sheng had a hard time holding back his laughter, but he still controlled himself and looked at Matt.

"We are a martial arts school. We switch classes on and off and recruit disciples. Naturally, it is not that exaggerated."

"If you want to sign up, it's not difficult. Come here every day and do it for more than thirty minutes each time for a whole week. You'll be considered a passer."

"It's not difficult, really, it's not difficult at all."

After saying that, Zhang Sheng did not stay any longer, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and staggered out of the room like a veteran cadre.

As soon as the figure turned around, the thin bamboo pole completed the switch, English was switched to Chinese, the inscrutable mask was also removed, and he started mumbling.

"That flower stand is really useless. It will fall apart when a gust of wind blows."

"Do they think this is some kind of tourist attraction? Come here, change into training clothes, take a photo to show off to your friends, and then leave in a hurry. It's all because of the Taekwondo gym next door, which collected a bunch of vases just to join in the fun. I really don't know what's going on in their minds. What are you thinking, there are no other options for Halloween?”

"Ah, Wu Xi, it's my turn, you just..."

With the sound of the door closing, all subsequent sounds were cut off, and the echoes in the stairwell calmed down again.

but.

To Matt and Nick, there was no difference and they couldn't understand it anyway.

Until the sound disappeared, Matt turned to look at Anson, "Is that so? Is it really that simple? Just walk on horseback every day?"

As he spoke, Matt started gesticulating——

That movement was not standard at all, it didn't even look like a deep squat.

Anson glanced at Matt, a smile fell in his eyes, and he nodded slightly in affirmation, "Indeed, thirty minutes a day for a week, that's enough."

"Haha." Matt's laughter was particularly hearty. "Simple, it couldn't be simpler. From now on, Nick, can you time me?"

(End of this chapter)