The remake went smoothly.

In the heavy rain, the uncle played by Kim Jong-ming stood in the trunk of the car, staring straight at the emptied internal organs, corneas, etc., Xiaomi's mother who could sell everything for money.

There was no need to perform at all. His limbs were shaking and his legs were weak. Kim Jong-ming was just trying his best to stand up. The pupils of his eyes were even more enlarged to the point where his acting skills could not be supported. At this time, he only needed to maintain a look of loss and shock. To some extent, even the expression of loss was not needed to disguise, because he was indeed a little dazed.

The actors who played the police rushed over and pushed the uncle to the ground. It was that simple.

But in fact, as Kim Jong-ming said, some things in this state are not something he could do with the previous performance, and some mysterious effects are completely a state that makes people feel dazed.

For example, the moment when the uncle kneels on the ground, it is better to say that he is kneeling down by himself than being pushed down by the police, but he is being pushed down by the police. The strange feeling here can only be grasped by the actors themselves - Kim Jong-ming successfully achieved this step by being shaken by the protective net on the basketball court.

But then again, if you don’t fight for this kind of thing, I’m afraid no one will blame you. Even if you fight, 90% of people will not notice it.

But what? So, a real good movie is made up by these good things that are made up in a few seconds, and there are more places to concentrate on such good places, which is called. And if there are more of this kind of thing, someone will notice it. As for whether they are audiences, film critics, or media, it doesn't matter. The only difference is that the audience thinks they will tell their friends and family members but cannot say a lot of nonsense. The critics and media will turn around and explain it to the audience who don't understand it. No matter what, once they discover these highlights, they will recognize the movie or the actor, and the box office and reputation of the movie will also increase!

This is called a good movie!

This is called a good actor!

What's the price? It's very simple. After Kim Jong-ming finished filming this scene, he was directly mounted by these extras who played policemen onto the massage table in the gymnasium next to him, and then the doctors in the crew came to check him immediately.

"Do a simple vision test." The doctor took out several large cards with dense numbers written on them. "You read out the numbers I pointed out, do you know?"

It was just a concussion test, but fortunately, Kim Jong-ming was really not a big deal. It was just that the few shots of the protective net made it so hard that it was so irritated that it was so dizzy that it was so bad that it was not a problem with the head itself.

Then Kim Jong-ming took off his clothes by the staff, and then began to cover the blanket for massage. The mesh marks on his back were shocking. Even in this state, Kim Jong-ming fell asleep in a drowsy way, or it was not bad to go away.

And when I wake up again, I don’t know the years in the mountains.

"Maomao..." Kim Jong-ming was obviously stunned. "Aren't I in the stadium? It's time."

"You are still in the stadium now." Sika replied with red eyes. "You haven't slept for too long. It's only been around at noon now, and you're packing your things outside..."

"Are you here to see me?" Kim Jong-ming, who was lying there, felt one of his arms being kneaded by a masseur. It seemed that he hadn't slept for too long. "I was scared just now?"

"Wood." Sika, who was squatting on the ground, moved a small step towards Jin Zhongming, and lay down on the professional massage bed in the sports hall like a kitten. "I never thought it was so scary to make a movie. I felt when you were thrown down from the roof just now..."

"What do you think?" Jin Zhongming wanted to raise his hand and touch the other person's head to comfort him, but then he realized that the shoulder position of the arm here still felt sore as soon as he lifted it up, so he had to put it down without saying a word. "Don't you think it's natural when you saw the news of my movies before? There are also buildings dozens of meters high flying over "The Fraud"..."

"I saw it different with my own eyes." Sika probably had some thoughts about her previous performances, so she said something a little...somewhat like acting cute, and she was really strange. "Wood, you scared me this time!"

"It just looks scary, not that serious..." Jin Zhongming laughed dryly and quickly comforted the other party. "The one with steel wire on his body is actually just a five-story bungee jump. Where does the real danger come from? Don't talk to your family if you go back..."

“…”

“…”

...

Just as Kim Jong-ming and Sika were chatting in a massage room inside, the other eight people in Girls' Generation were a little at a loss in an indoor table tennis hall outside.

"Sika is only allowed to go in alone." Taeyeon stared at the massage room not far away, which was not closed. She originally thought that she had to take off her clothes for massage, but she felt that the occasion was wrong, so she had to change the topic. "Do we still need to distribute drinks at this time?"

"What are you going to do?" Xiaoyuan replied without hesitation. "When the people flew down just now, I thought he was really dead, so I even rang the Internet a few times... I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing again."

"I asked the person just now." Yuri said listlessly, looking down at the wet floor. "There is nothing to do when she really flew down. The problem is that 'I bounced a few times on the Internet', but fortunately there was no concussion... I'm a little confused. What was he looking for? Is this movie so worth fighting for?"

"Maybe it's the pressure of competition?" Xiuying held Pani, who had been trembling and not daring to speak. The child was stunned since he saw a person flying off his head. "Don't it mean that Korean actors will completely distinguish between the top of his head this year? Aside from the three troops, aren't the rest of the people fighting desperately? It is said that when Senior Ha Zhengyu was filming in Liao Province, China, he was crushed to the studio by heavy snow. He was buried in the snow pile. He dug out and was stunned for two or three hours, and then continued to shoot. Senior Zheng Jae-yong said that a makeup would take three hours, and then take another three hours to remove it..."

"I think it's acceptable." Xu Xian held his matcha cake and spoke seriously. "I think he is amazing..."

"Why don't you go in and say this to him directly?" Sunny suddenly spoke, and his tone was not good. "You can say this to praise him directly, but now everyone is sitting here because they are worried about him, and no one wants to hear such words!"

Everyone either lowered their heads or looked around, no one helped me say a few words of defense, and even Yoona, who had the best relationship with her, was staring at the ceiling and wondering what she was thinking.

Xu Xian bit his lip, obviously feeling a little aggrieved, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

"I'll go see him." Sunny stood up and walked in there with anger.

Perhaps because Kim Jong-ming woke up and the massage had ended, the crew did not stop her this time, and sunny came directly to Kim Jong-ming's bed.

"Yo, sunny." Kim Jong-ming turned around with Sika's finger and saw the angry sunny. "Thank you for visiting the set...Maomao will wash her face!"

Sika shook her head.

"Why?" Sunny also squatted to the head of the bed by imitating Sika, but unlike Sika's tone that seemed dependent, her tone was a little annoyed. "The best director is over and the grand prize is next. Don't you just want to make a big bell actor and a grand slam? Are you afraid that you will really get a concussion and then the movie will stop?"

"Believe in science." Kim Jong-ming did not deny his desire and ambition for this year's Big Bell actor. "I have good physical fitness, although I can't compare to professional stunt actors, but I think the danger of falling down is basically a small probability event. Even if I really have a concussion, it should be just a slight type. I will just go back for ten days and half a month. In fact, due to the hairstyle in the movie, this scene can no longer be delayed. I have discussed it with the director for a long time..."

"You don't need to explain to me..." Sunny stood up angrily. "I'm not someone you are!"

"Then why are you running in anxiously?" Kim Jong-ming was amused.

Sunny sneered. I don’t know if she was really angry or a little embarrassed and angry. She picked up a piece of clothing next to her and was about to hit the other person’s back. However, as soon as she got started, she found that it was her pants with a belt, and she was reluctant to throw them down again, so she had to turn around and leave angrily again.

"Why are you teasing her?" Xika was a little angry. "She really cared about you, otherwise she wouldn't have lost her composure..."

"I dare not let her care." Jin Zhongming replied weakly. "Don't say you can't see it."

Sika was silent for it.

"Maomao..." Jin Zhongming thought for a moment. "Give you a task and ask Sister Xiaoya to help me get a clean clothes. It's in the box behind the nanny's car. I want to wear clothes and go out for a walk to make the crew feel at ease."

Xika wanted to speak but stopped, but after looking at Kim Jong-ming's face for a while, she still ran out obediently.

As soon as Sika left, Maine ran in, holding something like a cake in his hand.

"oppa." The first sentence of Manny was not to ask hello, but to complain and apologize. "I was scolded by my sisters just now... I said you were amazing just now, but Sunny Ou Ni thought I didn't know how to care about you. After she came in, others continued to scold me... I wasn't actually..."
Chapter completed!