Lucas and the Lost Dimension Chapter 6

There were about twenty NGs that day.

Although everyone acted as if it was nothing new, Logan Hunter actually started to become withdrawn.

He originally thought it was just a casual shoot and the crew didn't have as many people as he imagined. He didn't care what type of film the finished product would be.

But when all the resources of the entire crew were mobilized on him, all the staff members ran around for this scene over and over again, the cameraman was lying on the ground pushing the camera, and two white marks were left on his chest, abdomen and knees, and even the person holding the recording rod had been replaced twice, he really couldn't just be indifferent and not act seriously.

He even hated himself for not being able to meet Director Jiang's requirements despite his poor skills. Later, even the actress who played Grace Chen came down to share her experience with him, and the screenwriter came to shorten the line as much as possible - all because he had not done the most basic skills of memorizing the lines and understanding the character.

Logan Hunter clearly remembers the feeling of not having to do any NG in the end.

The sandbags had been tied to his legs for nearly three hours. He knew that Jiang Zhenxin was just to grind him down and bring out his emotions. His legs were really shaking and he had difficulty walking. He held on to the wall. He had memorized those few short lines by heart and didn't even look at the script board. He only paid attention to the camera, and the rest of the time he was immersed in his emotions.

"'The Immortal Becomes a Demon', one scene, one take, twenty-three times, begins!"

Grace Chen saw Wei Li moving with difficulty, and took a step back as if she was afraid to face her guilt. The other clan members took the opportunity to sneer at him:

"Wei Li, how dare you come out like this?"

"Why don't you just stay in your half-acre lotus pond? A waste like you, even if you are recycled, is only good enough to feed the stinky fish in your stagnant water!"

The clan members laughed loudly. Wei Li clenched his hands against the wall into fists, suppressing the panting and trembling in his voice due to the difficulty of walking, and growled forcefully:

"Shut up!"

He took a breath and slowly raised his head:

"Who do you think you are?"

For a moment, his eyes were as captivating as Medusa's, vicious, cold, and full of hatred.

The five fingers that were leaning against the wall turned into claws, as if he wanted to melt all his hatred into the distinct joints between his fingers. He straightened his back, determined not to expose his weakest state in front of this group of Sc*m, and took a step forward with his almost immobile legs.

This step is extremely powerful.

Even Grace Chen, who was supposed to be at the front, couldn't help but step back. She was stunned, but the director didn't call for a stop, and the supporting actors continued according to the lines:

"Wei Li, you can't even walk in this state. Apart from your father, the clan leader, what can you use to confront us?"

Wei Li raised his leg and took another step forward. It was obvious that he was almost using all his strength to support himself. His whole body was shaking slightly. He gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes were red, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey. The shaking was not entirely due to weakness, but also due to countless anger.

"No matter how useless I am..."

The sword flashed coldly and blood splattered.

"It's not your turn to bully me."

The clan member was suddenly injured, and seeing that Wei Li was about to draw his sword to finish him off, they were so scared that they forgot that Wei Li was just a useless man. They dragged the injured man and ran away after saying some harsh words. Only Grace Chen and Wei Li were left, one with a sad face and the other holding a sword.

Grace Chen said in a gentle voice:

"Why bother?"

Wei Li just looked at her with a creepy look and said nothing.

The air stagnated for a moment, and the man with a strong body suddenly fell down, still holding the sword tightly in his hand before he fainted.

"Click."

Xiaohu and Qi Yuan immediately ran to help him.

Jiang Zhenxin sat in front of the monitor and watched for a while, then walked over and said:

"Take down the sandbags, calm down, and then finish the scene of meeting your brother. Have a good rest tonight."

Logan Hunter's eyes were red and he said "hmm" in a muffled voice.

Seeing that he was deeply involved in the situation, Qi Yuan came over and persuaded him to go aside, unscrewed a bottle of water and gave it to him, while Xiaohu squatted down to help him remove the sandbag.

After removing the sandbags, Logan Hunter felt that his legs no longer felt like his own.

He looked like he had a leg problem during those days even without pretending. He spent every day with Qi Yuan working on the script. Jiang Zhenxin read the script every few days, and the screenwriters worked day and night to continue writing. Although the filming lasted only one month, the crew members were as close as brothers who could become sworn brothers at any time.

However, Qi Yuan reminded him not to get too emotionally involved. This is the atmosphere in the crew, but once everyone returns to normal life from this environment, what happened here will disappear like a dream.

Logan Hunter agreed with Qi Yuan's advice. He thought, in a few months, I won't be here anymore.

He had just finished shooting a night battle scene between martial arts sects that day. He was lowered from the wire and Xiaohu was supervising the makeup artist to touch up his makeup when the script supervisor came over and called him.

"Brother Mai, Director Jiang is calling you."

I don't know if his efforts paid off or what, but everyone's way of addressing him has gradually upgraded from Xiaomai, Maisang, etc. to Mai Ge and Sang Ge, and the way they look at him has also evolved from sympathy, contempt, and impatience to admiration, familiarity, and encouragement. The overall post-playing experience has skyrocketed.

Although Logan Hunter did not show it on the surface, he was actually very proud and happy in his heart.

Thinking that Jiang Zhenxin was going to explain the play to him, he unbuckled his seatbelt and headed over. However, the head of the lighting team, the big brother with a face full of flesh, suddenly came over with a smile and called out to him:

"wheat."

"Eh."

Logan Hunter responded, turned around and was stunned by a "bang".

Colorful, sparkling streamers came towards him, making him covered with sequins. Then, except for the cameraman who was carrying a camera and recording him, the other people in the crew surrounded him. Qi Yuan, who had disappeared before the night show, came over with Jiang Zhenxin, pushing a cake cart and singing birthday song.

Logan Hunter opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to react.

"What are you standing there for? If you don't make a wish, the cake will burn."

Director Jiang patted him on the shoulder, and he took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, bowed his head and made a wish, then blew out all the candles in one breath.

"Cut the cake, cut the cake."

What followed was a large squatting eating scene. Only the director and producer had stools in the crew, and the leading actors usually had stools too. The heads of each department sat on apple boxes, and the others just found a clean place to sit. After Logan Hunter finished cutting the cake, he discovered that Zhang Ziyao was not there - the girl who played Grace Chen.

Finally, he found the person in the corner, and discovered that he was sleeping against the wall in his costume. After all, it was a night scene, and it was normal to feel tired and sleepy. Besides, it was already early in the morning. So he put the cake next to him, just nodded to Zhang Ziyao's assistant, and left without saying anything.

While eating cake and squatting next to the monitor to watch the replay, Logan Hunter couldn't help but eat two more pieces. The cake tasted very good. Maybe he was a little greedy because he had consumed too much energy at night. By the way, he confirmed tomorrow's play with Jiang Zhenxin, and then he returned to the room under Xiaohu's escort.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, casually wiping the water off his hair. Without even turning on the light, he fell directly onto the single bed, ready to have a good sleep.

The moment his back sank into the soft bed, Logan Hunter felt as if he had entered heaven. Just as he was about to pull a quilt to wrap himself up, he turned over and leaned into something super warm.

Logan Hunter: Hot water bottle???

He reached out to touch it, but his wet head was stroked first.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

The person who touched his head said.

If he hadn't recognized the other person's voice immediately, Logan Hunter would have almost punched him. He was shocked and angry that a grown man suddenly appeared under the quilt in the middle of the night, and he immediately shouted:

"You are Fcuking sick! You are crazy!"

...

The man didn't say anything in the dark, he just rubbed his face with the back of his wet fingers. Logan Hunter dodged in anger and pushed in with his elbow:

"What the hell, get out of here!"

"So you have such a bad temper?" The cold voice was not pushed back by the elbow, but came over and pressed on his head, "Go to sleep, I'll go find a hair dryer."

"I won't brag!" He rolled away all the quilts unhappily, turned over and went to sleep, "If I catch a cold, I catch a cold. I don't care if I die from it."

The man didn't listen to his advice at all and went to look through the boxes in the dark. No one knew what he was doing. Logan Hunter shouted angrily into the darkness:

"Stop it, go to sleep! Are you annoying?"

The sound in the room paused for a few seconds, and the man seemed to obey and stood up. When he walked to the foot of the bed, he suddenly heard a "dong" sound. Logan Hunter, who was lying on the bed, felt his whole body shaken. He sat up and asked:

"Brother Yang?"

"fine."

Ethan Collins held back the cold air that was about to come out of his chest, and quietly sat down on the bed with the hair dryer in his hand. He found the plug near the bedside table according to his memory. This time, when he touched Logan Hunter's head again, the other party did not resist. He sat upright on the bed and asked him:

"...Where did you hit?"

"I didn't hit him." Ethan Collins replied, "I kicked him."

"Are you scary in the middle of the night? I told you to go to bed early."

"Um."

The warm wind rushed into the wet and cold hair with a humming sound. The man's five slender fingers moved gently and whispered:

"Just go to sleep after you're done. Lie down."

"No, that's it." said the man with messy hair, "Hurry up and go to bed."

Logan Hunter leaned against the headboard. Originally, he wanted to wait for the other person to finish blow-drying his hair before going to sleep together. However, as the hot wind kept blowing on him, he fell asleep while sitting there without realizing it.

The man's blue eyes were filled with a cold night light, which made his eyes have a high degree of clarity even in a very dark place. But at this moment, these eyes only reflected the person who was leaning against the headboard and sleeping.

The originally wet hair returned to its frizzy state, fluffy and soft. Ethan Collins leaned closer and smelled the scent of lemon shampoo. He couldn't help but touch it a few more times. Then he carefully stuffed the person into the quilt and gently lay down beside him.

His heart beat uncontrollably and he closed his eyes.

Wherever you are, there are surprises.