Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 207: Go Fall in Love, I Wish You Happiness
Yu Xia was momentarily dazed, then shook her head.
"New actors, it’s like this. Get used to this drama, and later on, you’ll have experience for more emotional roles. He wants to be an actor, this is a necessary process."
The assistant director looked at her, also shaking his head, and said nothing more.
Yu Xia pretended not to notice her intentions, finished her walk, and lay down on the set to read the script again.
Life was quite leisurely, a stark contrast to Xie Qingci.
They met every day on set, their rooms were just next to each other, and Xie Qingci had many ways to contact Yu Xia.
Originally, he thought in today’s modern society with advanced networks, contacting someone would be easy.
But when one party actively cuts off contact, he discovered, there are people who can live like strangers even when meeting every day.
Calls and messages were useless, he dared not disturb her on set, and after work, her agent was always around, plus she didn’t want to see him, he couldn’t speak to her at all.
He wanted to apologize, to admit his mistakes, but had no way out.
Xie Qingci practiced wirework and fight scenes in the warehouse, holding a prop sword and slashing down with joy, comforting himself countless times in his heart.
Just wait a little longer, he’ll figure it out, she hasn’t said anything about breaking up, so he still has a chance.
Under his thin shirt, he was sweating all over, his short hair was drenched, the martial arts instructor noticed his discomfort, took away the nearly broken prop sword, and handed him a short stick.
"Come on, want to spar?"
He nodded while panting, and the stick seemed to come alive in his hands; before anyone could see clearly, he had already twirled and struck out twice.
Being ill for half a month didn’t reduce his reflexes, and unlike the previous practice with Yu Xia where he only blocked, this time he was all out on the offense.
They say that offense is the best defense; the martial arts instructor’s stick couldn’t even touch his sleeve, only busy defending against his increasingly powerful strikes.
The sound of sticks clashing in the warehouse was like bullets firing, drawing everyone over.
Finally, Xie Qingci’s stick hit the bottom end of the martial arts instructor’s stick, the force was strong enough to shake the instructor’s wrist downward, and then the stick slipped out of his hand, the outcome was clear.
"Bravo! Wonderful!" The director applauded nearby, "We should release this footage, it would definitely be popular."
The assistant director agreed, turning around to see Yu Xia touching a short stick from the props rack, eyes gleaming as he asked, "Yu Xia, don’t you have an intimate fight scene with our male lead? Why not practice with Xie Qingci now?"
Everyone went quiet, then nodded.
"Right, right, you can stage a fight, it will definitely be exciting too."
"Let Xie guide you, he’s really skillful."
"Yu Xia, go ahead and give it a shot."
Yu Xia wondered whether they were aiding Xie Qingci or waiting for her to vent her anger on him.
Under everyone’s expectant gaze, she weighed the stick in her hand, nodded, and said, "Alright."
Xie Qingci, standing in the middle of the warehouse, swallowed gently and stepped onto the mat.
No need for mats when sparring with the martial arts instructor, falling wouldn’t be a problem.
But she’s different.
Yu Xia held a stick and was about to grab another when Mei stopped her in a panic, whispering:
"Don’t, don’t, sister, you’ll look like an old woman with dual sticks, and if you injure anyone, you’ll have to pay for it!"
"..." She silently put her hand down, holding a stick in her right hand, bearing everyone’s expectations as she walked onto the mat, facing Xie Qingci.
The crowd at the door grew larger, she only received such treatment on variety shows, never so many onlookers during serious filming.
"Come," she spoke to Xie Qingci, "whoever’s stick slips loses."
Xie Qingci’s lips moved, but he said nothing, only raised his stick under her cold gaze.
Everyone below whispered.
"Who do you think will make the first move?"
"Yu Xia, I feel like she’s about to charge and smash into Xie Qingci."
"... Kind of looks like it."
"Who do you think will win?"
"Obviously, Xie Qingci is so skilled, of course, Yu Xia will win!"
"That... that makes so much sense."
"Poor Xie, fighting the one he likes, how can he bring himself to do it?"
"Maybe after Yu Xia beats him, she’ll see his patience and accept him?"
"Better not have that kind of patience."
"No wonder you’re the male lead but can’t spark anything with the female lead, how are you going to spark like that!?"
"They started fighting! As expected, Yu Xia made the first move!"
Yu Xia struck with the momentum of slicing a mountain in half, hitting Xie Qingci’s stick hard.
She hit it.
Xie Qingci’s hand shook, but the stick didn’t slip. He lifted lightly, pried open Yu Xia’s stick, then his stick, having absorbed two-thirds of the force, struck hers.
All of a sudden, Yu Xia felt a surge of anger.
She stepped forward, swinging her stick at his body, each blow heavier than the last.
At first, Xie Qingci could block, but most of his attention was on her, distracted, he reacted slower, and Yu Xia quickly found an opening, striking his arm.
"Hiss—"
The onlookers drew a sharp breath.
"That was a solid hit."
"Xie looks like the bullied wife, not hitting back."
"Maybe we should tell him to give up, Yu Xia seems to have a domestic violence tendency, if they got together, wouldn’t it get worse?"
He Ci in the crowd: "..."
Could you badmouth his artist a little quieter?
The two on the mat continued sparring, Yu Xia solo crushing Xie Qingci, hitting with great satisfaction, not caring if he was deliberately only blocking, just basking in the strikes.
As it went on, Xie Qingci retreated and retreated, almost off the mat, Yu Xia kept following, brandishing her stick as if about to strike his wrist, his hand didn’t even flinch, in the end, the stick struck his, not hard.
Yu Xia, panting, tossed the stick aside.
"Not fighting anymore, boring."
Xie Qingci suddenly lifted his head, eyes trembling, wanting to step forward.
But she had already stepped off the mat, walking away without a backward glance.
The director looked at the footage the cameraman captured, quite satisfied, and added, "Keep this video, we can release it as a blooper later."
Too bad the fight wasn’t very exciting, Yu Xia one-sidedly striking Xie Qingci while he didn’t hit back was quite interesting.
He Ci approached Yu Xia from behind, exclaiming poetically, "What a touching story, not hitting back, eyes glued to you, bashful and speechless, I’m almost smitten."
Yu Xia didn’t look back: "Then be smitten, I wish you happiness."
"... No need for that." He leaned in seriously and asked, "There really isn’t anything between you two? It seemed like you were hitting a cheating man just now."
"A cheating man wouldn’t stand to be beaten by me," she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue, smiling, "he’d be lying in a hospital, beaten by me."
He Ci shivered.
