Before Zhang Hu'en came out of the personnel department, he refused Su Songqun's invitation to dinner. Su Li, the little girl, did not follow her. She was probably thinking about the unknown plot in the middle. The agent contract in her hand is now like a hot potato, or a useless rib. It's a pity to eat it and throw it away.

He took away his employee badge, and the position column on the badge actually read: Director, is this the rhythm of showing off? He put the badge in his pocket. Who would wear this thing without any trouble? People are swaying around the market?

According to Su Songqun's introduction, the internal structure of the mainland shelf company is very complex. The reason why it is so complicated and crowded is entirely due to the lack of funds and the increasing personnel of the company. Su Songqun gave him a key reminder of the 17 training grounds located in the eastern half of the company, hoping that the leaders will visit the inspection work.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Pay attention to your posture, pay attention to your breathing, and know that you are just sweating now, and you are bleeding when you are in the movie!"

This is the scene when Zhang Hu'en stepped into the No. 7 training ground of the 42nd floor Continental Shelf Company. A thick layer of sand has been laid in the training ground of more than 200 square meters. A group of people were wearing training suits, holding wooden shields, wooden swords, and wooden knifes sweating profusely under the guidance of a middle-aged coach, repeating basic movements such as chopping, slashing, stabbing, slitting, cutting, blocking, and counterattacking.

He nodded to the coach, took off two wooden swords from the wall on his own, and trained with everyone. As for why he chose two wooden swords instead of the commonly used sword shields, because through the match with Lacre, he saw the power of the Double Sword Gladiator. Although the Double Sword Gladiator abandoned defense, his speed was twice as fast as the Sword Gladiator, and his attack power was more than twice as high as the Sword Gladiator, and his killing efficiency was outrageous.

When he was in Jinbaihua Studio, he rarely had the opportunity to participate in group subconscious training, but he also saw in video materials that the training and special training of large companies that cost tens of thousands of people seemed very shocking, with the purpose of tempering people's will and then affecting people's subconscious.

There is a lot of controversy over whether it can affect the subconscious mind, but strengthening the body is certain. Having a good body can turn the tables at critical moments, so the endless subconscious training has been added to the daily work of the actors, and the actors are happy to do so. If they train well, at least if they do not work, they can move more bricks if they don’t work.

"Pay attention to your movements, narrow your wingspan, pay attention to your footwork, and don't twist your butt like a **..."

(It's very novel, this coach is a bit interesting.)

Zhang Hu'en followed everyone's movements and began to be inconsistent with his hands and feet and could not keep up with the rhythm. After three or five breaths, he quickly adapted to this intensity of training, and his movements were organized. He also added some of the skills he had learned in the test movie. Each movement was very standard, and even a little "passed".

"Stop, rest for ten minutes, control breathing, and prepare to catch and train together."

After just a little sweat, Zhang Hu'en did not stop. Instead, he kept repeating the movements he had just done. The coach looked at him and ignored him. He wanted to practice more, but he didn't spend a penny. You can't stop him.

"Hello Zhang Hu'en, I'm Sun Zhaojin."

The telephone pole next to him is Sun Zhaojin. Since he got the electronic contract, he immediately came to the mainland shelf company to report that he had participated in the gladiator training three times and took the initiative to apply for additional training at night. His life was not easy. An actor with no background wants to make a comeback in this big dyeing tank in the film and television industry, so go to dream.

When he came in, he recognized Zhang Hu'en. After watching the video of the test arena, he decided to hug Zhang Hu'en's thigh. This kind of fierce man with great combat power is waiting for a thousand years. No, sometimes he may not be able to hug him after waiting.

Other testers with the same mind also leaned over and thoughtfully thought about their own calculations. Anyway, they just wanted to build relationships as soon as possible to save people from becoming popular in the future, and the difficulty would be as high as possible.

Zhang Hu'en put away his swords. Sun Zhaojin was about the same age as himself. He probably was an extra who was not very satisfied. He had seen his performance. His subconscious mind was rare and he was all colleagues. There was no need to show his face to others. Maybe he would have to rely on others to help him. He smiled and stretched out his hand and said:

"I have watched your video, and I am very leader-oriented. I hope we can work together well in the movie."

"It must be certain. If you don't mind, can I call you Brother Zhang?"

A group of people gathered around Zhang Hu'en to make friends, which made Wei Huanghe, a coach, very upset. He was just the sky in this training ground, and if he wanted to curry favor, he could only curry favor with him. Where did the extras turn to appear on the court like stars surround the moon.

"What are you doing? I think you have enough rest and start catching the right training!"

After a burst of wail, the actors began to practice with each other. Sun Zhaojin was about to practice with Zhang Hu'en, but Wei Huanghe was squeezed aside.

"I'll fight with you and guide other students by the way."

Zhang Hu'en nodded, and there was a factor in his blood vessels that was thrilling. Wei Huanghe's words attracted the attention of the students around him. They stopped to form a circle to watch the showdown between the coach and the most promising actor.

"Come on, let me see what you will do?"

(How do I feel like this coach is hostile to me?)

"Come on, I'm so squeaky."

"drink!"

Zhang Hu'en stabbed in front of the sword, Wei Huanghe raised his shield to block it, Zhang Hu'en's right hand slashed on the shield, and he learned from Lacre that the Gladiator's strong wind attack from the double sword. He only needed to control the center of gravity and not get too close to the target, and he could rely on the advantage of the double sword to continuously attack the opponent's resistance with his strength.

"Bang bang bang!"

The wooden sword slashed Wei Huanghe's wooden shield like a drumstick. At first, it was not skilled and could not use continuous powerful attacks. However, after a few breaths, Zhang Hu'en seemed to return to the arena full of blood and death. The bloodshot slowly climbed up the whites of his eyes, and his strength was greater and greater. The force like a ramming ground hit Wei Huanghe's right leg and knee squatted on the ground.

(It's now!)

In my memory, Lacre's move turned into a snatch and knocked his shield directly. Just as Zhang Hu'en turned around and was about to take a look at the cat and draw tiger for Wei Huanghe, he suddenly got caught by one hand and lost his balance and smashed it hard on the sand.

A wooden sword was placed on his neck, and Wei Huanghe smiled and said with a smug face:

"You have paid too much attention to attacking, but you have forgotten your own flaws. Have you seen it? Simply attacking will only lead to your own death. Don't learn from him."

"Yes, coach, I get it."

Zhang Huen accepted the failure calmly, got up from the sand, and held the two swords one by one and one behind the ground, looking at Wei Huanghe.

"Coach, please continue to guide me."

Wei Huanghe was stunned, looked at the determination in Zhang Hu'en's eyes, and laughed and said:

"Okay, come again."

There is a saying that I abused me thousands of times when I was working, and I was in my first love. It was very suitable to put it on Zhang Hu'en. He was constantly defeated, overturned, and thrown out by Wei Huanghe using various gladiatorial techniques. But in an instant, he got up like a person who was fine and respectfully signaled to Wei Huanghe to come again.

"Ba, bha!"

The wooden sword was twitching on him, and every time he drew a mark, his flaws were constantly exposed, with rough offensive skills and rougher defensive skills. However, after every time he fell down, the second attack was deliberately imitating Wei Huanghe. Although Wei Huanghe could still knock him down within a few moves, the time, thought, strength, and skills needed to knock him down were getting more and more difficult.

"choke!"

Zhang Hu'en's wooden sword slashed on Wei Huanghe's wooden shield again, and he rushed up like a tiger down the mountain. The wooden sword hidden in his left hand was his last move. Looking at the person who was about to rush to his life with his life, Wei Huanghe felt annoyed in his heart for the first time. If it were really in the arena, he would have killed him hundreds of times, but the problem is not.

"bump!"

Wei Huanghe's wooden escape suffocated him to the side, and the wooden sword followed him and stabbed him in the neck. Zhang Hu'en rolled around skillfully and dodged, and threw the wooden sword in his right hand towards Wei Huanghe in the air.

Wei Huanghe held a shield and knocked off the flying wooden sword. When he looked again, Zhang Huen had already rushed over from the right side, and changed the wooden sword in his left hand to his right hand. He slid the sand and rolled up a piece of sand and rushed towards his lower body.

(hateful.)

Wei Huanghe panicked for the first time. This illegal style of play would only appear in the arena in the movie. Unexpectedly, this kid was so desperate! So he abandoned the shield, threw the wooden shield towards the flying yellow sand, and then quickly retreated. However, the yellow sand did not diminish after the wooden shield was destroyed, and he also rolled him in.

The students present looked at this scene in amazement. Isn’t it just training? As for the hard work like this? When the yellow sand spread out, two figures appeared in the field. They placed them on each other’s necks with wooden swords, while Zhang Hu’en’s forehead was bleeding. It was obvious that he had not avoided the flying wooden shield.

"Ahem, if it's an iron shield, you're dead."

"Yes, it's a pity not. Thank you coach!"

Zhang Hu'en was still so polite. He took back the wooden sword and walked towards the health care doctor standing on the sidelines and shouting. Wei Huanghe watched his tall body gradually fading away, then looked down at the wooden sword that had cracked in his hand, and turned around viciously and shouted to the audience:

"Have you seen enough? I'll practice more tonight!"

It caused another wail.

"No concussion, clear consciousness, no bone damage, just use adhesive."

After the health care doctor finished the examination, he debrides the wound on Zhang Hu'en's forehead, and then applied human adhesive to his wound. Ten seconds later, the adhesive stopped the blood and began to exert the effect of drugs to stimulate the regeneration of cells near the wound.

"Doctor, can I continue to train?"

The health care doctor gave him a blank look and said:

"Are you a robot? Even if you use adhesive, your metabolism will not keep up with the consumption for a while. You will trigger hypoglycemia within half an hour. I promise you will faint within a few strokes of the scene."

"It's not that serious, right?"

"It's just that serious. Let's get to know Wei Huanghe, a full-time physical fitness fighting coach of the Continental Shelf Company."
Chapter completed!