From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Shakily, on the verge of collapse — —

Matt was about to give up.

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words, "How many minutes?"

Nick glanced at his watch again, "Fifteen seconds since you last asked me."

"What!" Matt was genuinely shocked and surprised, losing control for a moment, and sat back heavily, his knees buckling, causing him to fall over.

*Thump.*

With a thud, Matt landed on his rear, a look of utter despair on his face, his eyes glazed over, his soul seemingly wandering off to some distant place.

Originally, Matt thought that stance training would be easy, no different from squats, and that fifty or a hundred squats would be a breeze; but after only two minutes, every muscle in his body was protesting.

Like living a year in a day?

No, every second felt like a century.

Unbelievable! Utterly unbelievable! He couldn't even last three minutes! How was he going to endure thirty minutes! Matt's soul cried out in anguish.

However, looking up, Matt saw that Anson's stance was solid and steady, and even though they had started together, his expression and movements looked as if only three seconds had passed, the muscles in his face relaxed and natural.

Looking at it this way, not to mention thirty minutes, three hours wouldn't be a problem.

Matt stopped his blustering and began to observe with his arms wrapped around his knees, perhaps he hadn't studied Kung Fu, but he was no stranger to fitness, and now he could see from Anson's posture that the force was being applied differently.

"Ah!"

Matt exclaimed.

"Stance training, is there a technique to it? Anson, is there something special about the point of force?"

"Ah, look at me, isn't this an obvious fact, I'm actually acting like Columbus discovering the New World, my IQ seems to have seriously regressed."

This scene caused a smile to quietly creep onto Anson's lips.

Although Matt was already a top-tier actor, he had no airs about him, and even strangers upon first meeting him could feel his approachable kindness and familiarity, effortlessly closing the distance, and without any deliberate effort, everything seemed natural and simple.

Here, Anson definitely didn't mean to put down any beautiful woman.

But it must be said, this kind of interaction was indeed pleasant, and Anson wasn't stingy, imparting his experience to Matt, and personally guiding him for a while, ensuring that Matt fully understood before stepping aside and letting Matt feel it for himself.

The horse stance looks simple, but in reality, it requires the activation of completely new muscles, and in order to avoid strain, it is necessary to activate those unseen muscle groups to achieve the training effect.

In a short while, the muscles began to burn.

Matt seemed to feel ants crawling in his muscles, the burning sensation slowly spreading along the muscle fibers, and the tense nerves trembled uncontrollably, at this time he had no energy to ask Nick, and even didn't have the strength to care about the passage of time, he was one hundred percent focused.

At this time, you could see the ruthlessness in Matt's bones, and you could see the look of Jason Bourne from "The Bourne Identity" in his eyes.

Teeth clashed against teeth, trying his best to clench his jaws, but he could still feel the force coming from his mandible, and the fragmented sounds scurried about in his mouth.

For a moment, Matt couldn't tell whether it was the surge of airflow, or if he had really broken his teeth.

Thirty minutes, it seemed like nothing, but only after actually putting it into practice could he understand how perverted this task was.

Truly feeling the burning energy with his soul.

And then.

Matt couldn't hold on anymore, and sat down for the second time, drenched in sweat, the muscles in his calves, knees, and abdomen trembling uncontrollably; but strangely, the muscles in his arms also began to tremble slightly, which Matt couldn't understand, the horse stance didn't seem to use the arms, right?

Letting out a long breath, Matt looked at Nick, "How much time?"

Before Nick could answer, Matt changed his mind, "Forget it, don't tell me, anyway it definitely wasn't thirty minutes, I suspect it wasn't even ten minutes."

After speaking, Matt stole a glance at Nick out of the corner of his eye.

Nick didn't say anything, just nodded to confirm Matt's guess, even ten minutes was extremely difficult, the task was more difficult than imagined.

Matt, devoid of hope — —

Even though he had already guessed it, he still couldn't control his frustration when he received Nick's affirmative answer.

Turning his head to look at Anson, who was still at ease, if it weren't for a few beads of sweat on his forehead, Matt would have believed that Anson was sitting on a chair.

Matt held his breath, wanting to stand up again to prove that he could do it, but looking at his noodle-like legs, he obediently remained seated.

"Two months, you really only studied for two months?" Matt couldn't control his curiosity, and after receiving Anson's affirmative nod, Matt asked again, "You've been doing stance training for two months, no way, you must have learned other things."

"Of course."

Nick noticed that Anson's breathing was steady and long, and by seeing through the phenomenon to the essence, he could once again prove the unparalleled importance of basic skills, "Looking at it from another angle, he practiced basic skills for two months, and just toyed with you in the palm of his hand."

Matt: … …

"He didn't toy with me in the palm of his hand," Matt protested.

Nick didn't give him any face, and looked at Matt coldly.

Matt opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't make a sound.

Seeing this, a smile appeared in Anson's eyes, "If you want to, you can leave at any time, even now it's not too late."

In Anson's view, with Matt's status and experience in the industry, even if he sincerely wanted to learn Kung Fu, he could find a professional teacher.

Matt didn't need to stay here.

What's more, since Matt's appearance, "Ye's Martial Arts School" had not given him a formal reception, but rather a series of tests, this big star really had no reason to stay.

Matt tilted his head and thought, "I can, but…" He paused, "But I choose to stay."

"Why?"

"I don't know either. Maybe, after staying in Hollywood for a long time, when they see me, they are always accustomed to flattering and praising, and after going around and around, they can't hear a word of truth, so occasionally here, someone is willing to treat me as an ordinary person, and is willing to tell the truth, and I can feel more sincerity."

"Oh, so it's a prince on an incognito visit."

Back and forth, Anson's teasing lightly landed, and Matt thought he would feel uncomfortable, but he didn't, and a smile couldn't help but climb onto his lips.

Among the many A-list actors in Hollywood, Matt has always belonged to the low-key and pragmatic faction, his family and his personal life are completely away from the spotlight; whether it is work or life, Matt is not too flamboyant, including his career, he has never had too much ambition and desire.

Salary? Awards? Glory? Reputation?

Of course, Matt would not refuse, pretending to be aloof and saying that he was not interested; but at the same time, he would not change himself for those goals.

Although this was Anson and Matt's first meeting, unexpectedly, Anson could feel sincerity in Matt's words, and believed his words.

Anson, "This is the reason why the martial arts school requires us to do stance training."