From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

After a slight hesitation, Anson began, "This is why the martial arts gym requires us to practice stance training."

Matt looked at Anson, a puzzled expression on his face.

Anson continued to explain.

"Peace of mind, returning to simplicity, honing skills from the basics."

"For martial arts, the stability of the lower body is crucial because most of the force is transmitted from the legs. If the lower body is unstable, then all the skills and moves are just fancy displays."

"Unfortunately, few people are willing to calm down. Everyone hopes for quick success, becoming a martial arts master in thirty days, a grandmaster in three months."

Anson looked at Matt, "So, they just want to see if you have the patience and perseverance."

Anson was sizing up Matt, but in fact, Matt was also sizing up Anson—

In recent months, there have been many rumors about Anson in Hollywood.

But this is not unusual. In this small circle of fame and fortune, overnight success is common, and overnight fame is countless. The important thing is never becoming famous, but how to continue after becoming famous.

Matt wasn't surprised to see Anson at the martial arts gym. No matter what role Anson received, it was standard practice for the production team to arrange for actors to learn.

Until now, Matt saw a naturalness and composure emanating from Anson. Obviously, he wasn't just learning for the sake of learning, but truly feeling and experiencing, even starting to enjoy the whole process. This patience and stability are precious qualities in Hollywood.

At first, Matt didn't treat Anson any differently. Kindness and simplicity were his nature, his instinct. No matter who the other person was, he was always like this, even if Anson was a Hollywood colleague, there was nothing special about it.

But now, his thoughts have changed slightly.

Matt curiously asked, "What about you? Are you enjoying this period of learning?"

"No," Anson answered crisply, without the slightest hesitation.

Matt was stunned. This was an answer he hadn't expected at all.

Anson said, "You should look at my current posture and then imagine the muscle soreness when I get home at night. Sitting is not right, standing is not right, lying down is not right. Everything just looks beautiful, but the actual operation requires sweat and tears. God, who would enjoy such a time?"

"Haha," Matt couldn't help but laugh out loud, heavily patting his thigh, and in the next second, he hugged his knees, grimaced, and rolled around.

Anson remained in his stance, "But I like this time."

Not enjoying it, but liking it.

What kind of statement is this?

Matt revealed a hint of interest, "Why?"

Anson pursed his lips, "Because all of this is real. You can clearly feel yourself grasping every second of life, burning it to the fullest."

The world of fame and fortune is colorful, dazzling, and brilliant, but how much of it is real?

Just like the Emmy Awards ceremony.

Elegant clothes, bustling crowds, laughter and clinking glasses at the celebration party, but after returning home, the room is filled with coldness and terrifying silence.

So, those cheers, those applause, those lights, which ones are real?

Compared to Anson, this new actor, Matt's feelings were more real, more concrete, and more vivid. He immediately understood the meaning behind these words.

But he never expected that Anson would have this wisdom.

Anson seemed to notice Matt's gaze and looked over calmly, his face full of composure, "Please don't admire me, that might cause some misunderstandings, the pressure is too great. After all, you are Matt Damon."

For example, the shoe cult?

One second, two seconds.

Matt finally understood the subtext in Anson's words and couldn't control himself anymore, laughing happily. It wasn't flattery or politeness, it was a heartfelt smile, completely relaxed.

In fact, when they reach a certain position in the world of fame and fortune, it is not easy to make new friends, because everyone who approaches them may have an ulterior motive, trying to get a piece of the pie from them.

Although Matt isn't as extreme as Leonardo DiCaprio, completely closing himself off and rejecting any possibility, he really hasn't made many friends since becoming famous.

Maybe there will be an extra gain today.

Matt shrugged lightly, his face full of seriousness, "Indeed, I am Matt Damon, but I am not Ben Affleck."

Compared to Matt, the dashing Ben Affleck seems much more flamboyant.

If Ben Affleck "admires" Anson, then the scale of the misunderstanding might be much larger. At that time, that would be a real disaster.

A smile crept onto his brow.

Matt didn't hesitate any longer, nor did he think. He struggled to stand up again, took two deep breaths to adjust, and then began stance training again.

Matt cast his gaze towards Nick, "Start timing now, thirty minutes. I'm telling you, I will do it, I will do what I say, I am..."

While speaking, he was practicing stance training, but his dantian didn't hold back that breath, and with his knees weakened, he fell down on his buttocks.

Before it even started, it was already over.

Matt widened his eyes, completely puzzled, "What's going on? How is this possible!"

Anson couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassed appearance, "Don't talk, concentrate."

Matt looked at Anson, "What about you?"

Anson was clearly talking, wasn't he?

Nick finally couldn't stand it anymore, "If you practice for two months and find the trick, then you can do it too."

Matt, "Oh, so it means I'm too weak, right?"

He never knew that Matt was such a humorous person.

Involuntarily, Anson thought of Matt's friendship with Jimmy Kimmel. The talk show host Jimmy Kimmel always teased Matt on his show, even maliciously attacking him, to the point where the audience couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

But in fact, Matt and Jimmy are very, very good friends, with a solid relationship, even if they attack each other, it won't hurt their friendship.

Supporting himself on the ground, using his hands and feet, Matt barely stood up, "Okay, then I'll start now, starting from today. So thirty minutes?"

"Or is it that the longer the time, the better? If I do it for an hour, will I be able to improve faster?"

Anson's lips turned up, "No. Like fitness, regularity, moderation, and gradual progress are the most important things. Being too hasty can lead to unnecessary injuries. Moreover, this is just one of the basics, there's no need to spend all your time here, this is not a competition."

Matt nodded slightly to show that he understood, "Okay, I'll watch you do it and follow you. Now we are partners."

After speaking, Matt ignored Anson's astonished reaction, stopped talking, took a deep breath, his face serious, his whole body upright, and started stance training again.

This time, there was no rush, no anxiety, and more importantly, no flashiness. Coupled with the fact that he had indeed figured out some tricks in the previous practice, Matt's whole person obviously calmed down. Only now could he see that the time he had spent practicing boxing before was not wasted, and he was not just a showboat.

And Anson?

A smile appeared in his eyes: Partner? Does this count as a partner?