American fame and fortune

The football training camp started. Martin held a tactical board in his hand and a whistle around his neck. He stood in front of the goal and commanded the female players to train in a serious manner.

As he blew the whistle, the laps began.

Six female players formed a circle, and the tallest Latin girl asked to grab the ball.

Martin shouted: "One kick, don't hesitate, this is the basis of fast passing and cutting, yes! That's it, speed up!"

The tall female player Aisha poked the ball away, and the ball quickly rolled towards Martin.

She played football with Martin on the beach, rushed over like the wind, and slammed into Martin.

Martin was hit all over his arms, but he didn't fall, and he held Aisha up.

Director Kapis called Kapis without any surprise: "Start again."

Martin helped Aisha up and reminded: "Be careful, don't rush so fast."

Aisha turned her back to the director, but winked at him: "How is it, is it soft? Let's go for a walk on the beach together at night?"

These young Mexican actors practice their English in order to gain more opportunities.

How could Martin have the mind to play these things, and said calmly: "Get ready, the filming is about to start."

Aisha said again: "I know a lot."

A serious person like Martin couldn't understand: "Sorry."

Aisha said again: "Give me a chance."

Martin raised his hand and shouted, "Makeup artist, I need a touch-up."

Aisha pursed her lips and could only go back to grab the ring.

The filming restarted, Martin yelled again, and the laps started again.

This one passed without a hitch.

Martin stood in front of the penalty area again, instructing the female players to practice shooting.

His shots are all of this cool and handsome type, without complex characters and intense emotional conflicts.

The one with the most NG shots was Martin himself who went into battle to demonstrate the shot.

The penalty area line looked not far from the goal, and it was not easy to kick the ball into the goal from an angle. Martin's first kick was too hard and hit the sky.

The next two kicks were within the goal range, but rolled towards the goalkeeper.

Capiz didn't want to waste time, let Martin shoot with a standard posture, no matter where the ball flew.

Then let the local football coach go on the field and shoot the goal. If necessary in the later stage, the editing is done.

During the filming break, Martin just came under the sun umbrella, and Blake sat next to him on time.

"You're not good at sports?" Black looked at Martin's almost perfect figure: "It shouldn't be."

Martin simply said: "I played football a few times many years ago, but I haven't touched it since then. This is not the sport I am good at."

Wanting to know more, Blake asked, "What are you good at?"

"Ride, shoot and fight," Martin said.

Blake blinked and asked intentionally, "Are you talking about what I thought?"

Martin tapped on the armrest of the chair: "I'm a decent person, don't speak rude things to me."

Black stopped talking, and sat sideways on the chair, quietly admiring Martin's every move.

Suddenly, she remembered something and reminded Martin: "My brother Eric, you met at WMA company, he came to visit."

Martin did not understand what she meant by this.

Blake looked around, but he didn't see his brother, and pointed to his head: "He's a bit stupid, sometimes he does stupid things."

Martin said, "I won't talk to him."

The makeup artist came to touch up the makeup at this time, and the shooting was about to start again.

Blake picked up the script and shook it: "We're going to play against each other on the beach after work is over?"

"Okay." Martin got up and walked to the set.

The most important scenes of the two characters all took place on the beach.

Not far away, Aisha unscrewed a bottle of water and looked at the resting place.

Blake, with blond hair in a ponytail, is like a princess in the crew. He likes to call the director and producer uncle, and no one wants to provoke him.

The other three leading actresses in the same group all gave way to her.

Aisha spit on the ground and scolded: "Bichi!" She looked at Martin again, remembering just now: "Bad man!"

To be able to join this crew, she paid a lot and dreamed of getting a plane ticket to Los Angeles.

The teacher at the acting school once told her not to trust middle-aged people and old men, they coaxed them to get what they wanted, and they would just pat their butts and leave.

Young people are more impulsive.

The target she chose was only a supporting role in the crew, but she was the absolute protagonist in another crew with similar investment.

Nearby, Aibo Tablin, one of the heroines, heard Aisha's words, followed Aisha's face, and saw Martin and Blake.

Aibo recalled, recalling which team Aisha belonged to, found Erica who had the best relationship, and went to the locker room together.

After today's filming, Aisha went back to the dressing room to take a shower and change clothes.

After taking a shower and coming out, the voices of two girls talking could be heard across a row of closets.

"Blake got very close to that Martin Davis. Are the two getting together?"

"possible."

"It must be. Someone saw them secretly meeting on the hotel beach yesterday. Then they went back to Black's room together and stayed for a long time before coming out."

"Yes, I heard from the makeup artist that they met again on that beach today."

"Blake's brother, what's his name, yes, Eric, he came to visit the crew, it would be wonderful if he knew."

"The tall blond man? He looks so safe, the type I like."

"Don't get mad, Eric doesn't like you, his father is a producer and has power in Hollywood..."

Aisha got dressed and left the dressing room silently.

Two girls popped their heads from behind the closet and watched Elsa go away.

Erica asked, "Will she go?"

Ai Bo said: "It doesn't matter whether you go or not, we just talk a few words, it doesn't matter if you don't go, it's the best if you can go, Blake's bitch is showing off in front of me, I won't let her have a good time!"

Her tone became more serious: "Obviously I am the first leading role, but she asked to increase the role of the scene and snatched the first leading role. What do you think of us? A pile of leaves holding her this red flower?"

The show-robbing behavior of related households is disgusting.

Erica said, "No way, she has a good family background."

Ai Bo disdains: "I am more famous than her, and have more seniority than her. I started filming when I was ten years old."

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Erica left the dressing room, her pace gradually slowing down.

Let's talk about this matter, if there is a trouble, what benefit can she get?

Erica is just an ordinary girl who dropped out of middle school. She is not too ambitious, and she envies the followers of stars the most.

Who is more likely to be popular, Aibo or Black?

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The crew finished work, and the hotel was not far next door. Most people chose to walk back to the hotel.

Aisha was carrying a bag, walked and looked all the way, and asked a few words to her fellow Mexican companions, and finally found the target by the basketball court of the hotel.

Eric checked the time and was about to return to the hotel.

I found a hot Latina girl standing on the side of the road. The girl kept staring at him, obviously attracted to him.

Eric tossed his blond hair coquettishly, and the Latin girl across from him strode over.

Latin girls are known for their fiery enthusiasm, and Eric is confident in his appearance and feels very normal.

"Hello, my name is..." Aisha originally wanted to use a fake name, but when she came to Eric, she suddenly had an idea, isn't this a suitable target? She was enthusiastic: "My name is Aisha Losart, handsome guy, what's your name? Can you give me my contact information?"

Attracting girls to ask for contact information, Eric was very happy, took out his mobile phone and said, "My name is Eric Lively, tell me your mobile phone number."

Aisha reported her mobile phone number first, and then deliberately asked, "Lively?" She then looked at Eric carefully: "You look a bit like Blake."

Eric smiled and asked, "You know my sister Blake Lively?"

"I know." Aisha nodded, hesitated to speak: "I heard something about her..."

No matter how stupid Eric is, he can tell that the other party has something to say: "What's the matter? I'm Black's brother, and I have the right to know."

Aisha was still in a dilemma, and she said after being urged by Eric: "There is a bastard in the crew who is very deceptive. I asked her to go to the beach yesterday, and it is said that she even entered Blake's room... Sorry, I have no other meaning, just Worried that Blake is young and easily deceived."

Eric is a competent brother, and his face is not very good-looking: "Who is so courageous?"

Aisha said: "It seems to be called Martin Davis."

"Thank you, you are a good person." Eric shook his phone: "Wait for me to call you."

"I'll wait." Aisha was delighted, and the other party obviously attached great importance to the information she provided.

Eric returned to the hotel and asked around. Martin was very conspicuous in the crew, and he was seen going to the hotel beach.

After asking clearly, Eric hurried out of the back door of the hotel, came to the beach, searched around, and saw a familiar figure near a reef.

The two had met more than once at the WMA and knew each other well.

Eric picked up speed and walked towards Martin.

Martin sat alone on a rock with the script, waiting for Blake to come.

Bruce consciously sat far away, the actors were bored with the scenes, not as good-looking as the beach beauties.

Martin also saw Eric, saw him hurrying over, got up and said hello: "Eric..."

Eric suddenly speeded up and shouted violently: "Martin Davis!"

He waved his fist and rushed over like a golden bull.

Martin let go of his hand, and the script fell to the ground.

Eric looks fierce, but he is far from the old Bu who often practices and plays together.

Martin stepped aside, grabbed Eric's wrist with his right hand, and asked, "Why are you crazy!"

"I'm going to blow your head off!" Eric tried hard to break free.

Using his strength, Martin stumbled with his feet and pushed with his right hand at the same time, Eric fell to the beach with a snap.

Bruce saw the movement here and ran over immediately.

Eric climbed up, bowed his head, and rushed again like a football defensive sharpshooter.

Martin moves easily out of the way and lands on his ass, sending Eric smacking the shit out of him.

Just as he was about to get up, someone grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, and a heavy knee pressed against his back at the same time.

Eric yelled: "Martin Davis, you bastard, let me go! I'm going to blow your head off!"

How could Martin let people go, pressed Eric on the wet sand, and told him to calm down: "I have no conflict with you, right? Why are you crazy?"

Eric felt that a mountain was pressing on him, and he couldn't struggle at all.