94: I'm not making kung fu movies anymore, I'll make one for your feet.

I don't know why.

The moment he heard the word 'remuneration', Lin Pei's vision suddenly cleared up.

In fact, he felt like he could see even further.

Stephen Chow held his arm, feeling a chill run down his spine.

My god.

At that moment, that foot was only 0.01 centimeters away from his arm.

If it had actually connected, his arm would definitely be ruined!

The crowd watched as the steamed bun flew eight hundred meters and landed steadily in an elderly lady's bicycle basket in the distance.

!!!!

Seeing it with one's own eyes was still incredibly shocking.

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

The elderly lady ahead also froze for a moment.

Then, a piercing voice drifted over.

"Young Man, is that the Wind God Leg or the Shadowless Kick?"

"That's amazing!"

"A thumbs up from this old lady!"

Lin Pei was a bit surprised.

He didn't expect the old lady to know so many martial arts techniques.

It was clear she watched plenty of TV dramas in her spare time.

However, his move wasn't any Wind God Leg or Shadowless Kick.

His seemed to be called... Kick You to Death?

...Only after the old lady started her electric scooter and sped away did everyone snap out of it.

"Holy crap, it really went in. Is his aim that precise?"

"That distance looks even further than the last one. Truly badass!"

"Is this something a human leg is capable of?"

"Is he really some modern-day martial arts master?"

"If he were to play soccer, there's no shot he couldn't make! Even Messi couldn't beat him."

"That's it, I'm unfollowing Messi to become his fan."

"Take pictures, take pictures! I want all his information within ten minutes."

"..."

The old man didn't even want his sack anymore, his face showing infinite regret.

"This old man was short-sighted earlier. I didn't expect the Young Man to be such a good kicker."

"It's a pity my legs are bad, otherwise I'd have to learn that Wind God Leg from the Young Man."

...Stephen Chow waved his hand, telling everyone to disperse.

But no one was willing to leave.

"Hey, muscular big brother, move aside. Don't stop us from chasing our star."

"I wonder if the little brother has debuted yet. Are we the first generation of fans?"

"From today on, I am his 'foot fan'."

"What the heck, there's even such a thing?"

"..."

Stephen Chow was helpless.

"Why bother?"

"He can't be yours."

Having no other choice, he could only lift Lin Pei's right foot with both hands.

Swish!

As he expected, the crowd of onlookers—men, women, old, and young, including those who just claimed to be new fans—all scattered in fear, automatically disbanding.

Having witnessed the power of this foot, they were indeed afraid of being kicked to death; their instinct was to run.

Once only two people remained by the trash can, Lin Pei first remembered the main business.

"Director, the new movie needs me to have a muscular physique. I can go back and train."

"Don't worry, I'll return to that Ivia physique very soon."

However, Stephen Chow shook his head firmly.

Lin Pei's heart skipped a beat.

What happened?

Did the audition fail?

Just as he was thinking about trying one more time, a crisp 'zip' sounded in his ear.

Stephen Chow actually pulled a zipper and took off that muscle suit.

???

Uh... what's going on?

Tsk.

At least he was wearing clothes underneath.

Some onlookers who were still circling nearby to investigate were instantly shocked.

"My god, that muscle man wasn't Stephen Chow, was he?"

"It really is him! I was so focused on the muscles just now that I didn't even recognize him."

"So the muscles were fake? The effect was too realistic. I'm going to get one too."

"Even with Stephen Chow here, I still think 'Kick Bro' is cooler..."

"..."

Over here, Stephen Chow gave an excited smile.

"No need to train your muscles."

"Brother Lin, I've decided. I'm not making a Kung Fu movie for this one."

"This time, I'm going to write one for your foot."

Hmm?

Lin Pei's brow furrowed.

Write for a foot? Write it now?

If the person in front of him wasn't Stephen Chow, he would suspect someone was impersonating a director to scam him.

It sounded way too unreliable.

But if it was Stephen Chow, the more unreliable it sounded, the more normal it probably was for him.

Stephen Chow seemed to have gained inspiration from the crowd's comments just now.

"How about we film one about playing soccer?"

"With that foot of yours, Brother Lin, it'll definitely look great on film."

"And it has a lot of positive meaning. It can boost the morale of our national men's soccer team and prove our confidence in soccer to the world."

"It will be a heartwarming work about dreams and hard work, blending family, friendship, and love."

Lin Pei nodded.

As expected of a good director, in just this short time, he had already thought of the movie's theme.

Stephen Chow spoke with excitement.

"Just now, even though you were kicking a bun, it had that flavor of Dragon Country Kung Fu."

"Coincidentally, I've loved our Dragon Country Kung Fu since I was young, especially Shaolin Kung Fu. I think the movie should be called 'shaolin soccer'."

'shaolin soccer'?

Lin Pei's spirit jolted.

Right, this movie, which had become a household classic in his previous life, hadn't been filmed on the Blue Planet yet.

But in his previous life, the male lead of 'shaolin soccer' was Stephen Chow himself.

He double-checked.

"I'm playing the male lead?"

Stephen Chow reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Of course."

"It's written for your foot, who else could play it?"

"Could it be me?"

"Just kidding, ahahaha."

"..."

Lin Pei truly hadn't expected this.

After transmigrating, he had actually snatched a male lead role right out of Stephen Chow's hands.

Then he had to act well. This was a proper positive role, and the male lead at that.

With such a good movie, he was guaranteed to become incredibly famous when it aired.

The good kind of famous... Next, the two of them sat down on a bench near the trash can and chatted about the movie's details.

It could be said they were having a very pleasant conversation.

Stephen Chow didn't expect Lin Pei to understand him so well; the plot points Lin Pei suggested all hit home for him.

Good grief, after talking for a while, the script was already mostly fleshed out.

Stephen Chow was so excited he wanted to become sworn brothers with Lin Pei on the spot, but Lin Pei stopped him in time.

Stephen Chow really didn't treat people on the street as strangers.

If they knelt on the street like that, the two of them would be on the trending searches before dark.

Being able to provide Stephen Chow with so much material so quickly was, of course, not because Lin Pei's Screenwriter skills were superhuman.

In his previous life, he had watched this movie several times; the plot was already ingrained in his mind.

He didn't expect to use it in reverse in this timeline.

Stephen Chow, however, was too excited to calm down.

"Big brother, let's not get bogged down by these formalities."

"From now on, you are my big brother."

Lin Pei's head was throbbing.

Although Stephen Chow was still young on the Blue Planet, he was still over ten years older than himself.

He's calling me 'big brother', and wants me to call him 'Second Brother'?

Is this appropriate?

However, while he was questioning it, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Alright, Second Brother."

...