Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 93

The first few sentences were nothing, but the last sentence really hit Song Yiming’s sore spot.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging, almost unable to resist throwing a punch at the other person’s face.

Zhan Hang swept a glance at his expression and knew things were about to go bad.

Zhao Kaile looked at the mobile phone cameras hidden everywhere in the crowd, and the expressions of most people waiting to watch the spectacle, feeling somewhat unable to bear it, almost suffocating on Song Yiming’s behalf.

He looked at Zhan Hang and asked hesitantly: “Brother Hang, should we help him?”

Zhan Hang sat there like an old man, and said indifferently: “Help what help, didn’t he say it himself, his business we should stay out of.”

Zhao Kaile looked at him for a moment, as if having figured something out, and muttered: “I always feel he resembles someone, he’s not quick-witted, and he doesn’t know how to read people and adjust his behavior. If he throws that punch, he’ll definitely be ruined by these people.”

Zhan Hang asked: “Resembles who?”

Zhao Kaile blinked, staring at him unblinkingly.

Zhan Hang’s expression changed from puzzled to incredulous, pointing at himself in disbelief, then pointing at Song Yiming: “Me? With him? Resemble?”

Zhao Kaile extended one finger, and said cautiously: “A tiny bit, resembling you when you first debuted.”

“…” Zhan Hang cursed something under his breath, frowned and thought for a moment, then handed the water cup in his hand to Zhao Kaile, and went forward himself to break up the fight.

Yu Wenrong’s assistant was still relentlessly rambling on, his words ringing incessantly. Song Yiming’s head was buzzing, and he took a deep breath about to throw a punch, but was stopped by Zhan Hang who had walked up close,stopped him and pulled him back slightly.

“Alright, alright, we’re all brothers from the same crew, it’s not some big deal.” Zhan Hang pressed one hand on Song Yiming’s shoulder, smiled at Yu Wenrong, his posture relaxed, and said to Song Yiming: “Brother Wenrong isn’t a petty person, if you honestly apologize to him wouldn’t that settle it?”

Song Yiming was sobered up by this press from him, his mind much calmer than before.

He looked at Zhan Hang, realized what was happening, took a deep breath, and suppressing his anger said to Yu Wenrong: “I… this assistant of mine is newly recruited, she’s not very good at handling things, I hope you… Brother Wenrong, please forgive her..”

That girl upon hearing this also sobbed and continued apologizing, vigorously wiping her tears, afraid she had inadvertently offended someone again.

The corner of Yu Wenrong’s mouth moved, and he said: “I originally didn’t want to make things difficult for this little girl. I didn’t expect Xiao Feng’s few words would make her cry, making it hard for everyone to step down. Actually, how big of a deal could it be.”

“Yes, hurry up and wipe your tears. Brother Wenrong isn’t blaming you at all.” Zhan Hang said to that girl: “Go about your own business.”

The girl hesitated, looking at Zhan Hang, then at Song Yiming. Song Yiming nodded at her, and she lowered her head and hurried away.

“Hey, what are you still standing there for? Now Brother Wenrong’s pants are wet, and you’re still here arguing about these trivial things?” Zhan Hang also said to that assistant Xiao Feng without expression: “Hurry up and have your people go get a hair dryer or a heater fan or something, help Brother Wenrong dry his pants. His scene is coming up soon, isn’t it more time consuming for you two to argue here sentence by sentence?”

“…” Xiao Feng didn’t expect a third party to suddenly intervene, and for the tables to turn so quickly. He himself was also speechless from being blocked, and could only turn to look at Yu Wenrong: “Boss, he…”

Yu Wenrong said lightly: “What are you looking at me for? Go.”

Xiao Feng could only respond with an “ai,” and turned around awkwardly to go find a hair dryer.

The onlookers saw there was no explosive material, and drifted away in twos and threes. Some with ulterior motives prepared to edit videos and only release the first half, taking things out of context to grab attention, leaving only a few people in the middle pretending to smile and shake hands to make peace.

That evening when work wrapped up, Zhan Hang received a WeChat friend request, from Song Yiming who had added him through the crew group chat. Zhao Kaile also received one.

The two looked at each other. Zhao Kaile tapped accept. Zhan Hang tapped reject.

Song Yiming didn’t give up, he added Zhan Hang three more times, and was rejected three times.

Zhao Kaile could hear the other party’s impatience just from the notification sounds, and couldn’t help but laugh: “Brother Hang, why don’t you just add him…”

“I don’t need this kind of friend.” Zhan Hang mercilessly complained: “One idiot like Zhou Jiyang is enough for me to suffer, another one would purely be adding to my troubles.”

“I feel like Yiming quite likes you.” Zhao Kaile said with a smile: “You two being friends would definitely be very fun.”

The corner of Zhan Hang’s mouth twitched, neither confirming nor denying.

That night, Zhao Kaile was typing when his mobile notification sounded. It was Song Yiming sending a thank you red envelope.

Zhao Kaile stopped to look, moved his eyebrows in surprise, and didn’t claim it.

He replied: Don’t be so polite, and it was Brother Hang who went to help you, no need to send it to me.

Song Yiming: He definitely wouldn’t have come on his own initiative, you must have said something. Sister Min also knows about today’s matter, she said you guys helped me a great deal. If I had really beaten up that assistant of Yu Wenrong’s, he would definitely have egged on Ren Jiayuan to kick me out of the crew.

Zhao Kaile: I didn’t say anything, Brother Hang normally really likes to stand up for justice and fight against injustice. Don’t look at him always having a stern face, he’s actually very warmhearted.

Song Yiming: Oh, why hasn’t he added me on WeChat yet??

Zhao Kaile: Uh… maybe too busy and didn’t see it, I’ll tell him about it.

Song Yiming reluctantly accepted this explanation, and chatted with him about all sorts of topics for a while before ending the conversation.

The next day, Zhao Kaile took the opportunity while helping Zhan Hang manage his Weibo account to casually accept Song Yiming’s friend request.

Zhan Hang worked for a whole morning without noticing anything wrong, until when acting opposite Song Yiming he discovered his gaze toward himself had become much friendlier, and only then felt something was strange.

“Actually, you’re not bad.” Song Yiming changed from his previous arrogant attitude, and said politely to him: “I’ll treat you to late night snacks tonight.”

Zhan Hang looked at him suspiciously, and said: “No need.”

Song Yiming said seriously: “Just to thank you for helping me out of that situation yesterday. You don’t need to be embarrassed, I don’t mock people.”

Zhan Hang: “…”

When he came off set, Zhan Hang cautiously looked at his phone, opened WeChat, and there was no conversation with Song Yiming in the chat box. He thought about it, clicked into the crew group, found Song Yiming, clicked on his profile, and discovered they were already friends.

Zhao Kaile watched all this clearly from the side, immediately breaking out in a cold sweat, pretending to look elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

Zhan Hang completely understood, and said angrily: “Zhao Kaile!”

Zhao Kaile stood at attention, and said respectfully: “Present!”

“You did this?” Zhan Hang said darkly: “Quite good at hiding, after chatting you even deleted the records, right?”

Zhao Kaile said weakly: “Wasn’t that… wasn’t that he really wanted to be friends with you, and it wouldn’t be good to let him be too sad, right… More friends means more paths, more enemies means more walls. It’s also a good thing for us to open up a few more paths.”

“Does he want to be friends with me? Hmm? Coming over to cling to you every day, isn’t that wanting to be brothers with you?” Zhan Hang truly couldn’t hold back, and said with overflowing sourness: “Why don’t you two just directly become sworn brothers? Then go tell Zhang Min to send you two out as a group debut, why are you still being my assistant here.”

Zhao Kaile: “…”

How strange, why does this person sound like a resentful wife!

“I, I don’t have any other meaning, I just have ordinary sympathy for him.” Zhao Kaile racked his brains, thinking about the reason for Zhan Hang’s anger, and explained with a stiff scalp: “I’m not his fan, and I don’t want to switch jobs to be his assistant. I really like my current lifestyle…”

His words were filled with the desire to survive, thinking to himself, help, all the landmines have been avoided, Brother Hang shouldn’t explode now!

Zhan Hang said coldly: “You better be.”

Zhao Kaile silently wiped a sweat for himself, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thus the atmosphere among several important members of the crew became very strange again.

Yu Wenrong didn’t think much of Song Yiming, and the two weren’t close. Zhan Hang coming out that day to mediate had clearly favored Song Yiming, so Yu Wenrong also had some reservations about Zhan Hang’s actions. Song Yiming unilaterally believed Zhan Hang had accepted him, and would constantly want to come over and put his arm around his shoulder, but would mostly be dodged by Zhan Hang. And Zhan Hang personally deeply regretted having listened to Zhao Kaile that day, impulsively saving this troublemaker Song Yiming, offending the crew’s elder brother. He would occasionally repent his actions during rest time.

Of course Ren Jiayuan also detected certain subtle atmospheres among the artists, but he didn’t care. As long as these people didn’t cause trouble for him during filming, he naturally couldn’t control how they got along privately. Once busy, the days in the crew passed by quickly.

At the end of the month, Yu Zhengfeng arrived with an assistant. He was very low key, not making a big fuss when he came, simply wearing casual clothes, greeting everyone when he entered.

Yu Wenrong saw him come and proactively stepped forward to give him a hug. After all, no matter how famous Yu Zhengfeng was or wasn’t, he was a senior in the industry. Not to mention they shared the same surname, this bit of face still had to be given.

Zhan Hang also felt somewhat awkward seeing this senior he had beaten up before, but in the drama they would have to confront each other sooner or later, so he could only brace himself and go up to shake his hand.

“Uncle Feng.” He said to Yu Zhengfeng: “Before we never had the chance to act together, finally I can ask for your guidance.”

Yu Zhengfeng didn’t seem uncomfortable at all, shook his hand frankly, and smiled: “We’re from the same system, so no need to say who guides who. I’ve experienced your skills, quite sharp and clean.”

Zhan Hang said: “Last time I was truly sorry, and later never had the chance to see you again. This time I offer you a solemn apology.”

Zhao Kaile followed him from the side, bowing his head in apology: “Truly sorry.”

“No matter, what’s so remarkable about kicking a drunkard, it was a sudden situation.” Yu Zhengfeng patted his shoulder: “We’re not people who fuss over these things.”

Yu Wenrong listened from the side, and came over like good brothers to put his arm around Zhan Hang’s shoulder: “You two have some history? Didn’t expect that.”

“It’s all old news, don’t mention it.” Yu Zhengfeng finished greeting everyone, waved his hand and said: “Alright, no more idle chatter with you guys, I’m going to makeup artist.”