Male Sing and His Pet Owner: Chapter 95

Ren Jiayuan held the walkie talkie with a deadpan expression and said a few words. During the exchange, occasional bursts of static crackled through.

The actors on set entered the combat phase. Yu Zhengfeng, as an observer, stood on the observation platform with several subordinates who came with him, hands behind his back, watching.

“Level one combat readiness!” Yu Wenrong walked with wind beneath his feet to the front of the formation, shouted loudly, then urgently blew several whistles. The alarm siren immediately blared.

All characters took their positions according to their assigned teams, formed up, and boarded the vehicles. Upon reaching the exercise destination, everyone quickly concealed themselves behind tall stacked sandbags, lying prone with guns raised, expressions focused as they stared at the comrades playing the enemy forces. At the commander’s signal, several people moved in unison to roll over and lie prone, aiming at the target and pulling the trigger.

Bang sounds exploded. Ren Jiayuan gave orders to the pyrotechnician, and immediately after, a cloud of dust erupted from the back field with a thunderous boom. Nearby sandbags were sent flying by the blast wave, countless fragments shooting in all directions, flames rising everywhere!

Although most people had mentally prepared themselves beforehand, when the real explosions actually happened, everyone was still startled.

A gust of wind blew. Zhao Kaile got smoke in his eyes, waving his hands continuously, coughing for a good while before he could look forward and see Zhan Hang’s direction. Zhan Hang seemed completely unaffected by this thunderous noise, his expression focused as he followed the plot, some dirt and ash also smeared on his face, giving him a handsome look that transcended the dishevelment.

Zhao Kaile drooled over him in his heart for a while, and before he could react, the second explosion suddenly struck. Several thunderous booms, black mist and thick smoke billowing, even more exaggerated than before. His head immediately buzzed, and he painfully covered his ears, choking on the thick smoke and coughing uncontrollably.

Ren Jiayuan roared into the walkie talkie: “Too strong! Tone it down!”

The other end apologized repeatedly, promising to pay attention next time.

Zhao Kaile moved to a place with better wind, patted a nearby assistant and asked: “Miss, how many more explosions in this scene?”

“About three or four more.” The girl turned to look at him, reached into her pocket and pulled something out: “Want earplugs? Here.”

Zhao Kaile gratefully took them: “Wow, thanks thanks.”

On set, the enemy forces continued their fierce attack. Yu Wenrong decisively shouted: “First company retreat! Hold the rear!”

The character played by Song Yiming did not immediately follow orders, lingering to fire several shots, getting hit by bullets, fake blood splattering, and exited midway. The camera cut to the several people on the observation platform. Yu Zhengfeng nodded, pointed with his finger at the person who had exited, and gave a simple evaluation in his mouth.

The exercise continued. Zhan Hang flew forward and threw himself beside his teammate, hugging him and rolling on the spot. The pyrotechnician immediately operated to make the place where the two had originally been explode, dust and debris flying in all directions. Zhan Hang accidentally inhaled a mouthful, and immediately coughed loudly.

The person playing his teammate had his back to the camera, and hurriedly asked: “You okay?”

Zhan Hang gave an “mm,” and made no extra movements.

All five explosion points safely detonated. Ren Jiayuan didn’t make things difficult, and directly gave the pass.

The moment “cut” was called, all the assistants outside the set who had been on tenterhooks nervously surrounded them, asking questions in rapid succession, checking on their artists’ conditions.

Ren Jiayuan still held the walkie talkie, listening to the other end say something hesitantly, his expression immediately becoming serious.

“Which point is it?”

“How could you not know? Hurry up and check, do you think this is a joke?”

“Not everyone has evacuated yet, don’t pull the line.”

Yu Zhengfeng’s observation platform was at the very back. His assistant had gone through tremendous effort to squeeze through all the crowds, asking with concern whether he felt dizzy. Yu Zhengfeng looked to be in a good mood, smiled and said: “Standing for so long today and my head isn’t dizzy. You still have to do things you enjoy.”

The assistant agreed: “Yes, when you’re in a good mood, everything is good.”

At the other end, Ren Jiayuan shouted at everyone: “Everyone hurry up and evacuate! There’s still one small explosion point inside that hasn’t been checked!”

At this time on set, the main cast, extras, and stunt doubles, added together numbered about a hundred people. Everyone upon hearing this, those walking in front breathed a sigh of relief, while those in back quickened their pace, all complaining in their mouths: “What’s going on? Making this kind of mistake? Does he still want to work?” “They said a new assistant was hired, and when planting explosives he overlapped with one point.” “What the hell, isn’t this making a joke of our XX’s safety? If something happens what can he pay with??”

Although it was just a small bomb with not much power, if you were too close it could still cause burns and scalds. Appearance is an artist’s soft power, and ruined appearance is no different from cutting short most of their future prospects.

Yu Zhengfeng also furrowed his brow upon hearing this. The assistant showed an anxious expression, supporting him as they walked a few quick steps.

However, amid the noise, Yu Zhengfeng suddenly felt the scene before his eyes become chaotic, the world spinning, and his steps also began to stagger. The assistant reacted extremely quickly, hurriedly supporting half his body, and shouted toward the people in front: “Teacher Yu has fainted! Someone come help carry him!”

Not far away were Yu Wenrong and his several assistants. Whether because the environment was too noisy and they didn’t hear his call, or for some other reason, these several people did not turn back.

Zhao Kaile had finally squeezed to Zhan Hang’s side. Zhan Hang still hadn’t recovered from that mouthful of smoke he had inhaled earlier, and asked him for a bottle of water, tilting his head back and pouring it fiercely into his mouth, before he felt he had come back to life.

“You okay Brother Hang?” Zhao Kaile patted his back, his face full of worry: “Why are you coughing so badly?”

Zhan Hang shook his head, coughed twice more, pointed at his own mouth, and waved his hand.

Zhao Kaile took the half finished water he had drunk, screwed the cap back on and stuffed it into his own bag, about to support him and follow the crowd. Just at this moment, he heard that shout. Zhan Hang saw him stop, and also followed his gaze to look back, seeing Yu Zhengfeng trembling as he leaned against his assistant, the situation seeming not quite right.

He let out a breath, hurriedly turned and shouted at a staff member who was directing the evacuation: “Teacher Yu has fainted! Someone come help!”

That staff member was also squeezed outside by the crowd, his face full of anxiety, seeming not to have heard clearly what he was saying, and said in his mouth: “Everyone hurry out!”

Zhao Kaile was still brewing in his throat. Zhan Hang understood his meaning, didn’t say anything more, turned and went in Yu Zhengfeng’s direction, crouching down with his back to him: “Come.”

“Teacher Zhan Hang, you alone can’t do it.” The assistant hurriedly said: “Better the two of us carry him one on each side.”

Zhan Hang said: “Stop talking nonsense, hurry up.”

Zhao Kaile jogged to catch up, helping the assistant get Yu Zhengfeng onto Zhan Hang’s back. After stabilizing, they strode forward.

The personnel outside had mostly evacuated. A staff member looked inside and saw the four of them still lagging behind, startled, and hurriedly came to receive them: “What’s going on, what’s going on?”

“Teacher Yu’s low blood pressure acted up.” The assistant spoke at rapid speed, angrily berating: “Just now not a single person came to help? If Zhan Hang hadn’t turned back, would you all have not seen there were still people left inside?”

That staff member hurriedly apologized: “No no… it was our mistake! This kind of thing absolutely will not happen again!”

The assistant said: “Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and get him out!”

“Yes yes.” The staff member shouted at the people around: “What are you still standing around for! Notify the medical team! Hurry up and bring a stretcher!”

Someone immediately responded and went.

Zhan Hang was slowly putting the person down with Zhao Kaile’s help. However, just at this moment, an explosion sound detonated. A blast wave surged from behind them, booming forward and pushing out. The several people closest to it immediately lost control and were pushed forward several steps. Screams and shouts erupted from outside! A male voice roared angrily: “Who the fuck told you to pull the line now! Are you looking to die?!”

The several people close by were not spared. One was pushed face down onto the sandbags, another crashed into the wall. Zhan Hang was already somewhat weak, and carrying Yu Zhengfeng who was not light, his feet immediately went soft, about to kneel and fall down, face hitting the ground. Zhao Kaile saw this and his heart nearly stopped beating from fright, his head buzzing blankly. Reflexively, he threw himself beneath Zhan Hang, trying to be a human cushion. This impact made his joints ache with pain, and tears immediately shot out with a biu.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and waited for a long time but the heavy pressure never came. Zhan Hang was half kneeling on the ground, one hand firmly propped on the ground, the other hand struggling to hold onto Yu Zhengfeng who was about to slide off his back. His expression was tense as he looked down at Zhao Kaile, his whole body trembling slightly, panting continuously.

“You…” Zhan Hang was also stunned, and when he reacted, his features were nearly twisted from anger, and he berated: “You idiot!”

Zhao Kaile endured the pain and got up, his eyes full of tears thinking what did I do wrong again what did I do wrong again I loyally protected my master how am I still getting scolded!

The people who had regained their calm hurriedly came forward to help. The medical team and stretcher arrived in time, clearing a path in the middle to carry Yu Zhengfeng out.

Zhan Hang was clearly still not over his anger, but didn’t take it out on Zhao Kaile anymore. He only let the little nurse from the medical team treat his wounds while pointing at the responsible person’s nose and cursing him to a bloody pulp. Zhao Kaile also sat to the side letting people apply medicine, his heart still lingering with fear as he sniffed his nose.

Song Yiming came to check on the two people’s injuries. Hearing Zhan Hang still cursing, he could only go talk to Zhao Kaile first.

“You okay?” Song Yiming looked at him strangely: “Why are you crying? It’s fine, this bomb can’t kill anyone.”

Zhao Kaile said embarrassedly: “I’m okay.”

“They said Yu Zhengfeng has low blood pressure, he was sent to the hospital just now.” Song Yiming said to him: “Thanks to you and Zhan Hang getting him out, otherwise he and his assistant would probably have gotten injured too.”

Zhao Kaile asked: “Was it the pyrotechnician’s operational error?”

Song Yiming sat down beside him on his own, raised one leg and shook it: “Probably stuffed another relative in again, probably still hiding it from Ren Jiayuan. He’s gone to hold them accountable now, tomorrow they’ll fire someone.”

Zhao Kaile still drooped his brows.

Song Yiming patted his shoulder: “Really nothing to worry about now, there won’t be any more large scale explosions after this.”

Zhao Kaile gave an “oh,” and didn’t ask anything more.

That night when returning to the hotel, Zhao Kaile had a large area of scrapes on his left arm. The moment it touched water, it hurt so much he hissed and sucked in air.

Zhao Kaiming had recovered a lot. When he video called him and saw it, he couldn’t help frowning: “What’s going on? How did you do this again?”

“A little accident happened on set.” Zhao Kaile grinned: “Nothing serious, are you better?”

Zhao Kaiming said while munching an apple: “Much better. Those classmates of yours often bring fruit to see me. When you go out, you must properly thank them.”

Zhao Kaile said: “Of course…”

The two brothers chatted idly for a while, and a new message came in on WeChat. It was from Zhan Hang.