Chapter 117 My Husband is So Amazing
Bai Ran's voice was so penetrating, so tragic, as if a life-threatening accident had occurred.
For a moment, everyone stopped what they were doing, wondering what had caused Bai Ran's scream.
It turned out that during the game, Yang Junyi was not as physically strong as Chi Yanzhou, but he was too stubborn and lost his balance, falling to the ground.
The players stopped playing the game and went to Yang Junyi's side to check on him and see if he was injured.
Yang Junyi lay on his back on the ground, propped up on his legs, covering his face with his hands, his lips curved into a bitter smile.
Song Shiwei, who was some distance away, jogged over and asked, "Teacher Yang, stop showing off! How are you? Are you hurt?"
Before Yang Junyi could answer with his jaw clenched, Bai Ran had already knelt down beside him, her eyes urgent and her voice hoarse.
"What are you doing?! Why aren't you careful?! My husband is injured!"
The production team was so frightened that they all gathered around, fearing that the artist might get injured on the show.
Chi Yanzhou frowned and didn't say anything, but walked over with his hands on his hips to take a look.
Zhang Yulin squatted down to examine Yang Junyi's feet, touching several spots, and then calmly said...
"It's nothing, I'm not injured, just a little scrape."
It was supposed to be a scrape, but Zhang Yulin wouldn't have noticed the wound if he hadn't stared at it so intently.
Yang Junyi was still lying on the ground, covering his face and smiling bitterly, it was unclear whether he felt embarrassed or hadn't had enough of showing off.
Bai Ran thought her husband was injured and was heartbroken, so she screamed in a high-pitched voice.
"Can you please be more careful when playing games! My husband's body is very precious! If he gets hurt, he'll be the one who suffers, and I'll be the one heartbroken!"
[Our Bai Yang couple is so sweet! Bai Ran cares so much for her husband, it breaks my heart. How could Chi Yanzhou be so careless!]
Is Bai Ran alright? Didn't we say she wasn't injured...?
[Minor accidents are prone to happen in games, and nothing happened, so why make such a fuss?]
[Chi Yanzhou is a senior, how dare she speak like that?]
Song Shiwei frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
I called out once just now, but I didn't take it seriously because I was worried about Yang Junyi's health.
Now that everything's alright, why is that shrill little loudspeaker still blaring here?
Song Shiwei immediately hugged her little darling to protect her, and began to speak sarcastically.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect my husband to be so strong. With just a gentle tug, Brother Yang fell down. How can he be so fragile?"
You probably don't exercise much, right? I don't see any abs, and your lower back strength is definitely lacking. I guess the muscles in your upper body are all artificially created?
"Brother Yang, aren't you tired?"
Chi Yanzhou smiled as he looked at Song Shiwei, who had stood up for him, and felt a sense of comfort in his heart.
Bai Ran blushed, rolled her eyes, and looked somewhat unconvinced.
"My husband is very capable; you guys were just too careless!"
Chi Yanzhou didn't continue to indulge him and switched to his sarcastic mode.
"If you're so afraid of getting injured, you must use a stunt double a lot when you're acting, right? Why don't you go to the hospital to get it checked out? If you wait any longer, the wound will have healed."
[Haha, my Zhou Ge and Wei Jie are still performing consistently well.]
Bai Ran is making a fuss over nothing; actors shouldn't be so delicate.
I had heard before that Yang Junyi often used a stunt double on set.
[He really has no muscles, just a skinny chicken! Please, male celebrities in the Chinese entertainment industry, take a cue from Brother Zhou!]
Song Shiwei picked up the shoe that Yang Junyi had just thrown away, held something with disdain, and deliberately spoke loudly.
"Brother Yang, really! No wonder you fell. With such thick insoles in your shoes, how could you possibly stand up?!"
Song Shiwei was holding a five or six-centimeter-long shoe insert, which she was blatantly waving in front of the camera.
Yang Junyi sat up abruptly, his bitter smile gone, and he felt like crying.
Bai Ran snatched the shoes back, still a little annoyed, and secretly glared at Song Shiwei.
"Why did you take my husband's shoes?!"
“I’m worried your husband’s feet will get cold, and then he’ll blame us.”
[Height-increasing insoles? And so thick?]
[Hahahaha, Sister Wei definitely did it on purpose!]
Yang Junyi's height is indeed an unsolved mystery in the entertainment industry.
[Hilarious! Standing on such a high platform, aren't you afraid of twisting your ankle? And you dare blame others for this?]
Yang Junyi offered an explanation that only served to cover up the truth.
"This is how these shoes are, which is why I can't exert any force. Under normal circumstances, this is definitely not how they perform."
The others chuckled and didn't answer. Bai Ran clung to Yang Junyi's arm and secretly glared at Song Shiwei and Chi Yanzhou several times, clearly holding a grudge.
Song Shiwei isn't a good person either; she doesn't play the game of superficiality and doesn't care about being on camera.
If you make me uncomfortable, I'll go crazy and stop caring.
"Sister Ran, stop glaring at me. I'm afraid your eyes will cramp up. I didn't expect you to be so petty!"
Is it really necessary? Are you so easily offended? Why don't you just quit halfway through? If you get injured again, you'll curse us to death!
The camera focused on Bai Ran, who was smiling awkwardly, her face twitching slightly.
"No, my eyes are just a little uncomfortable. I got a bit emotional just now, but I didn't really take it to heart."
Yang Junyi looked at Bai Ran, his jawline tightening again.
"Ranran cares about me too much. You guys don't have as deep a relationship as us, so you probably don't understand. If I get hurt even a little bit, Ranran will feel heartbroken and cry."
To avoid making her cry, I often endured the pain. A man has to learn to be strong.
The expressions on the other people's faces were varied, and they seemed to want to say something but held back.
Song Shiwei rolled her eyes and deliberately explained, "My eyes are a little uncomfortable."
Chi Yanzhou also made a pretentious remark, "It's truly heartbreaking to hear and tearful to see; it makes me feel a bit nauseous."
The game came to an end, and all four groups of guests received their dinner ingredients.
So for the rest of the time, everyone went back to their own houses to cook.
Chi Yanzhou and Song Shiwei had a particularly abundant supply of ingredients, including aquatic and terrestrial foods, fruits, vegetables, and various kinds of meat.
I took my small tent and found an open space to start setting it up.
Of course, it was mainly Chi Yanzhou who did the work, while Song Shiwei sat cross-legged on the ground, digging out watermelon to eat, and being very attentive with her words.
"Wow! Brother Zhou! You're amazing! You can even set up a tent, is there anything you can't do?"
Chi Yanzhou's strong arms were muscular and gleamed with a sexy glow in the afterglow of the setting sun.
“I’ve filmed soldiers before and trained in the military for a few months, so I’ve learned all of that.”
"You're taking this way too seriously! Brother Zhou, you're really responsible. You must have gotten hurt quite a few times. Some people can't do this, or they'd be crying and screaming."
[Hahaha, I won't say who Sister Wei is subtly implying.]
Don't mess with our petty Wei Jie, she can verbally abuse you to your face and behind your back.
[If this role is given to Yang Junyi, isn't that just a stunt double job?]
Seemingly remembering something, Chi Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, his hands still moving, looking at Song Shiwei beside him with a playful expression, in a very good mood.
"What did you call me when you stood up for me just now?"
Song Shiwei quickly figured out what Chi Yanzhou was talking about, without being pretentious at all.
She sat in the afterglow, her cheeks flushed slightly by the setting sun, an apple in one hand, her laughter unrestrained and exuberant, and she called out crisply—
"husband!"
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