167: Chapter 167: The First Appearance in Feathered Outfit – That Shot Was Real!

"Attention all departments!"

"Clear the set!"

"Everyone not involved, move behind the yellow line!"

Following Director Liu's command through the megaphone, the bustling playground instantly fell silent.

All eyes focused on the makeshift stage.

The most socially awkward, chuunibyou, and classic scene of the whole film was about to happen—Xia Luo forcibly kissing Qiu Ya.

The sun was bright, the breeze was gentle.

It was the perfect time to "show off."

"Actors in position!"

Su Zhe took a deep breath and adjusted the "battle robe" that terrified the entire crew.

In that instant, with his movement, dozens of colorful rooster tail feathers exploded in the sunlight, giving off an eerie oily sheen.

"I have to say..." Su Zhe looked at the fluff on his cuffs narcissistically, "The texture of real feathers is just different. This luster, this flow. It's practically a budget version of Victoria's Secret wings!"

However, Zhao Xiaoxiao, standing opposite him, was on the verge of tears.

As "Qiu Ya," she had to maintain elegance, reserve, and that standard "green tea smile." But heaven knew how hard she was holding back.

As Su Zhe approached, a unique scent—a mixture of hot glue, aged dust, and the pungent body odor of twenty roosters—drifted with the wind, mercilessly drilling into her nose.

"Director Su..." Zhao Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, maintaining her smile, "Could you... stop shaking? If you shake any more, I'm going to throw up. This smell is too overwhelming!"

Su Zhe raised an eyebrow and whispered so only the two of them could hear, "Hold it! This is the smell of male hormones. Also, this is a forced kiss later. You need to show fear, resistance, but also be overwhelmed by my dominance. That expression of wanting to throw up but not daring to... it's perfect!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao: "..." Perfect your head!

Action!

As the clapperboard fell, Su Zhe instantly got into character.

He held his head high like a proud rooster and strode to the microphone.

"Hey! Hey!" He tapped the microphone, and his voice spread throughout the school through the low-quality speakers.

"Since everyone wants to hear it so much, I'll embarrass myself. An original poem—'someone like me'... no, 'Son Beats Father'!"

In the audience, hundreds of extras looked at him expressionlessly.

Su Zhe wasn't embarrassed. He looked up at the sky with deep affection and recited with great emotion, "Qiu Ya! You are so beautiful! Just like this roast chicken... no, just like this cloud! I want to give you a home! I want to have a bunch of... little chicks with you!"

Behind the monitor, Director Liu covered her face in pain.

"These lines... he made them up on the spot, right? That's not what was written in the script!"

That's right. Su Zhe had forgotten his lines. But he wasn't panicked at all. Xia Luo's character was an uncultured punk anyway; the worse the poem, the more realistic it seemed!

"Enough!" Teacher Wang on stage finally couldn't listen anymore and rushed up to stop him.

Su Zhe's eyes sharpened. The time had come! He turned around abruptly and grabbed Zhao Xiaoxiao by the shoulders.

In that instant, chicken feathers flew everywhere. The smell exploded.

Zhao Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. The horror in her eyes didn't need acting; it was physiological fear.

"Qiu Ya, I love you!" Su Zhe roared, then leaned in regardless.

Of course, as a director with a family and principles, he cleverly used camera angles at the last moment.

His lips brushed past Zhao Xiaoxiao's cheek, and he even thoughtfully used his hand to block it.

But on camera, it was an incredibly domineering, irresistible forced kiss.

Ugh!

Zhao Xiaoxiao struggled desperately. Half because the script required it, and half because... those chicken feathers on Su Zhe's collar were stuffed right into her nostrils.

It was too itchy. It was too stinky. Help!

"Good, perfect!" Director Liu watched the monitor, clapping her thighs in excitement.

This scene, this sense of conflict. Especially Zhao Xiaoxiao's teary-eyed expression of wanting to die but not being able to. It perfectly portrayed the shame and anger of being forcibly kissed.

However, before she could yell "Cut," a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from the other end of the playground.

"Xia... Luo!!!"

This roar pierced through stone. It was louder than Su Zhe's megaphone earlier.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

Not far away, a figure wearing a blue and white school uniform with a high ponytail stood there like a Valkyrie descended from heaven.

It was Ma Dongmei, or rather, Lin Qingxue, who was fully in character.

Lin Qingxue's eyes were burning with fire, staring fixedly at the back of the person on stage who was still "forcing a kiss."

Although she knew it was a camera trick, although she knew it was acting, but... seeing Su Zhe dressed like a peacock, fawning over another woman, the fire in her heart couldn't be suppressed.

"You dare kiss her? You've never kissed me like that!" Lin Qingxue gritted her teeth.

Her right hand tightly gripped the professional competition javelin that had just been polished until it shone. Muscles tensed, power accumulated.

"Xia Luo, I want your life!"

Run-up. Crossover step. Drawing the spear. This set of movements was fluid and standard, as if she were aiming for an Olympic gold medal.

Whoosh... With a shrill sound of tearing air, that javelin, carrying the diva's anger and Ma Dongmei's resentment, turned into a silver lightning bolt and headed straight for the stage!

On stage, Su Zhe was preparing to end this camera-trick kiss and spit out the chicken feather in his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back.

"What the hell?" Su Zhe instinctively pushed Zhao Xiaoxiao aside and threw himself onto the ground as if electrocuted.

Thud! A dull sound. Right where he had been standing, a silver javelin was deeply embedded in the wooden floor of the stage. The tail of the spear was still vibrating violently, making a "buzzing" sound.

It was less than two centimeters from Su Zhe's heel. If he had laid down 0.1 seconds later, he wouldn't be Xia Luo anymore. He would be a kebab.

The whole scene was dead silent. Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at the vibrating javelin, her face turned pale, and her legs went weak, causing her to sit directly on the ground.

Su Zhe lay on the ground, looking at the javelin, then looked back at Lin Qingxue, who was still maintaining her throwing posture in the distance. His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

"This... this was really aimed to kill? Lin Qingxue! Are you murdering your husband?"

In the distance, Lin Qingxue didn't seem to expect her throw to be so powerful. She was stunned for a moment, but soon, seeing Su Zhe's pathetic state, the fire in her heart didn't die down but burned even brighter.

"You didn't get hit? You're lucky!" Saying that, she actually grabbed a brick from the nearby equipment rack.

"Xia Luo! If you have the guts, don't run! I'll definitely cripple you today!"

After speaking, she strode over with her long legs like a whirlwind. That momentum was even scarier than the javelin.

"Mommy!" Su Zhe let out a weird cry. He didn't care about his director image anymore. He scrambled up from the ground, wrapped his chicken feather costume tight, and ran for his life.

"Help! The crazy woman is killing people!"

Thus, on the playground of Xihong City No. 3 Middle School, a chase scene worthy of film history was staged.

In front, a big rooster wearing a colorful chicken feather costume was running wildly. As it ran, feathers fell from its body, as if it were snowing colorful snow.

Behind, a Valkyrie with a high ponytail in a school uniform, holding a brick, was in hot pursuit.

"Stop! If you run again, I'll break your legs!"

"Wife, it's acting. It's a camera trick, I didn't kiss her!"

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening!"

Behind the monitor, Director Liu didn't yell cut. The cameraman didn't stop filming. Everyone was watching with great interest.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Yin Hua stood by, shaking his hair and sighing, "This is acting. Look at Director Su's escape posture. How pathetic, how realistic, he acted out that fear of Ma Dongmei that is carved into his bones! And Teacher Lin. That look, that killing intent. If it weren't true love, how could she act so deeply?"

Only Tie Niu next to him scratched his head and asked honestly, "I think... Director Su seems to be really running for his life? If that brick hits, can Director Su still eat braised pork tonight?"

Director Liu drank some water calmly, "Don't worry. This is 'beating is affection, scolding is love.' We just need to be responsible for putting this segment... into the final cut without editing. This is a god-level long take that can't be filmed again in this lifetime!"

Twenty minutes later, in a corner of the playground, Su Zhe sat limply on the grass, panting. The chicken feather costume on him was already half bald, like a defeated rooster that had just finished fighting.

Lin Qingxue sat next to him. The brick in her hand had been thrown away, but her face was still flushed. Half from running, half from anger.

"Calm down?" Su Zhe carefully handed over a bottle of water.

Lin Qingxue rolled her eyes at him, took the water, and took a big gulp, "I'll spare you this time. Next time if you dare to arrange this kind of scene..." She pointed to the javelin still stuck in the floor in the distance, "I won't aim for the ground."

Su Zhe only felt a chill in his pants. He quickly clamped his legs together and nodded repeatedly, "I won't, I definitely won't! Next time, if there is a kissing scene in the script, I will delete it all. Or change it all to film with you."

Lin Qingxue's movements paused. She turned her head, her eyes dodging, "Who... who wants to film with you..." Although she said that, the slightly raised corners of her mouth betrayed her mood at the moment.

Su Zhe chuckled and struck while the iron was hot, "So this scene... counts as passed?"

Lin Qingxue hummed, stood up, and patted the dirt off her butt, "Considering you ran so handsomely just now, it passed."

Su Zhe breathed a long sigh of relief. He finally saved his life. He looked at the chicken feathers all over the ground, then looked at the crew cleaning up equipment in the distance. A sense of heroism suddenly surged in his heart.

The hardest part was finished. This movie. It was settled!

"Attention all departments!" Su Zhe picked up the half-bald megaphone again and shouted with full energy, "The scenes here are wrapped! Tonight, the whole crew, we're eating chicken!"

Roar!

Cheers rang through the clouds. Only those twenty plucked roosters left regretful tears in heaven.