Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

As time went by, Huan Yang simply brought him some snacks and sunscreen every day, without doing anything out of line.

Seeing Pan Yang lying on the chair with his eyes closed, resting, I felt a little helpless. This person probably wouldn't give up easily anytime soon.

He then walked out of the studio. Today's scenes were few but mostly action scenes, and he also needed to be suspended by wires, making them quite challenging.

The weather was very hot, and almost everyone was feeling irritable, just wanting to finish work as soon as possible.

It must be said that Zhou Yang's acting skills were quite good. For a moment, everyone forgot about the heat and stared intently at Zhou Yang fighting with several assassins. Finally, when one of the assassins turned to escape, Zhou Yang used his lightness skill to chase after him.

Just then, Zhou Yang felt his body sink. It was over!

"Ah!" Some of the more timid crew members couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhou Yang had already closed his eyes, accepting the fact that he might break his bones, but he felt himself fall into someone's arms. However, because of the height difference, the person was so heavy that they almost couldn't hold him.

But he still vaguely heard a snapping sound. Pan Yang gasped and quickly put Zhou Yang on the ground, his own arm!

After everyone realized what had happened, they quickly called 120. No one saw when Pan Yang arrived. To be honest, they were really shocked. But thanks to Pan Yang, Zhou Yang was not seriously injured.

However, it was the impact that caused the minor fracture to Pan Yang's right arm. This accident was the biggest worry for the director, as the filming hadn't even finished before the incident occurred.

What surprised everyone was that Pan Yang did not delay filming and continued acting despite his injury. Everyone felt that he was very dedicated.

But for Fan Yang, such a minor injury was nothing. As a powerful figure, could he back down? No!

When Yi Fa learned about this, he was extremely worried. Every weekend, the first thing he did was come to the film set to watch Pan Yang film.

Zhou Yang had just finished filming part of his scenes when he came down to the shed and saw Pan Yang sitting in a chair, warning Yi Fa to behave himself and not cause trouble.

He took a deep breath: "Thank you for saving me."

Pan Yang looked at him and said, "Oh." What's the use of thanking me? You're not going to marry me!

Zhou Yang suddenly felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Uncle, you got injured saving him?" Yi Fa blinked, looking Zhou Yang up and down. Handsome! But not as handsome as his uncle, nor as handsome as his mother!

Pan Yang glanced at Yi Fa, nodded, and continued fiddling with his phone. He was just a poor, lonely big shot. Sure enough, big shots are always lonely. He would play a game of King of Glory to relieve his loneliness.

"Isn't it like the plot of TV dramas, where he repays his uncle's life-saving grace by marrying him?"

Pan Yang immediately put down his phone, patted Yi Fa on the shoulder with his left hand, and said, "Kid, your uncle supports your idea. It has potential."

Zhou Yang felt conflicted upon hearing this. This nephew and uncle were practically identical. He took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for saving me anyway."

Then he took out a bank card: "Here's the money. I'll recommend you to any good resources you may come across in the future."

"Is my uncle such a greedy person?!" Yi Fa slammed his hand on the table, his slightly chubby face puffed up with anger, which was also quite cute: "You're insulting my uncle with money."

001: "..." Host, what the hell kind of nonsense did you teach Yi Fa!

Zhou Yang was taken aback by Yi Fa's words. He looked at Pan Yang in disbelief: "You taught him?"

Yi Fa spoke first: "It wasn't my uncle who taught me. I learned it myself from watching TV dramas. The girls on TV said that what you did was insulting!" Although he still didn't quite understand what insult meant.

"You silly child." Zhou Yang glanced helplessly at Pan Yang and then at Yi Fa: "You two are really like uncle and nephew. Pan Yang, we can be friends, but I'm sorry, I don't like boys."

"Why?" Yi asked again, "Because my uncle is very handsome."

"There's no reason why, I just don't like boys." Zhou Yang straightened his expression: "So don't joke about liking me anymore, and don't do anything so dangerous."

Now, Pan Yang sat up straight in his chair: "You think I'm joking?"

Zhou Yang nodded. Otherwise, how could someone say they like someone they've only known for a few days, especially since they're both guys? He could only assume that this person was joking or just creating a fake couple image for entertainment.

Pan Yang stared at him silently for a long time. Zhou Yang felt a little uneasy for no reason. His first reaction was whether he had done something wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

Finally, Pan Yang stopped looking at him and continued fiddling with her phone.

Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt empty inside, as if something was missing.

Yi Fa snorted coldly: "There are plenty of people who like my uncle, but my uncle doesn't like you at all!"

As he spoke, he patted Pan Yang on the shoulder: "Uncle, we won't play with him, he's a bad person."

Zhou Yang felt a tightness in his chest, wondering how he had become the bad guy.

After filming for several more months, the movie was almost finished. Everyone watched the final scenes with bated breath.

Pan Yang, dressed in official robes, stood in the center of the main hall of the palace. Although his army had been completely defeated and even his ministers had defected, he remained calm.

Zhou Yang, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, pointed his sword at Fan Yang: "The Prime Minister is indeed shrewd; even when faced with imminent danger, he shows no fear whatsoever."

"As expected." Pan Yang said calmly, then took a few steps forward without any fear of the sword. The sword pierced his shoulder and blood flowed out instantly.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty kill me immediately? I've been longing for this day for so long." He ended his own life. He had experienced many changes since childhood and relied on his own methods to become the prime minister step by step, eliminating all the people he hated.

He did not feel relieved but rather more lost and lonely. That's why he did not suppress the new emperor immediately when he ascended the throne, but watched him grow stronger step by step.

This was the day he had been waiting for. His enemy was dead, and he himself held a high position of power. It seemed that he had no reason to stay in this world anymore.

Looking at the broad smile on Pan Yang's face, Zhou Yang felt a chill run down his spine: "What do you mean? You're a treacherous minister."

"Yes, I am a treacherous minister." Fan Yang's eyes were dark and calm, but Zhou Yang saw a trace of sadness in them.

"Hmph, a treacherous official like you should be executed in the street, and your crimes should be listed one by one."

Pan Yang sighed, "Why can't you just kill me with your own hands?" Before Zhou Yang could speak, he suddenly rammed into the sword, which pierced his arm.

Despite the pain, Pan Yang stared blankly at Zhou Yang, reaching out to touch his face, but before he could reach him, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You took poison?" Zhou Yang was shocked, but the man was no longer able to answer him and collapsed to the ground, losing all his strength.

At this moment, the king was bewildered. What did the prime minister's last look mean? Why did he seem to be waiting for him to kill him? Why did he take poison? He had no idea.

At this moment, he felt a dull ache in his heart, wondering what he had missed.

"Cut!" The director's voice pulled everyone out of the play.