A Star Who Can Do Everything Except Filming (13): 

When Fang Huai came rushing back, panting and carrying a lotus leaf as big as a person, the scene he saw was unbearably awkward.

The Daughter of the World stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the rabbit not far away whose brain had been pierced by an arrow, while everyone stood across from her with unreadable expressions.

“What… happened?” Fang Huai asked as he walked over.

The female doctor didn’t bother being polite with him and said directly, “Didn’t I tell you to protect your fiancée? Why are you only showing up now?”

Still stupidly holding a lotus leaf in his hands, no one could tell if he had come to rescue someone or to watch the show. His reaction was far too slow.

Fang Huai said, “…I don’t know.”

He had been picking leaves, while Zheng Shi stood motionless in the distance, not helping at all. Suddenly, Zheng Shi shouted “Fang Huai, you bastard!” before turning and running off. By the time Fang Huai realized what was going on, Zheng Shi was already gone, leaving him baffled.

Netizens also found it hilarious: “That rabbit was clearly after Zheng Shi, but he managed to dump the blame on Fang Huai, as if Fang Huai had lured it over.”

“I have to say, these two really are a perfect match—in every sense.”

Zheng Shi still refused to believe that he had been saved by Si Qi. His face turned pale and green as soon as he saw Fang Huai, scolding him for being useless, saying Fang Huai had endangered him and still hadn’t bothered to save him. Fang Huai was left with question marks all over his face, almost unable to maintain his gentle façade. He darkened and didn’t argue back, but in his frustration finally defended himself: “How was I supposed to know you ran into a beast? If you wanted me to save you, you at least had to run toward me!”

Zheng Shi blurted out, “You’re such a useless weakling, what’s the point of running to you? Of course I could only run to Chu Feng!”

Fang Huai’s face turned green on the spot. Observant viewers even noticed his body trembling slightly, proof that he was truly furious.

Chu Feng carried the wind rabbit over to Si Qi and said, “I didn’t know you could use a bow.”

Now, with Si Qi capable of handling himself, Chu Feng no longer had to worry too much when traveling outdoors—at least Si Qi had some means of self-defense.

Si Qi tilted his nose up proudly and told Chu Feng, “I didn’t know either! But I’m a genius. Once I see it, I can do it!”

Everyone was astonished. “That was your first time using one?”

“Where did you learn it, then? Did a teacher show you before?”

Si Qi said matter-of-factly, “I learned from a video! Remember Lin Beipo’s battle, when Chu Feng used a bow?”

Everyone: “You mean General Chu’s battle video?”

Professor Bai teased, “How many times did you watch that video before you got so skilled that you could actually use it yourself? Don’t tell me you were imitating it shot by shot while watching.”

“If it wasn’t at least a hundred times, I don’t believe it.” The lawyer chimed in with a laugh, even making a joke: “Maybe even a hundred times wouldn’t do it. After all, Si Qi’s good at everything except imitating other characters when acting, otherwise where would that Golden Toilet Award at home have come from?”

Everyone burst into laughter. Fans of the general quickly dug up the battle video.

They compared Chu Feng’s movements in the footage with Si Qi’s archery form just now, even using software to overlay the two videos. When they saw the two figures moving identically, they were stunned and shared the discovery in the bullet comments: “Oh my god! I just compared the videos and found that Si Qi’s movements are exactly the same as the general’s! Not a single difference!!”

“If it weren’t for their different heights and builds, I’d think they were the same person!!”

“Even the general himself might not manage to make his movements identical every single time he shoots!”

“Si Qi really can do everything except his actual profession!”

Everyone laughed and teased him a bit, ignoring Zheng Shi’s ashen face. They packed meat and mushrooms in the lotus leaves and set off again.

With another fighter in the group, the journey became more relaxed. They even had the mood to “tease” Si Qi, asking what other videos he had watched, whether he knew all of Chu Feng’s battles by heart.

Si Qi at first stubbornly denied it, pretending he hadn’t watched deliberately, but Professor Bai and the others easily exposed him: “Then how come in the compatibility test you answered everything exactly the same as the fans online?” He was so flustered he bared his teeth in frustration.

“I even know how the general got the scar on the back of his hand, but you don’t, Si Qi. Looks like you’re not qualified enough as a fan,” the female doctor said with a smile.

Sure enough, Si Qi couldn’t stand the provocation. He lifted his chin and declared, “Of course I know! I know it all perfectly well!”

Then he pointed at Chu Feng’s shoulder and began counting them one by one: “This was from the 2002 battle on the outskirts of Lasvit, when Chu Feng led his squad against the beasts attacking the town, saving thousands of civilians. He had to lie in the hospital for over a month to recover, and was promoted to second lieutenant afterwards.

“This one was from the 2006 Battle of Magra. His arm was nearly bitten off by a beast, but he kept fighting in a week-long battle and was covered head to toe in blood by the end. Because the treatment was rushed, his left hand still hasn’t fully recovered, leaving a lifelong disability.

“The scar on his brow came during post-disaster reconstruction, when he saved a boy and was clawed by a beast. The wound was so deep it exposed bone, half his face covered in blood.

“…And the most serious one was this wound on his chest, when a steel bar pierced through into his organs. Even so, he killed the beast before collapsing, vomiting blood. The last thing he said before losing consciousness was to order his men to protect the civilians… The post-surgery complications kept him in the hospital for over three months. He went through countless surgeries, tests, treatments, and as soon as he regained a little strength, he rushed into rehabilitation to get back to the front line. Because he was the corps commander, he had to stay with his soldiers at all times, vigilant against beast invasions, never daring to rest.”

Si Qi’s voice softened as he recounted Chu Feng’s experiences.

At first people smiled, thinking he was just showing off how much he knew about Chu Feng. But the more they listened, the quieter they grew. Seeing Chu Feng’s scars exposed one by one—the ones on his arms, his brow—their noses stung with unexpected emotion.

A netizen wrote: “I realized I didn’t know Chu General had done so much for us. I only knew his most famous battles, thought he looked so cool on camera slaying beasts, so reliable. I never thought about how much he went through off-camera.”

“Generals only become generals by rising from ordinary soldiers, earning merit battle by battle, through countless dangerous fights. But I never considered the weight behind that title. I only thought he looked impressive and powerful…”

“Last year I accidentally crushed my fingernail and cried from the pain, couldn’t even work, and hated the person who hurt me for a long time. But looking at Chu General now, I feel so ashamed. If he hadn’t been injured again and again to shield us, how could we live carefree lives, worrying only about what to eat or wear? The comfort we enjoy is thanks to him and all the soldiers. Without them, there’d be no peace.”

“I really admire Chu General, and I respect our soldiers even more now. They are our pride.”

“When I graduate, I want to join the army. I want to become someone as great as Chu General.”

“I used to think it was shameful that Chu General wasn’t working seriously and came on variety shows just to make money. I was wrong. While I was living comfortably under his protection, watching entertainment streams, I criticized him for enjoying normal activities. How could I think that way…”

More and more netizens shared their truest, softest thoughts, and gratitude toward Chu Feng and all soldiers grew.

Si Qi’s words climbed to the top of trending searches: #CountingTheScarsGeneralChuSufferedForUs# More and more people joined the discussion. Many cried while watching Si Qi’s video, seeing all the scars across Chu Feng’s body.

“I used to think this celebrity had a bad personality and was annoying, couldn’t understand why fans liked him. Now I get it. He’s made me realize so many things I ignored before, changed my perspective. Isn’t that what celebrities should do—set a positive influence? He did it.”

“General Chu really went through so much… just hearing it hurts me so much…”

“To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. We only see his glory, never the blood and sweat behind it. Thank you, soldiers—you are the most lovable people!”

The netizens’ comments were deeply emotional. Some soldiers on rotation sat in their barracks watching the video, eyes reddening as they read the words of support, feeling prouder than ever of their profession.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng’s adjutant hid in the office with his phone, secretly wiping away tears.

He knew better than anyone how difficult Chu Feng’s years had been, and how critical his condition was after the recent mental power upheaval.

Seeing Si Qi’s words stir so much love and support for Chu Feng, the adjutant’s heart softened completely.

Already fond of Si Qi, the adjutant’s impression of him now shifted from friendly to respectful, because he knew Si Qi truly deserved it.

Of course, this also deepened his hatred for the father and son who were waiting like vultures to take over everything once Chu Feng died. Those two would surely face retribution. As soon as Chu Feng’s mental strength stabilized, he would never let them off.

After Si Qi finished speaking, the online discussions buzzed. The people present at the scene were visibly moved and said in unison: “General Chu, thank you for your hardships.”

Chu Feng buttoned his collar again and said calmly, “There’s no such thing as hardship. It’s my duty.”

Everyone’s expressions softened, and their gazes toward him held not just respect but also tenderness and closeness.

Even though Chu Feng still seemed aloof and not fond of talking, as long as they remembered he was always protecting them, they no longer felt any distance from him. Instead, a natural sense of trust, like that for family, arose.

—After all, he is a soldier!

Standing to the side, Fang Huai wore a complicated expression, head lowered and body turned slightly away, clearly unwilling to join in the conversation.

The more others praised Chu Feng’s nobility and greatness, the more despicable and shameful Fang Huai’s previous scheme—urging Si Qi to kill Chu Feng—seemed by comparison. No one wants to admit something like that, no matter how vile their character might be.

The Daughter of the World secretly rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Taking this kind of thing seriously… what a bunch of fools.” The live broadcast cameras caught it all, and the audience’s dislike of her plummeted completely.

“Bad personality and low education, those you can still put up with, but looking down on soldiers is unforgivable.”

“This is exactly what they mean by ‘eating from the bowl and cursing the cook.’”

“The duke is really unlucky, to have a daughter like this.”

The netizens continued their verbal assault on the Daughter of the World the whole way. Xiu Xiu watched in amazement as the power of the world on her body kept dropping, finding it unbelievable.

This was truly the most reckless and clueless “child of the world” Xiu Xiu had ever seen—an expert at courting disaster.

By the time Si Qi and the others trekked along the path, carefully avoiding beasts and struggling through countless dangers to finally reach the campsite before sunset, the netizens had spent the entire afternoon enjoying what felt like a wilderness survival tutorial. They were thrilled, while the guests themselves were exhausted.

Seeing that the female doctor, being a woman, did not have as much stamina as the men, Professor Bai and the others told her to rest in camp while they went to gather firewood and fetch water, and set up the camp’s basic facilities.

The female doctor didn’t refuse, but while Si Qi and the others went out searching for firewood, she took it upon herself to tidy the camp’s equipment, organizing the cookware and tents, busying herself no less than Si Qi’s group.

That made the sight of the Daughter of the World sitting idly on a rock with her hands empty all the more glaring.

She had walked all day and was parched. Spotting Si Qi’s water flask nearby, she didn’t bother asking him, just grabbed it and gulped down the water. Looking at the mosquito bites on her wrists and neck, she started cursing in anger and called over to the busy female doctor: “Didn’t you say earlier you had herbs for mosquito bites? Bring me some.”

The female doctor straightened up and wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Wait a moment. Preparing the herbs takes time. Let me finish here first, or else when Si Qi and the others come back they won’t even have a place to rest.”

The Daughter of the World complained, “They can just do it themselves when they get back. Why are you working so hard by yourself? They told you to rest, but you’re trying to act busy, making me look lazy in comparison. Are you trying to make yourself out to be some virtuous hard-working woman at my expense?”

The female doctor: “……”

She knew the duke’s daughter was a piece of work, but hadn’t expected her to be this bad.

The Daughter of the World continued, “You were going to prepare the herbs anyway, and they aren’t just for me. It’s for everyone, right? So if you do it now, I’ll suffer less. Isn’t that for the good of all?”

The female doctor: “……”

She had no idea how netizens were reacting. She only knew she couldn’t openly clash with a duke’s daughter on camera. So she said tactfully, “The herbs are over there. They’re simple to prepare. I’ll show you how, and you can try it yourself.”

Zheng Shi frowned. “Do it myself? Aren’t you the doctor? Isn’t your job to heal people? You’re just making excuses because you don’t want to help me!”

The female doctor: “……”

Seeing that Zheng Shi was determined to argue, she sighed, picked out some herbs from the bundle Si Qi’s group had gathered, found a suitable stone and wooden stick, and began grinding them on a few lotus leaves.

Zheng Shi immediately grew upset. “Hey, hey, what are you doing? You’re making stuff for me like that? It’s filthy!!”

The female doctor, having held back long enough, finally lost patience. “Then find me a clean container yourself. Out here, I only have these raw materials.”

“What’s with your attitude?!”

She put down the makeshift tools and said flatly, “That’s my attitude. Right now I’m a guest on this show, just like you. I’m not your personal doctor. I can help, but I’m under no obligation to serve you.”

Zheng Shi jumped up from the rock, craning her neck and pointing at the female doctor’s nose, shouting, “Believe it or not, I’ll make sure you can never work again after this show ends! I want to see which hospital would hire a disobedient, unethical woman like you!”

The female doctor sneered. “I run my own clinic. Save your threats. And the empire isn’t ruled by your family’s word alone. You’re overestimating yourself.”

Zheng Shi snapped, “I am a duke’s daughter! My fiancé is the future general! I am the most noble person in this country! And you—what are you?!”

The female doctor rolled her eyes, realizing that her earlier attempts at patience were stupid. People like this only take advantage and never stop. She should never have given her the chance.

“Even if you were the duke himself and your husband really did become a general, you’d still have no right to order others around. And right now, you’re just a fresh graduate with no job, your fiancé is unemployed, and you have less ability to fend for yourself than anyone here—yet you boss others around. Where does your confidence come from? Your family? Don’t you find that shameful? Do you know people like you are usually called parasites?”

Zheng Shi’s face turned livid, as if she had been grievously insulted. She trembled and screeched, “Shut up!”

The female doctor said, “Even if you ask me, I don’t feel like saying more. I’ve got work to do, or else Si Qi and the others won’t have a proper place to rest.”

She shot Zheng Shi a dismissive glance, then turned and met Si Qi’s smiling eyes, along with Professor Bai and the others.

The female doctor suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. “Uh… well…”

Being overheard while scolding someone left her uneasy, even if she was in the right. She felt guilty, as though she had done something wrong.

But before she could explain, Professor Bai and the others gave her sympathetic looks that seemed to say, “We understand, you’ve had it rough.” They imagined the kind of torment Zheng Shi must have put her through to make her lose her temper. Without asking anything, they brought over firewood and water, even praising her: “We told you to rest, but you went ahead and got everything organized for us!”

“Here’s a pot! Great, looks like we can eat something good tonight.”

“Qiao, I cut my hand just now. Can you help me with the wound?”

Snapping back to herself, the female doctor quickly answered, “Yes, of course, I’ll take care of it right away.”

Meanwhile Zheng Shi, completely ignored, grew even more twisted with rage. Fang Huai, steeling himself, walked over and lowered his voice: “What now?”

“What do you mean ‘what now’? What do you mean ‘again’? That woman clearly sided with Chu Feng and Si Qi to exclude me, targeting me with cold violence! And she insulted me!”

Fang Huai winced at her shrill voice, his headache worsening. He could only coax her like a tantrum-throwing child. “Alright, alright, I know you’re in the right. Don’t be upset, okay?”

Zheng Shi, both wronged and resentful, ground her teeth. “What kind of trash book is this? What kind of trash author? The CP they wrote is garbage, the characters are garbage too!”

Fang Huai: ?

Zheng Shi: “I’m hungry! And tired! Go get me something to eat!”

Fang Huai: “…Fine. Just rest here, I’ll bring you something soon.”

After soothing Zheng Shi, Fang Huai joined Si Qi and the others.

The warrior was cutting up meat with his dagger, while Professor Bai placed the cleaned mushrooms beside him, then asked who could cook.

Fang Huai hesitated before speaking up that he knew a little, but at the same time Chu Feng, who had been quietly tending the fire, lifted his head: “I can.”

His reply startled Professor Bai, who said in surprise, “Ah, this… isn’t that inappropriate? Better to let Mr. Fang do it.”

Mr. Fang: “……”

Damn it!

You won’t eat Chu Feng’s cooking, worried it’ll tire him out, but mine is fine? How is that not insulting?!

Chu Feng said, “It’s fine. I’m used to cooking outdoors.”

Professor Bai thought it over and agreed.

Cooking at home is one thing—anyone can manage to boil food in a kitchen. But outdoor cooking is completely different: controlling the fire, making dishes tasty without seasonings… that’s not something ordinary people know how to handle.

Professor Bai awkwardly said, “Then, then I’ll have to trouble you.”

Seeing this, Fang Huai had no choice but to shut his mouth, though inwardly he fumed. It’s just cooking a meal, what’s so impressive about that?

If it hadn’t been for the fact that he previously had neither the conditions nor the chance to experience the outdoors, he wouldn’t be so incapable of even cooking a dish. Whether it was cooking or wilderness survival, Chu Feng only looked impressive because he had the advantage of a privileged background.

They were clearly both born of the same father—why was the difference so great? Chu Feng stole their father from him, made his mother live a lonely, bitter life, and even stole his resources and opportunities, crushing him so he could never rise!

If not for Chu Feng… if only Chu Feng didn’t exist!

With that thought, Fang Huai fixed his gaze on Si Qi.

At the moment, Si Qi was helping Chu Feng prepare ingredients for cooking.

His head was slightly lowered, eyes focused on the vegetables in his hands. His jade-like elegance, set against the homely backdrop of smoke and fire, did not seem out of place at all—on the contrary, it gave him a gentleness seldom seen, softening his whole demeanor.

When someone used to housework did housework, no one was surprised. But when a superstar who normally glittered under the spotlight suddenly grounded himself to pick vegetables, the sight felt novel, refreshing—like a pleasant surprise.

All the more because Si Qi’s aura was so unique: just standing there he looked like the cover of a fashion magazine. This contrast—him holding leafy greens—made the image even more unforgettable.

So… Si Qi was also someone who could live a good, ordinary life.

This thought flashed across Fang Huai’s mind.

Thinking about Si Qi: he had always been sincere toward him, capable of earning money, extremely famous, and never made too many demands. At most, he only asked to meet on birthdays, or that Fang Huai send him a message every few days. More than that, given Si Qi’s personality, he would never say it out loud. But precisely those small requests proved how much Si Qi cared. Otherwise, with how popular he was, would he really lack a birthday cake or idle chatter?

Zheng Shi, on the other hand, whether he was truly sincere was still uncertain. Apart from his good family background, he had no real strengths. His looks weren’t as good as Si Qi’s, his knowledge not as broad, and his demands were far harsher. He wanted Fang Huai to kill Chu Feng and become a general himself, even shamelessly saying such disgraceful things openly during a livestream. Completely brainless.

If not for Zheng Shi’s prominent family, Fang Huai would never have been willing to abandon a boyfriend like Si Qi to choose him.

But now, knowing the blood relationship between himself and Chu Feng—if Zheng Shi could no longer help him climb higher, while Si Qi could, why shouldn’t he reconcile with Si Qi, then join hands with him to get rid of Chu Feng, and take the position of general for himself?

Si Qi had loved him down to his bones. Chu Feng was a stranger to him, there was no emotional bond between them. If Fang Huai showed repentance, with how deeply Si Qi loved him, surely he would forgive him?

Tentatively, Fang Huai moved to Si Qi’s side and said gently, “How could you be doing these chores? Put it down and let me do it.”

That ambiguous, tender tone immediately made Si Qi’s skin crawl, goosebumps rising. He couldn’t help but look at Fang Huai as if he were something unpleasant.

Online viewers, who just moments before were enjoying watching Si Qi work and praising their little prince for being diligent, capable, a “virtuous” boyfriend, cooperating so perfectly with General Chu—a pair so well-matched they were hailed as the couple of the century—

Suddenly saw Fang Huai creep over with a leering face, speaking in a strange tone. It disgusted the CP fans to no end: “What the hell is this guy doing?”

“Can he not interrupt my 77 and the General’s two-person time?”

“This dude’s tone is so creepy. Is he trying to seduce my 77?? Back off from my 77, no way!!”

Some casual viewers thought the fans were being too harsh. Wasn’t he just talking to Si Qi? What was the big deal? But the very next second, Fang Huai said, “Chu Feng, honestly, how can you let him do this kind of work? Back then I never made you work this hard.”

The internet exploded: “?????”

“What????”

“What’s going on????”

On the side, Zheng Shi noticed Fang Huai and Si Qi getting closer. His expression changed, and he stood up to call Fang Huai over.

But Fang Huai had already made up his mind to reveal his relationship with Si Qi publicly, confess his mistake, show sincerity, and at the same time drive a wedge into Chu and Si’s relationship.

He said to Si Qi, with an apologetic look, “The reason I joined this show was actually to see you. You never answered my calls, I had no way to find you, so I had no choice but to do this. I’ve realized my mistake. Can you forgive me?”

The sudden twist shocked netizens, who furiously sent barrage after barrage of question marks. Everyone was talking at once—how did Fang Huai know Si Qi, and judging by his tone, did they have a whole story between them?

Chu Feng put down his work and looked over, expressionless, his eyes deep and frightening.

Fortunately, Si Qi didn’t soften and forgive his ex just because of an apology. Instead, he irritably slammed the vegetables onto the low table and said to Fang Huai, “You’re wrong? What exactly are you wrong about?”