Tang Zi encountered the first awkward situation in her years of acting career.
In a reality show, she was seemingly isolated by other artists.
She noticed the way others looked at each other and rushed to leave.
But she couldn’t quite understand it. Even if there were tensions beforehand, once on the show in front of the cara, they should pretend to get along and get through it.
No one would directly express dislike or walk away hand in hand in groups, leaving her out.
How could such a controversial plot occur in a show?
And yet, this show had it.
There was a rival among the show’s regulars, and they had clashed openly and secretly over resources several tis. Their relationship was the epito of "friendly under the cara."
She thought her biggest rival would be Shu Ran. Before coming on the show, her agent team prepared many drafts predicting Shu Ran’s diminished fa and so on.
But unexpectedly.
She was isolated.
Even the influencers who ca in were welcod, but she was isolated!
Tang Zi nearly couldn’t maintain her smile in front of the cara.
She looked down and forced a smile, changing her expression, deciding to take the initiative.
She tentatively asked the remaining Cheng Zhirang, Fu Ran, and Shu Ran.
"Are you going to pick up a task? Can I join? I don’t know which task to choose."
Shu Ran: "Why don’t you join ? I want to pick sothing simple, maybe grab a few skewers of vegetables."
Tang Zi hesitated: "But I want to eat so at. I missed lunch and want to make up for it tonight."
Shu Ran gave a overly sweet fake smile: "Then there’s no way. I’ve had enough at, let’s part ways. You can try that water balloon tossing task again with Brother Cheng."
Having said that, she flicked her hair and walked away.
Tang Zi asked Cheng Zhirang with a smile: "Then Brother Cheng, should we try that again? I’ll definitely work hard this ti."
Cheng Zhirang nodded.
"Sure."
Fu Ran didn’t mind either, since his senior already abandoned him.
The three of them went to pick the water balloon tossing task again.
This ti Tang Zi really put in effort, trying earnestly even if she didn’t manage to throw many successfully, but it at least looked as if she tried her best.
Even if they failed, it couldn’t be blad on her this ti.
Moreover, this ti they succeeded.
Cheng Zhirang once again lay on the soft pad on the high platform, releasing two barrels, closed his eyes, breathed heavily, and shifted his mic a bit, bending his knees to sit up and drink water.
In the distance, Mu Qiu and others picked sothing and headed back into the sea, their laughter constantly drifting over.
He rested for a while, then followed Fu Ran to the big screen, waiting for the food announcent.
Electronic voice: "Congratulations on completing the task! Each gets two grilled oysters!"
Coincidentally, Mu Qiu and her group ran over with swimming rings, and upon hearing ’grilled oysters,’ their eyes uncontrollably fell on Cheng Zhirang’s waist.
"This ga definitely requires so waist reinforcent."
The burning gaze, hard to ignore, ca again. Cheng Zhirang could now remain unaffected, looking at her calmly.
"What did you say?"
Mu Qiu, with a blue swimming ring around her waist and goggles on her head, coughed: "I said grilled oysters are great! It’s a seafood barbecue delicacy! Brother Cheng, you’re really lucky!"
Cheng Zhirang: "Then I’ll give it to you, so you can also reinforce your waist?"
Mu Qiu: "... Brother Cheng, you’re getting cheeky."
She pulled down her goggles, grabbed the sides of the swimming ring at her waist, and ran back.
Cheng Zhirang watched her back and chuckled lightly.
Fu Ran, who hadn’t said much, glanced at him and Mu Qiu, his eyes thoughtful.
Mu Qiu ran back to the shallow water area, placing the towel she brought on her head.
They picked a very interesting ga.
The ga required a large trampoline as a prop.
Trampoline gas are common, but when the trampoline is placed on the sea, it’s quite sothing.
Li Yang stood in the middle of the trampoline, holding a microphone, while Guan Yu, wearing goggles, excitedly clung to the edge, eyeing him fiercely.
Li Yang was still testing the sound system, showcasing his professional singer skills, striving for clear audio output.
He spoke into the mic, testing, testing, and then the sound beca a helpless sentence.
"Sister Guan Yu, can you not look at like a piece of at?"
The speakers amplified this sound several tis, echoing across half the beach.
Guan Yu scrambled up the trampoline edge, causing the water to splash loudly: "Hurry up! Start! I can’t wait any longer!"
"...Alright, Sister Guan Yu, let’s make a deal. Just go easy, and I’ll split the prize with you fifty-fifty!"
Guan Yu: "Forty-sixty, you forty sixty."
Li Yang: "Are you bargaining over this?! What if it’s a lamb skewer, and there’s only three pieces of lamb, how do we split?!"
Guan Yu: "That’s simple, I get two, you get one."
This is ridiculously excessive.
Li Yang righteously refused her deal via the microphone.
"Exorbitant robbery logic! I won’t do it!"
Guan Yu: "Then prepare for my trampoline of doom!"
Evil laughter echoed over the sea from Guan Yu.
Mu Qiu sat by the water’s edge with Ye Mian, watching them.
This ga was selected three tis, challenged by different groups.
One person stands on the trampoline singing, another jumps, disrupting the singer’s tempo.
Throughout the song, if the singer misses three lyrics, the jumper succeeds. If the singer finishes the song with a score of eighty, the singer succeeds.
No one knew what food this ga corresponded to; they chose it purely for fun.
Li Yang was dood.
Standing in the trampoline center, Li Yang was a bit nervous, with a swimming ring around his waist, repeatedly testing the mic but hesitating to start.
Tired of waiting, Mu Qiu chatted with Ye Mian.
"Why did you join this show?"
Ye Mian: "The production team invited , saying it’s amusing and wanted us to participate. They also encouraged to bring my husband."
Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow: "I don’t think your husband seems like soone who would join a show."
Ye Mian: "He has so collaboration with the sponsor; I suggested he treat it like a company group tour."
Mu Qiu: "... It does rather seem like that."
Ye Mian turned to her, "Actually, there’s sothing I’ve been wanting to ask you."
"What?"
She pulled the mic aside, hesitated a mont, then did the sa.
With the mic moved aside, speaking softer, their voices were nearly inaudible.
Ye Mian leaned closer to Mu Qiu’s ear and whispered: "Are you and Brother Cheng a couple?"
Mu Qiu quickly looked up at her.
"...Is it obvious?"
Ye Mian gestured for her to co closer, so they leaned their heads together again, she said: "Not exactly obvious, but past experiences make it easy to see your eye exchanges."
Mu Qiu: "Like when you and Fu Ran look at each other, like hungry people looking at pork belly?"
Ye Mian: "Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
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