Quick Transmigration: Still Life Fairy

Not long after Qiao Li had settled down, another car drove towards the square. The car smoothly entered the square through a specially left exit, and the door opened, revealing a young man with bright yellow hair.

"Aaaaaah!! Fan Yulong!!!"

Compared to the uproar when Qiao Li came out, Fan Yulong was immediately recognized by fans when he came out, which caused another round of crazy screams.

"Actor Qi, I'm your fan!!" Fan Yulong had no time to pay attention to the screaming crowd outside. After getting out of the car, his eyes were fixed on Qi Jing. He ran all the way, his face shining with fervor, and gave him a bear hug.

Qi Jing was caught off guard by the hug and could only hug him back, saying, "Then I must thank you for your affection."

"Ahhh! I hugged my idol!!!"

Fan Yulong was beaming with happiness. Once he calmed down, he noticed Qiao Li standing next to Qi Jing. Not recognizing her, he instinctively adopted his persona as a talented singer and politely but distantly greeted her, "Hello."

"Mm." Qiao Li nodded calmly.

Fan Yulong was almost blinded by Qiao Li's attitude. He was, after all, a self-proclaimed pop star, and yet this complete stranger dared to put on airs? Fan Yulong immediately became unhappy.

"Sir, you're a staff member, right? You've come to the wrong place. Staff members should be standing over there." Fan Yulong suppressed his anger and said with a smile, while also pointing to the film crew directly in front of them.

"What do you mean?"

Although Fan Yulong's tone contained no sarcasm, it sounded to Qiao Li as if someone was maliciously mocking him. His expression immediately changed, his face filled with anger and his eyes looked somewhat fierce.

As soon as the two of them started arguing, the dedicated cameraman immediately pointed the camera at their facial expressions, not missing a single moment of footage.

"Hey? Why are you making that face?" Fan Yulong has another nickname in the entertainment industry, which is the famously straightforward emperor. However, although he is straightforward, he is not stupid. There is a reason why he treats Qiao Li this way.

He looked Qiao Li up and down, his face practically screaming, "Aren't you a staff member?"

Qi Jing, standing beside him, almost burst out laughing at his expression. He coughed lightly to suppress the smile that was about to come out.

Yu Liu still didn't understand what was going on. "Why does he insist that Qiao Li is a staff member?"

Qi Jing had no answer and could only touch his phone.

The standoff between the two continued. Qiao Li had noticed the approaching camera, but he couldn't suppress his anger. He held back, not daring to lash out at Fan Yulong, who was more famous than him. He could only look at the director behind Fan Yulong, who was smiling at them from two or three meters away.

"Director! What's wrong with your production team? Aren't you going to introduce the guests' identities?!"

Qiao Li clearly wanted to vent his anger on the directing team, but he completely failed to notice that a line of anger appeared in the smiling eyes of the director he had yelled at.

"Yu Long, this is Qiao Li, a famous novelist, and he is also a guest."

The director briefly explained that Qi Yuan used Qiao Li's identity as a novelist when he arranged for her to join the program.

"Oh~" Fan Yulong drawled, looking surprised. "You're really a guest? You just arrived, right? This is a sports program, no one is dressed like this, it's not like we're walking the red carpet."

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Qiao Li's suit and leather shoes, and then hinted at his and Qi Jing's clothes. They were both wearing sportswear, and Qiao Li looked completely out of place standing next to them.

This left Qiao Li speechless. Looking at their clothes and then at her own, she could no longer maintain her composure and her face seemed to freeze in place.

Fan Yulong acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, stepped forward and pushed him aside, standing next to Qi Jing himself.

Yu Liu already had a bad impression of Qiao Li, and now that she saw him get the short end of the stick, her earphones were filled with her laughter. She was clearly enjoying watching the show.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Qi Jing's eyes. He had a general understanding of Qiao Li's personality: arrogant and conceited. It was probably because the book he plagiarized after transmigrating gave him too much confidence. Moreover, this transmigrated Qiao Li seemed to be somewhat lacking in social skills and probably didn't have many friends before transmigrating.

Qi Jing smiled slightly, feeling that he was probably right. A person with this kind of personality was not suitable for the entertainment industry.

He already had an idea in mind.

Once all the guests had arrived, just as Fan Yulong had predicted, everyone was dressed in sportswear, except for Qiao Li, who was dressed in formal attire and stood out from the crowd of the seven guests.

Unfortunately, the show was already being filmed at that moment, and the director couldn't possibly give Qiao Li time to change his clothes. So Qiao Li could only force himself to stand tall and proud, looking as if he were incredibly proud.

After everyone chatted for a while, the director handed out a task card to each person.

"Our destination for this trip is Crescent Valley, but it's quite far from here, so you'll need to take transportation to get there. Our production team has prepared seven tickets for you: six train tickets and one plane ticket. We don't know who to give the plane ticket to, so we need you to have a competition. You'll each fight your own battle, and whoever wins gets the plane ticket."

The director's meaning was clear: the airfare didn't matter, but being number one was an honor, and his tone was full of inflammatory rhetoric.

"There are 30 men in black hiding among the fans around the square. Each of you will have a pistol. Find a man in black and shoot him with your pistol. That counts as one kill. The person who shoots the most men in black at the end will win."

The staff distributed a pistol to everyone. Fan Yulong curiously pulled the trigger, and a stream of water shot out.

"A water gun," he sighed, somewhat disappointed.

"You need to leave in the order you came in. You have one hour. Let's go."

Since Qi Jing was the first to arrive, he should also be the first to leave. Following the path cleared by the staff, he walked through the crowd but did not look for the man in black at all.

"Aren't we... going to fight the men in black?" Yu Liu asked hesitantly.

Just then, the cameraman next to him couldn't help but ask the same question. Qi Jing took the opportunity to shake his head and said, "I'm not interested in plane tickets. If six people travel by train together, at least we can talk. Let them fight over it first. Let's find a place to sit down and have some tea."

Qi Jing walked straight to a coffee shop by the roadside, ignoring the shopkeeper's enthusiastic gaze. After ordering a coffee, he found a seat by the window and leisurely watched the somewhat chaotic crowd outside.

Qiao Li has already started arresting the men in black.