Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

Liao Yunqing quickly caught up, snatched the plane ticket, glanced at it, and smiled with a hint of jealousy, "You're really taking Cheng Ai seriously now? You never used to care about your subordinates like this."

Ye Jingke didn't bother to reply, took back his ticket, and strode towards the security checkpoint.

Watching that receding figure, Liao Yunqing's eyes darkened slightly. She decisively canceled her ticket, bought a new one, and followed closely behind.

The scene shifts back to the castle, where the guests descend the stairs and stand at the door of room 209.

Hao Jian swiped his room card to unlock the door and led everyone inside.

The room was empty, the curtains were half-drawn, and the walls were a mottled yellowish-brown, covered with dust, cobwebs, cracks and mold, giving it an extremely decaying and dilapidated feel.

[It looks like a slum. The production team is going to extreme lengths to grab attention and generate viewership.]

[The mission is to collect all the puppets, right? There's nothing in the room, how am I supposed to hide them?]

[Wow! It's raining so hard outside, it really sets the mood!]

Wu Xu walked last. The moment he closed the door, the temperature around him rose sharply, as if he were in a steamer.

Song Yifei fanned herself with her hand and muttered, "Strange, why is it suddenly so hot?"

"It's so stuffy!" Cheng Baoni frowned and complained, clutching her chest as she looked at Zhong Zheyi. "Go open the window and let some fresh air in."

【?? You little brat, you've called the wrong person, haven't you? Why didn't you ask Hao Jian to do this? Why did you ask my angel brother? ???】

[It's fine to be a pampered young lady at home with servants, but why do I need to be waited on hand and foot when I go out?]

[Don't you dare talk about Bonnie! She lost both arms; can't you give her a little more love?]

[Haha, that's quite the satire. His physical disability belies his strong will; it's truly admirable!]

Zhong Zheyi was also feeling the heat, so he naturally accepted Cheng Baoni's suggestion.

But as soon as he took a step, the room suddenly became incredibly bright.

The intense light made everyone uncomfortable, so Cheng Ai raised the fan she had brought to shield her eyes, while other guests either used their hands or simply closed their eyes.

Of course, they didn't forget to turn off the flashlights.

Where is the light coming from? There aren't any lights on the roof!

Cheng Ai is so pretentious. She even brought a fan to the recording of the show. What's she trying to prove?

[A cheongsam and a round fan are a perfect match; please don't speak carelessly if you don't understand!]

[Wearing such flamboyant clothes on an adventure survival show, lol.]

[Laughing so hard I'm practically rolling on the floor. I suspect the people upstairs are paid trolls hired by Cheng Baoni to smear Ai Bao'er. After all, they didn't even notice her two steamed buns were about to pop out, they were just focused on attacking one person.]

Just as the fans of both sides were getting into a heated argument, a buzzing vibration suddenly entered their ears.

Netizens immediately turned their attention to the screen, and Cheng Ai and the others also looked up in unison, eager to find out what was going on.

A crack slowly appeared in the ceiling, and six sets of tables and chairs fell down at a steady pace, forming a circular pattern on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, six puppets appeared out of thin air next to each chair, each occupying a corner.

They all have identical facial features, wear uniform yellow uniforms, hold pointers and rulers, and are dignified and solemn. Each of them has a number tag on its chest, numbered from 1 to 6.

Wow, this is so high-class! Did the director land a new sponsor?

The puppet's design is so cool, I love it!

[3D projection technology? I really want to experience it in person.]

Having experienced a similar situation once before, the guests were already used to it, but Hao Jian was quite frightened.

He instinctively took a step back, stammering, "Does Director Gong have... masochistic... tendencies...? Why does he always like to do these grotesque things..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet moved.

They all leaned forward in unison, raising their right arms in an inviting gesture, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, and Cheng Baoni, feeling increasingly irritated by the heat, couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, what does that mean? How can anyone understand if you don't explain it clearly?"

Song Yifei curled her lips into a mocking smile, stepped forward first, chose a chair and sat down, then waved enthusiastically to Cheng Ai, "Sister Ai, sit next to me, so the photographer can take pictures of you when he takes pictures of me."

Princess Feifei is such a kind person; she even knows to help Aibao'er.

[Being willing to give up screen time on a variety show—that's definitely true love!]

Cheng Ai smiled and thanked her, then walked over and sat down without hesitation.

Zhong Zheyi and Song Yifei were of the same mind. Just as he was about to sit on the other side of Cheng Ai, Cheng Baoni pushed Wu Xu into that position.

Then, she helped Hao Jian, whose legs were limp, to sit down next to Song Yifei, while she herself sat down next to Wu Xu.

Zhong Zheyi sighed helplessly and had no choice but to walk to the only empty seat.

Cheng Baoni's intentions were obvious: she didn't want Cheng Ai and Zhong Zheyi, artists from the same company, to be together, lest the two collude and steal clues.

She hated sitting with Cheng Ai and didn't want Hao Jian to get close to his ex-girlfriend, so she forced Wu Xu in.

There were only three photographers on site, and Cheng Baoni had to reluctantly sit separately from Hao Jian in order to get some screen time.

Although they can't all appear on screen at the same time during the broadcast, it's still better than having no screen time at all.

So far, positions 1 through 6 are Zhong Zheyi, Cheng Baoni, Wu Xu, Cheng Ai, Song Yifei, and Hao Jian, with a photographer sandwiched between each pair of guests, and no one has any objections.

The moment they were all seated, the six puppets straightened up, waved their arms, and a small stack of Xuan paper, a writing brush, an inkstone, a small cup of water, and a millstone appeared on the table beside each of them.

Everyone was dumbfounded, but Cheng Ai remained unfazed.

She poured some water into the inkstone slowly and deliberately, then picked up the grinding block and ground the ink slowly, her movements skillful and experienced.

Even the most clueless among the others could guess that the test in room 209 was related to the pile of things in front of them, so they only hesitated for a few seconds before following Cheng Ai's example.

[I'm getting more and more confused. What kind of crazy thing is the production team trying to do? Are they using calligraphy brushes to write characters or to paint?]

If it's a projection, there shouldn't be a physical entity, right?

<Ding!>

The announcement suddenly blared, and everyone stopped what they were doing, waiting for what was to come.

The next second, a conversation between a mother and son resounded throughout the room:

<Last year you were last in the final exams, this year you're second to last. Did you sleep through class every day?>

<Mom...the teacher is talking too fast...I can't keep up...>

Other kids are either getting scholarships or ranking in the top ten of the whole school, but you, besides eating, drinking, and using the toilet, you can't do anything else!

<Mom, don't be angry...I will definitely study hard from now on...>

<You gave me the same excuse last month, but what was the result? You didn't even get a perfect score in Chinese, Math, and English combined. If I'd known you were this useless, I shouldn't have given birth to you!>

The mother grew angrier and angrier, slapping her son across the face. Still not satisfied, she beat him up again.

In an instant, the sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground, porcelain shattering, and screams of agony mingled together, sending chills down the spines of anyone who heard it.

[It's so noisy! My ears were just recovering from last night's ordeal, and now they're going to be tortured again today. Life is so hard!]