Lucky hit

On the third day of the recording of the program, it was already coming to an end, and the difficulty had almost risen to the highest level.Only then did Han Haodong fully understand the concept of pervert Shi Feng was talking about.

Zheng Bo did not accompany him to record for two days, but there were condolence calls every night.

Fortunately for Han Haodong, it was only three days, otherwise he would really go crazy.

Reality TV is obviously more tiring than filming.

During the 3000-meter run in the afternoon, Han Haodong really collapsed.He thought it was enough to make sense, after all, there is still a later stage, but it is not the case at all.

To put it bluntly, this show is torturing the participating artists.

In addition to high-intensity exercise, there are many wonderful small links, a double blow both mentally and physically.

Everyone complains and complains, but one item has to be dealt with.

At his age, Han Haodong has never chopped a durian with his bare hands, never bathed a donkey, never touched a fish in a muddy pond, never walked a single-plank bridge with a person on his back, never sang songs under a waterfall, never peddled on the street, never I have chopped bamboo, drank a large glass of mustard water without blinking...

What he hadn't done before, he had almost done in the past two days.

A lot of scenes greatly reduced his masculinity, and he didn't pay attention to his image at all when he was playing.The burden of being an idol is completely gone.

Not only him, but also all the artists who participated in the recording, and what's more pitiful is the makeup artist.Male and female artists have been soaking in water for a long time, no matter how waterproof their makeup is, they will take off their makeup, and it takes a lot of time to touch up their makeup every time.

Han Haodong's cold didn't spread, and he didn't know whether Zheng Bonian's medicine worked or his exercise caused it, and the effect was immediate.

He didn't expect the relationship between him and Ling Ming to ease during the recording of the program.In some links, they surprisingly helped each other to complete it together.

He and Ling Ming didn't get along from the very beginning, and there was no major grievance. At that time, they thought it was just mutual restraint.Now it seems that it is mostly because of subconscious rejection caused by strong competition with each other.

After this reality show, the artists were normalized and their lives were magnified, which also brought Han Haodong and Ling Ming closer.

Shi Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, which can be regarded as a harvest.

After [-]:[-] p.m., the last recording session was the draw of lots to close the event.

Han Haodong was drawn to eat watermelon quickly without any tools, and swam to the finish line to ring the gong to announce the completion of his challenge.

Before the recording, he saw Zheng Bonian who appeared at the side of the venue. After saying hello with his eyes when passing by, he was immersed in the joy of finishing work, and stood at the designated place very naturally, ready to eat.However, I found that what sounds simple is even more difficult to implement in practice.

A teammate who was recording with him on the sidelines cheered him up. Han Haodong bit the bullet, picked up the big clean watermelon, and fell on the table involuntarily after the whistle sounded.

As the red flesh exploded, he knew that the last bit of his image would be ruined here.

But he didn't have time to think, so he directly grabbed the watermelon pulp and stuffed it into his mouth.With just one sip, he burst out laughing, causing the staff around the court to laugh too.

Zheng Bonian knew that Han Haodong was going to call it a day, so he rushed over to pick him up.I didn't expect to catch up with the end after arriving.

He stood on the sidelines and looked at the person on the stage who was stuffing watermelons into his mouth with a smile like a child.After Han Haodong squirted out the red juice many times, he frowned slightly, feeling a little distressed.

Of course, Han Haodong also wanted to eat elegantly and handsomely, but time did not allow it. There was only one and a half minutes, and he had to allocate it to eating watermelon and swimming to the finish line.

Swallowing down the watermelon without even spitting out the watermelon seeds.Two mouthfuls even got into the nasal cavity after choking, which was extremely uncomfortable.

In the end, leaving the messy tabletop, he turned and plunged into the swimming pool and swam desperately.The cameraman who had been standing in the water hastily followed closely to shoot.

The sound of the gong was the trumpet of victory. He sat on the ground dripping with water and gasping for air, and made a completed gesture towards the camera.

Shi Feng ran over with the blanket under the light, and Zheng Bonian arrived before him.

Zheng Bonian pulled him up from the ground and put him aside, so as not to delay the next shooting of other artists.

Han Haodong was a little out of strength, and there was still a watermelon seed stuck to his chin.As he walked to the sidelines, he looked back at Su Meng's ten-meter platform diving, and smiled and rejoiced that he was lucky.

Zheng Bonian took the blanket that Shi Feng handed over and wrapped it around Han Haodong's shoulders, "Don't look, you can leave after a while."

Han Haodong sat on the chair and continued to look around the field with a smile: "I want to see Ling Ming's."

Shi Feng smiled: "He is a one-and-a-half teacup swivel chair with forty circles of darts and balloons."

Han Haodong was dissatisfied: "It sounds like I'm miserable, boring, don't watch it, withdraw it."

Only then did Shi Feng turn around and pack up the things he brought, and brought the clean clothes to Han Haodong to change.

Han Haodong was used to being served by Shi Feng, and Yilai stretched out his hand to eat and opened his mouth. His attention was completely attracted by the recording on stage, and he was startled when he inadvertently lowered his head and found that it was Zheng Bo who changed his shoes: "I don't need you..."

Zheng Bonian squatted on the ground in a daze, took off the pair of wading shoes on Han Haodong's feet, touched the cold feet that were still wet in his hands, and raised his head: "I knew your feet would be cold."

"Why?" Han Haodong raised his eyebrows.

The corners of Zheng Bonian's mouth curled up: "It's an early autumn night, and the specific heat capacity of water is large..."

"Yes, yes," Han Haodong raised his hand and muttered, "When I didn't ask, I always wanted to listen to your nonsense..."

In the next second, he retracted his words, because Zheng Bonian made an even more shocking move.

Zheng Bonian actually lifted the front corner of his shirt and stuffed his cold feet in and placed them directly on his belly.Then she looked up at him with a very tender smile.

The instant warmth of the soles of the feet made Han Haodong stunned under the dim light of the venue.

At the same time, Shi Feng who was standing on the side was also stunned, but he still pretended not to see and continued to look at the field.

Han Haodong was about to pull his foot back, but the hand holding his ankle tightened.He asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? It's so cold."

Zheng Bonian said calmly, "Warm your feet."

When everyone was attracted by the on-stage recording, they formed another small world amidst the laughter and discussions.

Han Haodong struggled to no avail and could only sit quietly. He couldn't describe the feeling in the process of warming up his feet.All in all, it was beautiful, and he deliberately stepped on Zheng Bonian's abdominal muscles.

No one has ever done this for him, and he thinks Ray is normal too.

Han Haodong's mother passed away when he was born.She and her father depend on each other for life, and what they receive has always been rough love.He has a strong personality, and sometimes he just covers up that lack.

He laughed at himself when he said it, since he got in touch with Zheng Bo deeply, he can always be moved by this man's attention to details everywhere.At first he resisted, he felt that Zheng Bonian might have done it deliberately to win his favor.Slowly he discovered that Zheng Bonian often revealed his true feelings very naturally.

This man is knowledgeable, insightful and capable, mature and steady with a slightly black belly, with a restrained face to outsiders, but he is very presumptuous towards him.At this point, Han Haodong had to admit that Zheng Bonian really came to his heart step by step.

After coming out of the recording location, Han Haodong didn't get into the nanny car, but let Shi Feng and the others go back first.

Shi Feng didn't say anything, just obeyed as always.He is a smart man, he already understands the relationship between his brother Dong and Zheng Bonian.Without any curiosity, he accepted it frankly.Being by Han Haodong's side, he has been in contact with such things a lot. To be honest, if he was asked to take out a pen and a notebook and list all Han Haodong's companions throughout the history, he would not be stuck.Besides, everyone except the elderly grandfather knew about Han Haodong's orientation, so he didn't need to worry about it.He's just an assistant.Before getting in the car, he reminded: "Brother Dong, you have to leave for Paris the day after tomorrow, you go back and have a good rest, and call me if you need something." He was really afraid that Han Haodong's falling in love would delay the big event.

Han Haodong nodded, buttoned his hoodie, pulled up his collar, and quietly disappeared into the night with the man beside him.

The neon lights are flashing, and the streets are full of cars.

Han Haodong's legs were sore from recording the program, and after walking out for a while, he said impatiently, "Where did you park the car?"

Zheng Bonian smiled and turned his head: "You can't just fight in the shooting, why are you so weak in life."

Han Haodong smiled and looked into the distance: "If you pay the appearance fee, I can run 3000 meters now."

"Will I give it up?"

Han Haodong snorted: "Maybe."

Zheng Bonian put his face close and bumped Han Haodong's head with his head, his voice was full of ambiguity: "Then I'll pay you back."

The corner of Han Haodong's mouth curled up, "You are beautiful."

"Stop making trouble," Zheng Bonian patted Han Haodong on the back: "You stand here and wait, I'll pick up the car, and let's go eat."

Han Haodong immediately stopped his steps, deliberately retreated to stand in the shade of the green trees, and then put his hands in his pockets to look at the figure trotting away, feeling relieved in his heart, should this be called love?

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