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The artist's game session is over. Apart from the staff of the program group, the family members of the artist can also rest. The rooms they are allocated are on the first floor, in the northwest corner of the villa. The room is a bit like a standard room in a three-star hotel. There are two single beds neatly, but there is no toilet or shower. Washing and toileting are shared. Bai Zhan guesses that these rooms may have been originally designed as servants' rooms.

Compared with the program crew, their treatment was pretty good, because he saw several sets of sleeping bags and inflatable mattresses in the basement, and it was estimated that those camera assistants would have to lay down on the floor for a few days.

He and Yu Zhaoxuan shared a room. Originally, he would be caught chatting about this and that because of the enthusiasm of the other party, so he could take the opportunity to find out some inside information about the game, but what he didn't expect was that the other party was unusually quiet. Since then, he was holding his mobile phone on his own bed, and Bai Zhan glanced casually, and saw that the other party was sending a WeChat message.

After returning from the shower room, Yu Zhaoxuan was still sending WeChat messages, Bai Zhan asked out of politeness: "It's getting late, don't you want to rest?"

Yu Zhaoxuan sighed, and said, "Xiao Zhen is still still asleep, so she can't ignore me if she pulls me to chat." He yawned a long time as he spoke.

It turned out that he was communicating with his artist on WeChat.

Bai Zhan nodded, went back to his bed, pulled out the charging phone, there were a few unread WeChat messages, he clicked on them, and found that they were all official account messages, so he contacted Shi Tianchen's assistant in City B and told him to send Shi Tianchen Bring a few sets of Tianchen's pajamas, the sooner the better.

I dried my hair, hung up the clothes I was going to wear tomorrow, looked at my phone again, it was still quiet, I checked the time, it was only 10:30, Shi Tianchen should not be asleep yet, what is he doing?

However, the journey is tiring, and I started recording the program directly here. I should be very tired, and maybe I have already fallen asleep.

Lying on the bed, Bai Zhan turned over a few times, and couldn't help but take out his phone to take a look.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was waiting for news from Shi Tianchen.

Usually in the production team, after the show, I just go back to my room if I have nothing to do, and I don’t deliberately communicate with each other on WeChat. What’s wrong with me today?

Well, it must be because of the influence of Yu Zhaoxuan's "parenting theory".

Putting the phone back on the bed, Bai Zhan closed his eyes, this time he really decided to sleep.

Yu Zhaoxuan on the other side of the room was still awake, because he was afraid of affecting Bai Zhan, he covered himself in the quilt and turned his phone to silent, but there was still a faint light shining through the quilt, Bai Zhan turned sideways to face him, Looking at the faint light, I couldn't help thinking, is he still chatting with Cheng Zhen on WeChat?

How can there be so much to chat with your own artists?

Bai Zhan turned over and took out his phone.

Five minutes later, Shi Tianchen finally received what he wanted.

Bai Zhan: Are you asleep?

Shi Tianchen stared at this WeChat message with his mobile phone in his hand, counted fifty times silently, and then couldn't wait to enter three words: Not yet.

not yet?Not yet, what are you doing?It's been so long since I replied.

Bai Zhan is a little unhappy, what is this, he has been flirting all day long, but quieted down at night.

He took a deep breath and typed.

Bai Zhan: I just want to tell you that the first game tomorrow will be about changing rooms.

Shi Tianchen stared at this line, smiling like a little fox who stole eight chickens, he could imagine Bai Zhan's arrogant face when he typed this line.

After silently counting fifty again, Shi Tianchen began to reply.

Shi Tianchen: Then I will work hard tomorrow.

Bai Zhan stared at this line of words and waited for a while. He always felt that the other party would not only talk to him about this, but there was no new news for a long time.

He thought for a while and replied: Don't try hard, just keep the status quo.I slept.

Whether you are unhappy or not, you still need to have professionalism. Mr. Shi who doesn't work hard is already so top-notch. God knows what will happen if he works hard. Let's leave a way for other guests to survive!

This time Shi Tianchen replied quickly: Good night.

The next day, early in the morning.

Everyone was not in high spirits, and yawned one after another during breakfast. Only Shi Tianchen was in high spirits. He was wearing a light-colored casual outfit. The style and brand were very low-key, but he was unexpectedly arrogant.

After breakfast, it was time to put on makeup, and at the same time, the artists had to hand in their mobile phones. Shi Tianchen handed the mobile phone to Bai Zhan, and said at the same time, "I canceled the password."

"Ok?"

"I mean, if there is an incoming call or WeChat, please check it for me."

Bai Zhan frowned slightly: "It's not suitable, I'd better turn off the phone." After all, the other party's identity is not only an artist, but also in charge of some family businesses, and his contact list involves commercial secrets.

"Whatever you want, in short, my mobile phone is not protected against you."

Here it is again, this paradoxical ambiguity again.

Bai Zhan didn't answer, and silently turned off Shi Tianchen's cell phone.

At this time Jiang Ting walked towards them, "It seems that you slept well." He had already put on his makeup, but the dark circles under his eyes couldn't even be covered with concealer.

"Did you not sleep well?" Shi Tianchen asked.

Jiang Ting yawned: "It's not that kid, I don't know who I've been chatting with on WeChat all night, laughing like crazy, ours is a double bed!"

"I don't have it!" Cheng Zhen came over and retorted, "I'm covered with a quilt, you are too sensitive." Today his long hair is tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and a sports headband is tied on his forehead. It looks like it's about to do a big job.

Discovering the situation here, the cameraman was on his way, Bai Zhan walked away silently.

Mild was walking down the stairs. He was wearing a white, white short-sleeved shirt, white cropped pants, and white sneakers. Only a black silk tie was hung on the neckline. He was really a white fairy.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Ting asked in amazement: "Why are you wearing such clean clothes?! How can you still play happily?" Today will definitely be going out on location and playing games.

Mild drooped his head: "I can't help it, the brand father appointed it."

Jiang Ting nodded knowingly.

Shi Tianchen asked: "Why didn't you sleep, okay? He chatted on WeChat because of Cheng Zhen, so Zhuo Shen also...?"

Mild whispered: "God Zhuo didn't chat on WeChat, he fell asleep early, but...he talked in his sleep and sang! Do you think it's scary or not?!"

Thinking of Zhuo Wenxi's frigid face, he suddenly sang in the middle of the night...

"Scary and scary!" The three nodded together, "Thank you for your hard work."

But Shi Tianchen immediately asked: "If there is a chance to change the room, will you change it?"

"Of course not!" Mild said without hesitation, "How many people in the world can have the opportunity to hear God Zhuo talking in his sleep!"

The rest of the people looked at him like a little idiot, and expressed that they didn't see it. Jiang Ting said, "Damn, you won't return the recording, will you?"

The little idiot felt insulted: "How is that possible! I am also a fan!"

Zhuo Wenxi suddenly appeared at this moment and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Zhen replied: "Talk about the basic literacy of fans."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wenxi glanced at Mild lightly, and the latter's face flushed instantly.

"Oh——" Jiang Ting looked at the camera next to him, then looked up at the ceiling, and muttered, "Why do I feel bad, this is 'what are gays thinking'?"

Cheng Zhen said: "You don't understand, the more straight a man is, the less he cares about it. It's normal to joke with each other, but those who are really crooked will deliberately act straight..."

As they spoke, the two of them searched for Shi Tianchen with their eyes at the same time.

At this time, the latter was hiding in a corner where the camera couldn't capture it, and was getting close to a young lady. I don't know what he said, and the young lady blushed.

Jiang Ting and Cheng Zhen glanced at each other at this moment, and both felt that they might be thinking too much.

"What? Do all the staff sleep in the basement? Or on the floor? It's very cold now, how can you let such a cute girl like you sleep on the floor?"

The little sister blushed and replied: "It's okay, it won't be very cold..."

"This show is really stingy, and the staff also have human rights." Shi Tianchen said with a little exaggeration.

"Ah, that's not the case. Because we are members of the program team, we need to be on call at all times. Most of the equipment is in the basement. It is more convenient to sleep there to work overtime. People brought by guests like guests don't need to sleep in the basement."

Shi Tianchen grasped the key words: "Oh, where do they sleep?"

"It should be on the first floor, a double room, the conditions are okay."

After getting the information he wanted, Shi Tianchen no longer wanted to fight: "Remember to cover it up that night, it's still a bit cold in the second half of the night, I'm going to record a show, I won't delay you."

The young lady stopped him: "Ah, is it convenient to add a WeChat account?"

Shi Tianchen blinked: "What a coincidence, my phone is at the agent's place. Goodbye!"

Knowing that Bai Zhan didn't need to sleep on the floor in the basement, Shi Tianchen was relieved, and just now he almost proposed to rent out the villa next to him for the staff to live in.

The outdoor game started, and the crew pulled them to the nearby seaside. The weather was too cold and it was impossible to go into the water. The place to play the game was this beach.

The sun is shining today, the scenery is very beautiful, the sea and the sky are in the distance, and the white sandy beach is nearby. This is one of the famous scenic spots in N City. It is famous for its fine sand quality comparable to Boracay Island.

Some fans got the news in advance and rushed to the scene to watch. There are fans from every family. They called the artist's name, flowers, famous tags, posters, and they became one piece. Their madness also attracted tourists who didn't know the situation to stop. Spectacular.

Bai Zhan, Yu Zhaoxuan and other family members of artists were the second group to follow the car. When they got out of the car, they were shocked by the crowded scene.

Fortunately, Shi Tianchen has filming experience, so he is more open-minded. He has even passed the hurdle of performing sex scenes in the state of onlookers. .

The game has already started, the beach obstacle course, after a round of the game, everyone is ashamed, with sea sand on their faces, our poor little Mild has long since changed color in his white clothes, and his handsome face has also changed. It became dirty, and the assistant wanted to wipe his face, but he stopped him with a wave of his hand, but he rubbed it with the back of his hand. I don't know what is so magical about this action, and it can also make fans scream loudly.

The second round of the game was even more brutal. It was beach volleyball, but it was definitely not just playing volleyball. It was playing volleyball on horseback. The one who lost the obstacle in the last round became a "horse", so Zhuo Wenxi had no choice but to carry Mild on her back. Jiang Ting Neither Cheng Zhen nor Shi Tianchen wanted to carry Shi Tianchen on their backs. If they were to be his horses, they might die, so the director temporarily changed the rules and allowed them to carry one back.

Although Mild and Cheng Zhen both follow the route of handsome boys, they are still full of youthful spirit. This kind of competition is to win. Of course, there is no idol burden, but Cheng Zhen is still too obedient. He was plotted by Jiang Ting and was eliminated miserably. Zhuo Wenxi also participated in the three final rounds.

In the end, Mild, Jiang Ting, and Shi Tianchen made it to the final. The program team prepared a huge clay pot filled with fine sand.

This round was a tiebreaker, requiring them each to reach into the jar and remove the contents.

It can be seen from the surface of the sand that there are living creatures hidden in the sand, and they are still crawling, because the sand surface is trembling slightly.

Zhuo Wenxi couldn't stand just looking at it—what kind of moral is there for a program group that can ask who is the person you most want to kiss among the artists present?There must be all kinds of insects inside, maybe even snakes.

Jiang Ting's face turned pale, and he raised his hands in surrender: "I admit defeat! I don't want to touch the things inside!"

Of course, Bai Zhan hopes that Shi Tianchen can win this round, because the victory or defeat of this game is related to whether his housing can be improved tonight. A game of this level should not be a big deal to Shi Tianchen. He knows that he is not afraid of bugs. And for a lazy person like him to make it to the finals all the time, it must be because of changing rooms.

The sea breeze blew, and the scene gradually became quiet.

Shi Tianchen and Mild stood in front of the pot at the same time.

"Are you ready? Whoever takes out the most wins." The director announced the rules.

After the voice fell, the scene was in an uproar: "The most?? How many disgusting things are there?"

Cheng Zhen also shouted: "It can't be a sand monkey, right? That thing only eats small bugs in the sand. It has thorns and hairs—"

Sand monkeys are also called ant lions. Just hearing the name makes one's scalp tingle.

Zhuo Wenxi rubbed her arms: "Speak less."

The director asked again: "How is it? You can still quit now!"

Following the words, there was another wave on the surface of the sand, as if the things underneath were crawling fast again.

Shi Tianchen asked: "Then what if we quit at the same time?"

The director replied: "Then you, Jiang Ting, Mild will compete in another project until the winner is determined."

Someone outside the court shouted: "Yes, yes, change it!"

Shi Tianchen was about to open his mouth, but Mild said, "I won't quit."

The director looked at him: "If Shi Tianchen is the only one who withdraws, you have to take out the contents to win."

"Ah—that's how it is!" Some fans complained for Mild.

Mild nodded with a pale face: "I will, I can." After speaking, he looked at Shi Tianchen: "Brother Tianchen, do you want to quit?"

The two looked at each other for a while, Shi Tianchen took a step back and said, "I'll quit."

Unexplained boos from outside the field.

The director made a gesture and said, "Then, let's begin—"

Mild raised his hand, and there were unavoidable exclamations from the onlookers, some felt distressed, some felt terrible, and some just watched the excitement and applauded.

But soon, they were asked to keep quiet by the security guards at the scene. This is a recording program, and the sound will be recorded in the same period. Occasionally screaming can also set off the atmosphere. What's the matter with you screaming all the time.

Zhuo Wenxi frowned deeply at this time, "What are you doing, so hard work."

Jiang Ting nodded: "Yeah, this kid is really strong, he even gave up on Iron Straight."

By the way, Steel is pointing directly at Shi Tianchen.

Yu Zhaoxuan and Bai Zhan stood not far away, the former kept muttering in a low voice: "It's too hard, this is too hard..."

The latter looked at Shi Tianchen who had already given up, and then at Mild. For some reason, he always felt that Shi Tianchen should not give up so easily. There must be other reasons.

On such a quiet seaside, a breeze blew by, Mild raised his hand, and in front of everyone's attention, he stretched his entire forearm into the sand. He stared at his thin and white half arm that had been swallowed up by the sand.

The cameraman quietly raised the camera and approached, and zoomed in on Mild's current expression. Mild, who had a large amount of gravel on his face, had a sense of determination that didn't match his appearance and age.

He reached out to the bottom of the sand, touched it carefully, and then obviously touched something, his expression shook slightly, his eyes opened slightly, and the next second, he showed a look of horror.