Chapter 40
“The rules of the Guardian Angel game are as follows!”
“Each person writes their name and a wish on a slip of paper. Then draw lots — the name you draw is the person you must secretly look after today, and you must also complete their wish.”
At this point, Director Niu added, “Remember — secretly look after them.”
After explaining the rules, the production team handed out paper and pens.
Xie Mi first wrote her name. After thinking for a moment about the wish column, she wrote in big, bold characters:
[Wish: To reap without working for a whole day.]
Once everyone finished, the slips were collected, put into a draw box, and the drawing began.
When drawing, each person had to check their slip; if they drew their own name, they had to put it back and redraw.
“Now, everyone please open your slips and confirm who you’ll be guarding today and what their wish is!”
Xie Mi unfolded hers.
The three characters Shen Yeqing jumped out at her.
Ha!
What a coincidence.
…
The love bus drove along the coastal highway and finally stopped at the beach.
The sea breeze was gentle, and the moist air carried a salty tang.
“This is where we’ll camp by the sea,” Director Niu loudly introduced.
Qiu Chengye frowned. “Where’s the camping gear? The food? How do we camp if there’s nothing?”
He had hit the nail on the head.
In front of them was a wide stretch of white beach, nothing else besides a group of cameramen.
Surely they didn’t expect them to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed?
Director Niu smirked slyly. “You’ll need to earn money to buy those things — but you can’t use your own money. You have to PK against us to get your camping funds.”
“PK?” Liu Woxing didn’t understand.
“That’s right!”
The assistant director strutted out from the crew, hands on hips, full of swagger. “Today, it’s guests versus crew! Three rounds of games. Each round you win, you get 1,000 yuan. If you lose, you get nothing.”
“We’ve also prepared a price list of Nanhai City for reference,” Director Niu said, showing them a sheet.
Xie Mi leaned over for a glance.
Good grief — never mind food and drink, even the cheapest tent cost 200 yuan per day. With six people, at least two tents were needed. Not to mention awnings, tables, chairs, barbecue grills…
They needed at least 2,000 yuan just to scrape by for one day.
“So what are the games?” Xiao Jingxi asked.
“Tug-of-war, beach volleyball, and swimming relay! To be fair, we’ll also send out three men and three women from the crew to face you!”
Hearing this, Qiu Chengye laughed.
The assistant director and his crew were all weaklings. Surely this was an easy win?
Puffing out his chest, he stepped forward. “I work out all year. These games are nothing to me. I’ll be captain today, you all listen to me—”
But then, behind the assistant director, out stepped two 1.88m muscle men and three women built like Amazons.
Qiu Chengye quickly shuffled back into the group like Pan Zhou Dan. (TN: Bad with memes, but this is one of the memes I’m familiar with.)
[Our bro Qiu — a master of knowing when to advance and retreat]
[Hahahahahaha I’m dead]
[This is a matchstick army versus Black King Kongs]
[Hey upstairs, watch your manners]
“So? Do you accept the challenge?” the only matchstick-thin member of the crew taunted.
Xie Mi was just about to kneel and beg for mercy when Xu Shuangrong secretly shoved her forward.
By the time she realized, she was already standing at the front of the group. Behind her, Xu Shuangrong gave her an apologetic smile.
A little apologetic, but not much.
Xie Mi was instantly furious, scooped up a handful of sand, and whipped it up into a Sandstorm Tornado.
“Challenge accepted! Come on! Kill us if you dare! We’ll fight you to the death! Let’s all go down together—!!”
Xu Shuangrong’s smile froze.
The others: “6.”
The game began. First round: tug-of-war.
On the opposite side stood five hulking men and one scrawny weakling. Their aura alone crushed them.
Although their side had three guys who worked out regularly, the women were all slim — no contest in strength.
Xie Mi frowned, thinking hard about their chances.
The assistant director jeered from across. “Don’t bother thinking. No matter what, you’ll lose!”
As if to prove it, one of the strongmen casually lifted the assistant director with one hand, like picking up a chick.
[Holy crap, how do you win against that?]
[Best move is to forfeit. Save energy for the next round instead of wasting it on a sure loss]
[Don’t surrender! The Xie Army never surrenders! Sister Xie, go nuts!!]
“Family, I’ve got an idea!”
She waved everyone closer, whispering, “Once it starts, I’ll #@##@%@#%. You guys just hold out for the first three seconds, remember — you must hold out!”
Fweeeet—
Director Niu blew the whistle. The match began.
The opposing team, led by the assistant director, shouted in unison: “One-two-one! One-two-one!”
The middle red marker quickly shifted toward them. It was clearly a hopelessly lopsided game.
But games always have surprises.
Suddenly, Xie Mi let go of the rope, bent down into a bull-charging stance, stomped her foot, and sprinted forward!
The assistant director’s pupils shrank as three black “horns” charged straight at him!
“Raaaagh—!”
Her hairstyle — sculpted by the barber with three whole bottles of hair gel — had hardened into three black spikes. She jabbed them straight at him, almost poking his eyeballs out.
And she wasn’t done. She shouted: “Furious Bull Charge!!”
Bang bang bang bang bang — she rammed them all flying.
The rope was instantly yanked over to the guests’ side, while Xie Mi collapsed into peaceful slumber from the self-inflicted concussion.
A noble self-sacrifice.
[Sister Xie… badass]
[So that hairstyle was a setup! I get it now, I get it!]
[Scariest part? After all that, her hairstyle is still rock! solid!]
[Which hair salon did this? I’m calling the cops]
When Xie Mi opened her eyes again, she was lying in Shen Yeqing’s arms.
“You’re awake?” he looked down at her. In his beautiful, soul-stealing eyes flickered obvious temptation.
Dazed, her hand wandered toward his firm, warm abs. “I think… I could lie here a bit longer… eh?”
Someone was pulling her away.
Turning, she saw Xiao Jingxi scowling, tugging at her arm. “What are you doing!”
Xie Mi was not pleased. She quickly wrapped her other arm around Shen Yeqing’s waist, squeezing twice for good measure, and shouted, “Hey, what’s your problem? My head’s still dizzy, okay? I’m not being lustful, it’s just dizziness—”
Above her, a low chuckle rang out, deep and seductive.
Smack!
Xiao Jingxi’s hand was slapped away. Shen Yeqing smoothly pulled Xie Mi back into his arms, his tone openly joyful.
“Can’t you see what we’re doing?”
“She’s craving my body.”
