Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

Chapter 8

The spring water in the mountain was very cool, and Jiang Haichao took a comfortable bath, and suddenly felt that all the bad things of the day had disappeared.

Happiness is as simple as that.

He wiped his hair, hummed a little song, and walked leisurely to the bedroom.

Jiang Haichao has a set of life principles that will never go against him, that is - what he loves, who he loves.

As long as you eat and drink enough, nothing matters.

Therefore, what could be called a disaster for others was just a 10-minute struggle for Jiang Haichao.

In the monitoring room on the other side of the camera, everyone held their breath and focused.

Here he is, here he is, he is walking towards Xiang Siming wiping his slightly damp hair.

Jiang Haichao didn't know anything about the excitement in the monitoring room, so he raised his hand and pushed open the door.

Hey, the top student is still reading there in the middle of the night, he really deserves to be a top student.

Jiang Haichao looked at the two mosquito nets that had been hung up, raised his hand to put the towel on his shoulders, and raised his head to Xiang Siming, "Thank you."

Leisurely demeanor, natural movements - those who didn't know really thought they were strangers who recorded the show together.

Xiang Siming raised his hand and turned a page of the book, "Hand in hand."

awkward guy.

After all, it's a reality show, Jiang Haichao wanted to chat a few more words to create something to watch, but after the exhausting journey, Jiang Haichao was so tired that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

Forget it, stop being a demon.

Jiang Haichao got into the mosquito net in a daze, and Xiang Siming's cold expression softened a lot through a layer of white veil.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Haichao collapsed on the pillow, with a thick nasal voice, apparently extremely sleepy.

When Xiang Siming heard this familiar tone of sleepiness before going to sleep, his hand that turned the pages of the book stopped.

Once, there were many nights when Xiang Siming was like this, watching him quietly, listening to his nonsense, and then his voice gradually became deeper and deeper, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Xiang Siming likes Jiang Haichao when he is asleep.

Xiang Siming likes his eyelashes that droop obediently after falling asleep, like butterfly wings; likes his breath as gently as a kitten; likes his innocent and attractive appearance after he calms down.

After a moment of daze, Xiang Siming lowered his voice, "I'm free to read the books you put on the table."

"Oh." Jiang Haichao didn't remember what he brought, and the little assistant helped him pack the luggage.

He yawned, drowsy, "Then take a look—"

Wait, the book's gaudy cover seems, as if, probably, Jiang Haichao has seen it before.

"Scientific Pig Raising"

Xiang Siming: "It's very practical." He glanced at Jiang Haichao who was huddled in the mosquito net, "You are quite well prepared."

Jiang Haichao: I have no choice but to pretend to be asleep.

Fortunately, Jiang Haichao actually fell asleep in the awkward atmosphere after tossing and tossing enough during the day.

On the other side of the monitoring station, the staff had already burst out laughing.

Those who came to this show brought a full set of mountaineering equipment, a whole box of snacks, and even a rice cooker.

Only Jiang Haichao single-handedly enhanced the professionalism of the entire program.

The little suckling pigs in the fence are no longer ordinary pigs, but pigs waiting to be fed scientifically.

The pig farm is no longer an ordinary pig farm, it is a place where the actor has done sufficient research and is ready to show his talents.

However, soon they stopped laughing.

Because, Xiang Siming put down the book in his hand, and gently untied the mosquito net—Jiang Haichao's mosquito net.

Looking at the people who got into Jiang Haichao's tent, the laughter in the monitoring room stopped abruptly.

Jiang Haichao slept very deeply. He used to sleep on his right side, his pillow sank slightly, and his slightly long forehead hair covered his eyebrows and eyes.

Xiang Siming raised his hand and stroked Jiang Haichao's hair.

Sure enough, I was in a hurry to fall asleep without drying my hair completely.

He sighed helplessly, picked up the towel beside him, and gently wiped Jiang Haichao's slightly damp hair.

"Director, what should we do?" The staff couldn't help asking, "Will Xiang Siming hit Brother Hai while he's asleep?"

After all, it's an ex-boyfriend relationship, anything is possible.If something really happened, they couldn't bear the responsibility.

The director looked serious, and said hesitantly: "Xiang Siming is a steady kid, he won't do anything out of the ordinary..."

Before the words fell, the mosquito net was blown up by the wind.

So, everyone saw Xiang Siming carefully brushing Jiang Haichao's hair.

"Director, this?"

Director: "It's okay, a small scene." What's wrong with colleagues wiping their hair?Besides, they are acquaintances.

Small meaning, small meaning.

Then, Xiang Siming leaned over slightly under the anxious attention of everyone.

The director squeezed the pager in his hand.

Xiang Siming raised his hand and gently brushed aside Jiang Haichao's forehead hair.

In the night, he just quietly looked at the sleeping person like this, the love in his eyes was dark but surging.

He pulled down the mosquito net to cover the kiss he landed on Jiang Haichao's forehead.

"Director, what should I do?"

The situation seems to be more complicated than they imagined.

Director: "At least, Xiang Siming didn't take revenge on Jiang Haichao in a fit of anger." Although this is not much better.

A weak voice sounded, "Then, how should we explain to Mr. Huo?"

"cough!"

"No, no, it's the sponsor's side—" the man whispered in the director's ear, "their side is directly connected to our monitoring room."

Director: "..." I have never been so scared in my life.

The entire program group didn't sleep well all night.

No one expected that the one who slept the best was Jiang Haichao who was in the center of the storm.

Early in the morning, Jiang Haichao was awakened by a rooster crowing that resounded through the sky.

He had never had the urge to get up, but he was suddenly awakened in this way, and Jiang Haichao was still on the bed for a few seconds.

Where am I, who am I.

He brushed his messy hair, lifted the mosquito net, and looked at Xiang Siming's position not far away.

Xiang Siming is used to getting up early, so he has already left the room.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, please gather at the red brick house now." The director's small speaker was replaced with a big one, and the sound was no less than the sound of a rooster crowing.

Jiang Haichao quickly got off the bed. He thought that this program group did not have a so-called make-up group, so he simply washed his face, smoothed his hair a little, and went out.

On the other side, several guests were also thrown up from their sleep.

Jiang Haichao was fine, after all, he was the film king and no one dared to enter the house to urge him.But the other faces were more or less embarrassed, obviously picked up by the program crew frantically.

Feng Yuan is the veteran of the program group, and he seems to be used to sitting in front of the camera in a sloppy manner.

The other two newcomers were obviously unprepared. Although Feng Shiyuan was an [-]-line mess, he was an idol, so he suddenly faced the camera without makeup, and the children were still terrified.

Not to mention Li Shan, hiding from the camera is like hiding from an enemy.

The female guest, Jiang Wenwen, was quite calm, but she kept muttering that her swelling had not gone down, and she didn't look good on camera.

Until Jiang Haichao appeared in everyone's sight with a pair of flip-flops and messy hair.

Jiang Wenwen asked subconsciously, "Why does he have a makeup artist?"

Xiang Siming, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly, "He didn't."

"Oh, that's it." Jiang Wenwen smiled awkwardly, "Brother Hai, your skin is really good."

Jiang Haichao smiled, but did not speak.

What Jiang Wenwen didn't know was that Jiang Haichao used to be a man who resisted the CCTV cameras with his plain makeup.

After removing the delicate makeup and hair, the aggressive beauty of Jiang Haichao's body weakened, and the slightly drooping peach blossom eyes were carelessly lazy.

Because he just woke up, Jiang Haichao was lazy. After greeting everyone, he leaned on the stool in the corner.

The director group began to introduce today's game rules.

"Today our session is called 'Scarecrows in the Wheat Field'. The guests are divided into two teams by drawing lots. One team is the guardian of the scarecrows, responsible for protecting the straw seeds in their hands; the other team is the predators, responsible for snatching the seeds.

It should be noted that the predators are not only the guests present, but also the villagers participating in the game, so guardians, be careful.

However, as long as the guardian finds the scarecrow fragments as soon as possible and tie the scarecrow, it will be considered a victory.

The winner can choose first..." The director paused suddenly, seeming a little embarrassed.

"You can give priority to the feed for our little suckling pigs."

After listening, Jiang Haichao probably understood.

Working together all day just to win pig feed?

"Okay, everyone can come up and draw lots."

Jiang Haichao rubbed his hands, he thought for a while, it seems better to be with Xiang Siming in this situation.

He doesn't want to become rivals with Xiang Siming, the scene of the two tearing each other up is scary enough just thinking about it.

Jiang Haichao touched a note carefully, and then unfolded it to have a look.

protector.In other words, today, he has to be chased by a group of people?

Jiang Haichao raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Xiang Siming's note.

Here comes the time to test your character!

Xiang Siming unfolds the note - "Predator"

Jiang Haichao: Fragile character

"This is the seed you want to protect. Please do your best!" The director said while handing over the small balls prepared by the props team to Jiang Haichao, Feng Shiyuan, and Jiang Wenwen, the three guardians.

"Okay, the game is about to start! Guardians, please choose your hiding place as soon as possible."

Jiang Haichao and the other two guests looked at each other. They were both still wearing pajamas, Jiang Wenwen couldn't open her eyes, and Feng Shiyuan had his frizzy hair on his head.

And Jiang Haichao was still wearing a pair of slippers.

He looked at the director, and the game started?

A group of people who are about to run all over the street before they even have their eyes cleaned?

"Okay, the countdown starts now! You still have 10 minutes to escape."

Jiang Haichao looked at the flip-flops on his feet and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, a pair of running shoes fell to his feet.

Jiang Haichao looked up and saw Xiang Siming's cold face that had never changed for thousands of years.

"Dress."

Jiang Haichao was not pretentious, he put on his socks and shoes neatly, "Are you wearing extra?"

This time, Xiang Siming seemed to smile, and whispered, "Our yardage is different."

Jiang Haichao wanted to say something else, but the director held a loudspeaker between the two of them, "Brother Hai, you better run!"

The director glanced at the camera with a nervous expression on his face.

On the other side of the camera, there is still a big boss who is not easy to mess with staring, don't make any more fools!

begging!

The author has something to say:

Many sisters are looking forward to the broadcast of the show

I want to say, don't wait, let's Mr. Huo watch the live broadcast :)

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