The next day of filming, when Yun Zhi Yue arrived, she noticed four more people present.
Surprised, she looked at Yun Xiaoxiao, not expecting her to join in the fun.
"Yun Zhi Yue, I'm here to keep you company, so those people won't talk nonsense. It's not like they're family," she said.
"Damn, this Yun Xiaoxiao is really getting on my nerves. And here comes Huo Huo with our moon," she thought.
"You've said something nice for once; just step aside, you're in the way," she muttered.
Nie Yi, dressed in all black casual wear, approached Yun Zhi Yue and naturally took her hand, their fingers interlocking, a wicked grin on his face.
Yun Zhi Yue frowned and tried to shake him off but failed. "Nie Zong, have some self-respect."
"Self-respect? Do you think that applies to me? We're on the same team," he replied with a smirk.
"Even if you're shameless, there’s still a time and place for it. Nie Zong, this is crossing the line," Jian Qinzhi interjected, gripping Yun Zhi Yue's wrist and forcibly separating their hands.
Nie Yi's gaze turned cold, and the atmosphere became tense.
The director wiped the sweat from his forehead repeatedly, feeling both pained and delighted; while the viewership soared, he struggled to maintain control over the situation.
"Well, Nie Zong isn’t familiar with everyone. If he wants to work well with his own artist, how about this: I'll team up with Nie Zong," Han Ling suggested to ease the tension.
Han Ling's teammate, Ke Fan, was bewildered; his teammate had abandoned him—what was he supposed to do now?
Behind him, a charming man with peach blossom eyes patted him on the back. "Hello there! You're Ke Fan, right? We're on the same team."
Ke Fan opened his mouth but ultimately accepted this bizarre and challenging situation under Ji Yan and Peach Blossom Eyes' watchful gaze.
"Haha! This is hilarious; poor Ke Fan!"
"I'm so excited! Jian Qinzhi is indeed the Navigating Monarch—so bold to confront Nie Yi!"
"By the way, has anyone dug up Nie Yi's background yet? Bullying our moon like this—there must be some dirt to uncover."
"Pfft! Does he even need digging? Those scandalous stories are everywhere! He’s just a domineering CEO; what can you do about it?"
Online discussions erupted again, but in the end, no one knew about Nie Yi's origins. Even if they did know, no one dared to speak up.
The host took the stage under pressure: "Yesterday we got to know each other a bit. We have some new friends today, but everyone isn't unfamiliar."
"Next, we need to deepen our mutual understanding to determine if we've truly met 'the one.' This game is called 'Heart Connection.' Everyone will jump on trampolines; male and female guests will hold hands while the team uses their bodies to collide. The last pair standing will win."
Due to the increase in participants, the team now consists of eight members. The top four will be rewarded with a seafood feast for lunch, while the bottom four will receive plain congee with pickles.
There was no misunderstanding of the rules, and the game began.
A super trampoline was brought in by a group of over ten people. For safety, thick foam boards were placed underneath it.
As everyone entered the arena, they began to figure out how to grip each other's hands tightly to avoid slipping. Most opted for an interlocking fingers approach.
In this round, the focus was not on Yun Zhi Yue or Nie Yi, but rather on the male pairing of Ji Yan and Ke Fan.
Ji Yan looked at Ke Fan, who had a delicate appearance but wore an expression of discomfort that he tried to hide. With a mischievous grin, he asked, "Shall we interlock fingers?"
Ke Fan's eyelids twitched. "No need for that, right? We're both grown men; we can just hold hands."
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow and extended his hands. Ke Fan reluctantly took hold of them, suppressing his discomfort.
"Haha, I'm dying of laughter! Look at Ke Fan's face; he looks like he's just touched something dirty."
"There's an inexplicable feeling of being a little wife here; I kind of want to ship this pairing."
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