Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Only They Are Obsessive About Cleanliness, Only They Are Noble
“Why did you suddenly co down from the tree just now?” Sang Qingran looked down at the ground, avoiding watching Qiaoqiao’s concern for Sang Nanfeng as he struggled to control the bitterness in his heart.
Recalling the recent scene calmly, Qiaoqiao’s agility was better than any of theirs, so how could she have been the first to fall from a tree?
Si Chenli was also staring intently at the young girl standing beside him with his deep, dark eyes.
“Sothing hit my arm.” Sang Qiao lifted her arm unconsciously to check, and sure enough, there was a red dent with an irregular shape.
Upon hearing this, Si Chenli bent down to search around the tree Qiaoqiao had just climbed, and quickly picked up a pebble nearby.
Sang Qiao raised her arm with the stone and compared, the size was just right, “Yes, it must be this one.”
“We, the production team, didn’t arrange for any dogs. This must be soone’s deliberate doing. Please rest assured everyone, this person who dared to strike openly will definitely be caught through the surveillance caras, and we’ll give you all an explanation.”
Staff mber A spoke up imdiately; he didn’t know whether to call that person bold or insane to have dared to make a move under so many caras.
“Okay.” Si Chenli rubbed the stone between his fingers for a mont, realizing that the person targeted Qiaoqiao, aning the ambush was specifically for her.
“Alright then, we won’t disturb the guests’ filming any longer and will withdraw now.”
Si No.11 also felt that he had been too cowardly just now. With the dog issue resolved and the staff leaving, he quickly warned, “You all better be careful from here on out, and don’t stir up any more trouble!”
“Don’t worry, from now on, we’ll strictly monitor all staff mbers.” The staff mber finished speaking and led a large group away from the scene.
Everyone began to sit and rest against trees, and before long, Sang Nanfeng also ca back after having his wound treated. His arm was wrapped in thick gauze, looking almost like a fracture.
Sang Qingran: “?”
Sang Qingran frowned, “Which doctor treated that minor scrape for you? They bandaged you so thickly, anyone would think it’s broken.”
“What do you know? It’s safer this way, even small wounds can get tetanus, you know.” Sang Nanfeng argued vehently, completely omitting that he had the doctor bandage him this way on purpose.
“Fine, whatever you say is right.” Sang Qingran couldn’t outtalk him, so he simply gave up.
The two of them had found scarce food that morning and were empty-handed; everyone began their dinner, and they sat there idly. Sang Qingran was resigned to his fate, too lazy to look for more, contemplating waiting to buy from the caraman when the surveillance wasn’t watching.
He didn’t join this reality show to win the championship; winning or losing didn’t matter to him.
As night fell, the people in Si Shiyi’s team, having been scared by the mad dog, dared not cause further trouble.
With the weather being hot for the season, Sang Qiao and the others, not having found any tents, slept leaning against trees.
When dawn broke the next day, the crowds set sail again, and the people in Si Shiyi’s team again followed along like pests.
Sang Qiao, holding Si Chenli’s broad palm, walked ahead and soon saw a clear, see-through river.
“Is that a stream?”
“Do you want to wash up?” Si Chenli responded softly, noting a bit of ash on the young girl’s face—probably from falling out of the tree the day before.
“Yes.” Sang Qiao let go of his hand and ran over in a few quick steps; the water sparkled in the sunlight.
The people in Si Shiyi’s team imdiately brightened, “Got eaten alive by mosquitoes last night, finally a chance to bathe.”
Soone said it and started to move, trying to take off their top. They didn’t get a chance to get closer to the creek when a tall figure blocked their way.
Si Chenli reached out and grabbed No. 11’s collar, his voice full of intimidation, “Put it on. No one is allowed to go over there before she finishes playing in the water.”
“Why should we listen to you? This creek isn’t yours alone.”
Si No. 11 was extrely frustrated as he desperately tried to pull away the man’s hand, but to no avail, as the man’s grip was incredibly strong and he couldn’t break free.
The younger brothers behind him were also scared by the man’s threatening presence, each stopping in their tracks. After all, such a large group of them couldn’t beat this man and woman yesterday.
“Anyone who wants to get punched can continue moving that way,” Sang Nanfeng also threatened.
His Qiaoqiao was so clean; how could she share the creek water with a bunch of stinky n?
“If it’s you, we might not be the ones getting hit, unless you sit on us like a dead dog like yesterday,” a young brother muttered under his breath.
“Pfft…” Sang Qingran couldn’t help it and let out a slight laugh.
Sang Nanfeng’s face turned sour, and he started to raise his fist to grab that young brother’s sleeve, “What do you an? Are you looking down on , believe it or not, I…”
“Don’t be impulsive,” Sang Qingran held his brother’s hand, the one that wasn’t bandaged.
While they were angrily at a standoff, Sang Qiao swiftly finished washing and ran back, standing by Si Chenli’s side, “I’m done.”
“Good, keep an eye on them for ,” Si Chenli chuckled, ruffling her hair.
He then strode toward the creek.
“Hey, aren’t you going a bit too far?” Si No. 11 and his group wanted to curse. So only their spouses are germaphobes, like the rest of them love to wash in leftover water.
“Keep it down,” Sang Qiao raised her eyes, her voice cold. The little inklings of guilt she might have felt were long suppressed by her doting boyfriend.
Si No. 11’s group felt like they had fire burning inside but dared not let it out, only able to seethe with impotent rage.
[LOL, No. 9 and No. 19 really have their own style. If they weren’t Sister Qiao and Brother Li, I’d turn my head!]
[I’m really super curious about who that androgynous No. 1 actually is, I can’t stand her voice.]
[This is outrageous! Isn’t this going too far? How can they threaten others, the creek is clearly for communal use!]
[Don’t forget, folks upstairs, that No. 11’s group was thinking of stealing other people’s food just before. No wonder they’re getting “repaid” now.]
[The group on this side is moving so slowly, they’ve only covered a quarter of the distance, while the next group is already at the halfway mark.]
Si Chenli finally ca back from bathing, and neither Sang Qingran nor Sang Nanfeng allowed them to go to the creek.
This was sothing Si No. 11’s group couldn’t stand, “Do you think we can’t beat you two? They, as a married couple, haven’t tead up with you. They surely won’t help you!”
“If you insist on washing with us, I’ll urinate in the creek and disgust you to death, or I’ll take your clothes and the food and tents we found.”
Sang Nanfeng shalessly threatened them. Having already lost face in won’s clothing, he didn’t mind losing a bit more dignity.
“You’re ruthless.”
In the end, they could only obediently wait until everyone had finished washing before going to the creek.
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