The tension in the bullet comnts had already started to escalate.
Next to make an appearance was the controversial celeb with a mixed reputation among netizens, Ye Jie.
Unlike the previous two, Ye Jie arrived riding a Bactrian cal.
The setting sun turned the entire desert into a flowing amber color.
Ye Jie was draped in a scarlet orchid dance dress, its gauzy ribbons fluttering in the wind like a blazing fire across the sea of sand.
She sat atop the cal with an unnatural deanor, her brows tightly knit, and her body movents a bit stiff.
At this mont, the staff mber leading the cal said sothing to her before stepping aside.
Ye Jie took a deep breath, bent her slender waist back, and spread her arms to achieve a perfect flying posture between the cal’s humps.
The waist chain embroidered with gold threads jingled softly with the movent, intertwining the rhythm of the silver anklets and cal bells.
The afterglow of the setting sun gilded her with a golden edge, and the scarlet veil fluttered in the wind, as if a celestial maiden from a Dunhuang mural had co to life.
However, this beautiful scene provoked completely different reactions in the livestream chat. The bullet comnts flooded in like a tide:
[Speechless. Everyone arrived in jeeps, and you have to stand out? Such a drama queen. Don’t you know Bactrian cals are protected animals? And you’re riding on its back? You’re really asking for it!]
[Ms. Ye at it again, huh? Everyone else is in practical gear, and you’re all dolled up. Did the program give you a separate wardrobe budget?]
[Poor Ming Xueying from our fandom, bare-faced and in training gear, just here to play a backdrop for soone?]
Just as the controversy was about to escalate further, a more sensational scene unfolded—
Jiang Mo, the most popular male actor among the five celebrity guests, also appeared in exotic attire.
He wore a robe of white and gold, with a gem-encrusted scimitar at his waist, resembling a prince from a desert legend.
Coincidentally, the patterns on his clothing clearly belonged to the sa series as Ye Jie’s dance dress, shining brilliantly under the setting sun.
The livestream instantly exploded:
[OMG, couple outfits?! What kind of backing does Ye Jie have to even tie up Brother Mo?]
[I’m gonna puke. What’s her deal? Barely any works, yet she’s so good at creating hype.]
[Brother Mo, so tragic! Ca for charity, and ended up stuck in a CP scandal with a scheming girl.]
The bullet comnts kept coming faster and nearly covered the entire screen.
And squatting at the side waiting to go on, Xu Ying keenly noticed that when Jiang Mo walked towards Ye Jie, a flash of bewildernt passed over her face, obviously surprised by this "coincidence."
But soon, Ye Jie quickly regained her professional smile, though her fingertips involuntarily twisted the fluttering ribbon tighter.
Ye Jie’s remaining cal stopped, and her outfit was heavy with various ribbons, easily tripping her if she wasn’t careful.
She looked around, but no one ca to offer help.
Jiang Mo glanced at Ye Jie and just as he was about to step over and lend a hand—
Ye Jie, noticing, widened her eyes in alarm and quickly dismounted the cal herself.
The quick movent caused her foot to twist slightly.
Ye Jie endured the pain and walked towards the other three guests as if nothing had happened.
Witnessing the appearance of these four guests, Xu Ying glanced at her phone streaming the Snow Wave Video program group and frowned.
Oh my, the program had just started and the tension was this high already.
It seed like this money wouldn’t be easy to earn.
Netizens really had a knack for finding angles to criticize.
Bactrian cals have historically carried the role of transport, capable of handling 200 kilograms of goods, so carrying a person was no issue.
Xu Ying sensed the Bactrian cal seed pretty content, likely due to good recent feeding.
The cal hadn’t complained, but the netizens already did.
Xu Ying shook her head, silently chanting in her mind: "One million, one million, one million."
Taking so flak to earn money wasn’t a loss.
She looked at the comnt section criticizing everything and decided she’d better just walk; her own car seed too flashy, kind of showy.
However, just then, her Bluetooth earpiece rang with Director Shao’s voice.
"Little Xu Station Chief, the fifth guest, Jia Yao, will be coming out a bit later. You go first!"
—"Oh, okay!"
Xu Ying was about to get out of the car.
But she was imdiately stopped by Director Shao.
"Why are you getting out? Just drive in with your car!"
"Your car’s sponsor paid us, there’s an exposure quota."
Xu Ying sat back in the car, put on her helt, sighed, and stepped on the gas.
The roar of the engine ripped through the desert calm, drawing closer from afar.
A white streak of lightning sliced through the golden sand sea, the four-wheel dune buggy tracing sharp curves over the dunes.
The sand kicked up like a perfectly controlled special effect, settling just before reaching the program group.
The ATV skidded to a beautiful stop, its tires carving a perfect semicircle in the sand.
The driver wore a black windbreaker, the full helt reflecting the orange of the sunset.
Xu Ying’s slender fingers casually rested on the handlebar, her wheat-colored skin peeking out from the knuckles.
Though her face wasn’t visible, the sharp aura had already set the livestream chat ablaze.
[Whoa, this parking skill! Must be a professional racer?!]
[Help, that drifting move is so cool! Finger skills killing it!]
[This has to be Brother Yao! Who else could drive a dune buggy like a Hollywood blockbuster?!]
The comnts were instantly taken over by Jia Yao’s fans. They were convinced this had to be their own idol, the top-tier male singer known for his cool and rebellious style, Jia Yao.
After all, who else could turn an ordinary entrance into a personal showcase?
[Brother Yao’s new ride suits him perfectly!]
[Wanna sit in brother’s passenger seat!]
[With these driving skills, Brother Yao must have practiced a lot privately, right?]
Because they were unfamiliar with the seating structure of a dune buggy, no one could tell the driver’s height.
If it weren’t for the earphones in the four guests’ ears receiving the director’s instructions, they might have also believed this fifth arrival was the singing-dancing artist Jia Yao.
However, when the arriving person took off the helt, it wasn’t Jia Yao’s signature silver hair that fell.
A cascade of black hair arched through the desert’s hot wind, with a few grains of fine sand nestled in between.
Under the helt appeared a face slightly flushed from the sun—bright almond eyes, with beads of sweat on the nose, and the corners of the mouth still holding an unrestrained grin.
"Hello everyone, I’m Xu Ying, the chief of the 032 Desert Animal Rescue Station."
Xu Ying casually tossed the helt behind her, the end of her hair tracing a sharp arc through the air.
Don’t ask why she’s acting like this, the director instructed it.
The live chat was montarily blank before surging back like a tide:
[Wait... is this that rescue station head who trended before?!]
[Damn! Who just said this was Jia Yao? Are their faces hurting now?!]
[Ha, another attention seeker, showing off with a motorcycle. For whom, exactly?]
[Speechless, totally hyped for nothing. Another attention hog, swaggering in like that.]
[Nearly splashed sand onto the other guests, really can’t stand show-offs.]
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