Chapter 1: The Chinese Spirit,Suisui and Top Star Wen Chi

Wow, after the spring rain, the mountains were so green and shiny, with fog all around and dew hanging on the grass leaves like strings of little pearls.

"Wow, the scent of the predestined one!" A soft, milky exclamation suddenly came out. Right after that, the bushes beside the big tree rustled and two small heads popped out like little squirrels. Their two pairs of big, black eyes were like detectors, turning around vigilantly, and their necks twisted together as if they had discussed it, just like that "peeking" emoji on the Internet!

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from afar. One head quickly withdrew like a coward, while the other one was still standing there stupidly, with its eyes wide open, looking around blindly.

"Whimper..." A low whine of the dog sounded pitiful, as if it had been wronged a lot. But its owner, like a wooden block, didn't react at all.

Helplessly, the big, milky-white Chow Chow, which was as fat as a small hill, had to open its big mouth, carefully avoiding its sharp teeth, and gently bit the corner of its owner's clothes and tugged. With a "rip" sound, a big hole was torn in the thin cotton clothes, and the cold wind rushed in.

"Hill, what are you doing!" Sui Sui's eyes widened angrily. Her eyes were originally big and lively, and now, because of her anger, they shone like two small flames. The Chow Chow squatting there, taller than her, hung its head and whined twice, as if begging for mercy from its owner, "Master, I'm sorry. Don't be angry. It was my mistake."

Sui Sui put her hands on her chubby little belly and ignored it angrily. Suddenly, Hill nudged Sui Sui with its big head, and then Sui Sui came to her senses and quickly squeezed into the back of the bushes. The bushes were crammed full, and only two pairs of sneaky eyes could be seen through the gaps in the grass leaves, peeking outside like thieves.

Sui Sui also whispered, "Humph, we have to be careful not to let anyone find us." Hill also whined twice, as if responding, "Got it, master."

The footsteps were getting closer, and a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old walked over with a poker face. The young man was wearing a cotton and silk shirt and pants. The pattern was so bright, like the fireworks set off during the Chinese New Year. It was obvious that it was a cheap thing that could be bought three pieces for twenty yuan at the rural fair. He was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat on his head, aitating the snowflakes:

[Oh ho, with this fall, won't the prosthesis in Wen Chi's nose fall out?]

[Damn it, so weak! Could it be that he accompanied too many big shots and became weak? / 狗头 /]

[How many times is this? How many times? Since entering the mountain, Wen Chi hasn't had any smooth sailing. It makes me so angry!]

[I don't care about Wen Chi's scandals, but after watching his live broadcast, I kind of want to cyberbully him! Who understands hating stupidity?]

[Didn't they say Wen Chi came from the countryside? What is he acting like a delicate young master now?]

[He took his character too seriously while acting. He really thought he was a rich young master!]

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Wen Chi couldn't see the live broadcast comments, but his mood was still terrible. Three days ago, the program team drew lots and dropped four guests, including Wen Chi, at different places in the mountains. Each person was given a shabby basic hut. They had to complete tasks and accumulate points to exchange for food, daily necessities, and materials to decorate the hut.

Wen Chi was so unlucky that he drew the farthest and worst hut. After trudging for half a day and finishing the initial rations provided by the program team, when he arrived, he was so tired that his legs were shaking and he could hardly stand. On the first night, he was hungry when he went to sleep. On the second and third days, the task progress was a mess and nothing went smoothly.

He had never done any housework since he was a child, and he knew nothing about farming. Those high-score tasks were like a book from heaven to him. The low-score tasks were simple, but the food he got after completing them was not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth. Wen Chi, a nineteen-year-old young man who was at the age of eating a lot, basically survived on mineral water these two days. Fortunately, the mineral water was unlimited and didn't require points.

In order not to be the first unlucky guy to faint from hunger and quit the show, Wen Chi used one of his help opportunities to exchange for an emergency supply package. There were only three help opportunities in total. According to the rules, the guest would automatically leave the show once the opportunities were used up. Wen Chi actually didn't care whether he left or not. He came here just because he didn't want to let Xia Kai down.

But at this moment, the supply package hadn't arrived yet, and he had sprained his ankle. The hunger and the stabbing pain in his ankle made Wen Chi fall into a vortex of anxiety and annoyance. He was full of displeasure.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew through the woods, blowing away the sweat on his forehead and also dispersing his anger, making him feel a little better. There seemed to be a soft sigh in the wind. Wen Chi's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped, looking around suspiciously: Where did this sigh come from in the deep mountains and old forests?

After thinking about it, he thought it might just be the wind blowing, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore. Biting his teeth and enduring the pain, he didn't show any abnormality on his face. He slowly walked back, planning to turn off the live broadcast first and then deal with his wound. As Wen Chi left, the aerial camera also flew away.