Lin Yichen and Ye Mubai were teammates.
Almost all the chickens were caught by Ye Mubai. Lin Yichen was either resting on the sidelines or joking around with the cameraman.
"Sister Mubai, my eyes are so swollen. Do I look really ugly right now?" Lin Yichen frowned as he looked at himself in the camera lens.
Ye Mubai kept her eyes fixed on the chickens, but she didn't forget to take a moment to comfort him, "It's okay, little brother. Your eyes are still big even when they're swollen. You don't look bad at all."
Lin Yichen looked in the mirror with satisfaction.
Suddenly, he frowned and looked at Ye Mubai. "Sister Mubai, why are your eyes so small? Are your parents' eyes very small too? I feel like your eyes aren't even as big as my under-eye bags."
Ye Mubai's face showed some embarrassment. "Ah? Yeah, my parents' eyes are pretty small."
"Ah?" Lin Yichen shook his head. "Sister Mubai, your family is too pitiful, all having small eyes. No one makes fun of you guys in your daily life, right?"
Ye Mubai bit her lip, her enthusiasm for catching chickens fading. She gathered her courage and said, "No, eyes that can see clearly are good eyes. Our family's eyesight is quite good."
Lin Yichen tilted his head. "But they still don't look good."
Ye Mubai took a deep breath. She wanted to continue catching chickens, but her mind was now completely filled with what Lin Yichen had just said.
Lin Yichen laughed again. "Sister Mubai, don't jump up suddenly later. Did you know that when you jumped just now, your spare tire was exposed?"
The more he spoke, the funnier he found it, bending over laughing and clutching his stomach. "Sister Mubai, the fat on your waist is so funny, it jiggles when you move."
Ye Mubai flushed red from his words. She said softly, "Little brother, can we not talk about this? I feel a bit humiliated."
Lin Yichen immediately frowned. "What's humiliating about it? It's very cute."
"Sister Mubai, if anyone makes jokes about your figure next time, you have to tell me. I'll teach them a lesson for you!"
Ye Mubai nodded and sighed.
She knew Lin Yichen meant well, but his way of doing things often made her feel terrible.
After that, her efficiency in catching chickens dropped drastically. She didn't dare to run at all, afraid that the fat on her body would jiggle, and she didn't dare to bend over, afraid her belly fat would show.
Ye Mubai felt increasingly miserable. If only she could be as thin as the other female celebrities, how great would that be.
[Sister Mubai is feeling insecure. Don't feel insecure, our baby Yichen will help you.]
[Sister Mubai is so pitiful. I used to be fat too. If only I had a friend like baby Yichen by my side back then.]
[Baby Yichen is really so warm. He never looked down on Sister Mubai, and he even helped her integrate with the other guests.]
[People used to hate on our baby Yichen, saying he had low emotional intelligence or whatever, but he is just so good. He's always comforting everyone, such a ray of sunshine.]
[No, Lin Yichen really shouldn't comfort people. Ye Mubai was working so hard catching chickens earlier, but as soon as he "comforted" her, she instantly became insecure.]
Sang Ranbai, who was nearby, glanced at them but said nothing.
She knew what kind of person Lin Yichen was, so she chose to keep her distance.
On the other side, Ji Zhaoxi and Jiang Yanchen had gone completely crazy catching chickens.
"Ji Zhaoxi 10, Jiang Yanchen 10," the director counted from the sidelines.
Ji Zhaoxi was almost in tears from anger. What was wrong with Jiang Yanchen?
Wasn't he uninterested in screen time? Why was he constantly stealing the spotlight from her today?
And to think she had even taught him yesterday!
This was simply inviting a wolf into the house, opening the door for a thief, rearing a tiger to court ruin, releasing a tiger back to the mountain, and digging her own grave!
Jiang Yanchen was also keeping a close eye on Ji Zhaoxi's movements. He was actually already very tired.
His gaze happened to meet Ji Zhaoxi's, and seeing the intense encouragement in her eyes, his gaze sharpened, and he caught another chicken.
As her teammate, he wouldn't hold her back.
A hint of a smile flashed in his eyes as he held the chicken up to show her.
Ji Zhaoxi looked at him in disbelief. Jiang Yanchen actually dared to provoke her?
Did he not know who taught him his chicken-catching skills?!
Ji Zhaoxi turned her head away without a word and caught chickens even more vigorously.
Seeing her working so hard, Jiang Yanchen naturally didn't dare to slack off and immediately continued catching chickens.
The other guests were already tired and were sitting on the sidelines resting, drinking water while watching them catch chickens.
Xie Siheng asked the director in confusion, "Isn't first place already theirs? Why are they still catching them?"
The director was also completely baffled. What was going on? Were these two addicted to catching chickens?
The chickens in the coop were almost all caught. The remaining ones were tired of running and had stopped clucking, leisurely strolling around the enclosure.
The ground was covered with the footprints of the two of them running back and forth.
The chicken farm carried a heavy aura of desolation. The fierce and majestic chicken couple from yesterday were now huddled obediently in a corner, only daring to let out weak clucks.
Ji Zhaoxi cornered them with a dark expression. The chicken couple's vision instantly darkened as they looked at Ji Zhaoxi, trembling in fear.
Ji Zhaoxi scoffed coldly, "Since you two are so deeply in love, I'll grant your wish to be a pair of doomed lovers!"
Standard villain dialogue.
The chicken couple was locked in the cage.
If it weren't for this hateful chicken couple pecking Jiang Yanchen, his fighting spirit wouldn't be this strong right now!
In the end, the last few chickens in the farm were all caught in Ji Zhaoxi's fishing net, and Ji Zhaoxi huffed and puffed as she stuffed them into the cage.
Jiang Yanchen had no more chickens on his side and came over to help her load them.
The moment his hand touched that plump chicken wing, Ji Zhaoxi looked at him in disbelief. "I caught this!"
What on earth was wrong with Jiang Yanchen! Why was he still trying to steal her chickens?
"Oh, oh." Jiang Yanchen quickly let go of the chicken wing.
Ji Zhaoxi was so angry her eyes turned red. Jiang Yanchen was simply pushing things too far.
The director was tired just watching. He announced the final results: "Ji Zhaoxi 35, Jiang Yanchen 28. Ji Zhaoxi's team wins!"
The reward for winning the competition was seven hot water vouchers for each of them, along with some pocket money.
[Wait, what? Ji Zhaoxi is this strong?]
[Can someone tell me if this is a team competition or an individual one? The smell of gunpowder is about to burst out of the screen.]
[Poor chicken couple, a moment of silence for them.]
[Why exactly does Jiang Yanchen look at Ji Zhaoxi every time he catches a chicken? I feel like Ji Zhaoxi is going to die of anger because of him.]
[Didn't they say these two weren't close? Can someone tell me if they are actually close or not? This determines how I ship them.]
[If you can ship this, then your teeth must be really tough.]
[The solo fan upstairs shouldn't get triggered.]
Jiang Yanchen felt that today's competition was absolutely perfect, but what confused him was that as soon as the match ended, Ji Zhaoxi gave him the cold shoulder, looking like she was in a very bad mood.
He didn't understand. Hadn't the two of them cooperated perfectly today?
When Ji Zhaoxi was about to return to her room, he stopped her.
"Here."
Jiang Yanchen handed her his hot water card. Ji Zhaoxi didn't react in time.
Jiang Yanchen awkwardly turned his head away. "Don't you wash your hair every day? Use hot water to wash it."
After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Ji Zhaoxi stared blankly at the hot water card in her hand. Could it be that she had judged the heart of a gentleman with the mind of a petty person?
She looked up to find ten camera lenses aimed directly at Jiang Yanchen, with only a single photographer focusing on her.
Ji Zhaoxi: ...
Screw this!
