A group of children gathered outside the fence. The table was full of supplies. While the other guests were baking in the hot sun, the director stood in the shade of a tree, wearing a straw hat with a face full of smiles.
"The production team knows everyone is out of supplies, so we're here to deliver some to you."
"The game is very simple. Do you see this mystery box?" The director patted the box on the table mysteriously.
"There are some things inside. Don't worry, they are all things you've seen in the village. For example, some things that wriggle, or things that everyone has bravely tried."
"There is an alarm here. When you reach your hands in, we will monitor your heart rate. If your heart rate exceeds 110 bpm, you fail. Moreover, you have to guess what it is while wearing a blindfold."
Seeing the director's malicious look, the other guests already started to feel troubled.
The first to go up was Xie Siheng.
"Mr. Xie is very confident." The director smiled at him.
Xie Siheng was very calm. No matter how much the director exaggerated, he knew there wouldn't be anything dangerous inside.
As long as he wasn't scared by the things inside, he would be fine.
He put on the blindfold, held his breath, and carefully reached his hand in. Xie Siheng's heart rate had already started to rise.
"Mr. Xie, stay calm. You haven't even started touching anything yet." The director looked at him with a beaming smile.
Xie Siheng's hand tentatively reached down. He felt dozens of slippery, greasy objects sliding down his hand. He grabbed at them and caught a handful of cold sliminess. His stomach instantly churned.
Could the director really be so sick as to throw earthworms in? Xie Siheng's expression changed. The sticky feeling on his hand became clearer, and he got goosebumps all over his arm.
"Mr. Xie, have you guessed what it is?" The director held back his laughter.
Xie Siheng tried to shake those things off, but the next second, they frantically stuck to his hand. Xie Siheng was so scared that he immediately tried to pull his hand out, his heart rate soaring straight up.
Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Earthworms?"
"Nope."
"It can't be leeches, right?" Xie Siheng looked awful, veins bulging on the hand gripping the edge of the box.
The director's mouth twitched. "Am I really that inhumane in your eyes?"
Xie Siheng guessed for a long time but couldn't get it right, and he didn't want to guess anymore. Time was up.
He took off his blindfold, looked at the contents of the box, and was instantly speechless.
The director, however, was very happy. "Wide vermicelli mixed with aloe vera gel. Mr. Xie, you can go back now. We'll swap your teammate in later."
Next was Ji Zhaoxi's team, and Jiang Yanchen went up.
The reason they sent Jiang Yanchen up first was that he kept a straight face every day, so they felt his emotional fluctuations would be smaller than Ji Zhaoxi's.
"Mr. Jiang is here. I wonder if we'll get to see Mr. Jiang's heart rate soar." The director quickly had someone bring the box up.
Jiang Yanchen put on the blindfold and reached his hand in. His heart rate was very steady.
His hand seemed to sink into a lump of meat. As he applied force, a thick, sticky liquid instantly burst with a squelch. A greasy feeling, like un-washable lard, instantly covered his entire hand. His expression turned slightly ugly.
"Mr. Jiang?" The director raised an eyebrow.
"Mr. Jiang is quite impressive. Your heart rate hasn't changed at all, but you still have to guess what's inside."
Just then, Jiang Yanchen's blindfold suddenly came loose. Keeping his eyes closed, he said calmly, "I didn't open my eyes."
The director shouted loudly, "Teammate, teammate! Teammate, please help tie it."
Jiang Yanchen mocked, "What a low-quality blindfold."
The director's mouth twitched. These people just loved to roast him every day.
Ji Zhaoxi quickly ran over. "Jiang Yanchen, lower your head."
Jiang Yanchen obediently bent down, keeping his eyes closed.
With his sight deprived, his sense of smell and touch became acutely sensitive, almost to a morbid degree.
When she leaned in, the wind mixed with the faint fragrance on her body. He knew this scent was the smell of laundry detergent; he used the same bottle.
Jiang Yanchen unconsciously started to let his imagination run wild.
Her room was right next to his, and their balconies were adjacent. She often hung a lot of clothes on her balcony. Once, that light yellow dress had blown right over to his balcony.
At the time, he passed the dress back to her through the railings. He still clearly remembered the texture of that dress...
The scene was very quiet. Everyone stared in shock at Jiang Yanchen's continuously soaring heart rate.
The director screamed silently on the side, excitedly shooting an imaginary basketball in the air.
The entertainment value for this segment was secured!
The others didn't dare to speak either, just watching silently.
[??? What's going on? Didn't the game pause? Why is his heart rate still speeding up?]
[What's up with Jiang Yanchen? Is he intoxicated by the fragrance?]
[Damn, I'm dying of laughter. He was like a block of wood during the game just now, and now his heart rate is going crazy.]
[Who can understand how hilarious it is that everyone else is staring at these two, not daring to make a sound to disturb them?]
Ji Zhaoxi was leaning very close. He could even feel the sound of her breathing.
"This string is too short," Ji Zhaoxi complained softly.
Jiang Yanchen's throat tightened. He felt his heart beating faster and faster.
Just as Ji Zhaoxi was tying the straps behind his ear, her fingertips accidentally brushed against the tip of his ear. A tiny electric current instantly shot through his entire body. Jiang Yanchen's mind went blank, completely short-circuiting.
"Beep, beep, beep... BEEP—!"
Jiang Yanchen's heart rate frantically soared to 130.
The alarm sound of the maxed-out heart rate monitor almost pierced the entire venue.
Ji Zhaoxi was startled by the sound. "What happened? What happened?"
She looked around in confusion.
[Holy crap, what kind of messy thoughts is Jiang Yanchen having? His heart rate shot straight to 130?]
[I'm seriously going to die laughing at Ji Zhaoxi's expression.]
[Jiang Yanchen, falling onto chicken poop wasn't your most embarrassing moment on this show; this is.]
[Wow! Jiang Yanchen's heart rate exploded! And my shipping heart just exploded too!]
The director was about to pass out from laughing. He clutched his stomach, letting out continuous duck-like squawks, his hair flopping around.
Seeing him like this, the children outside the fence hid in their parents' arms in fear.
"Mom, I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, don't be scared." The parents quickly picked up their children.
The other guests looked at Jiang Yanchen in shock. No way?
The scene was extremely awkward. Ji Zhaoxi quickly stopped the crazed director. "It hasn't started yet, so it doesn't count. It doesn't count."
Seeing that she still hadn't figured out the situation, the director laughed even louder.
Ji Zhaoxi looked at him with a bewildered face. Was he crazy?
She was almost crying from frustration. "Can you stop laughing? Our team hasn't even started yet!"
Ji Zhaoxi carefully adjusted Jiang Yanchen's blindfold, but as a result, the heart rate monitor started emitting the piercing alarm sound again.
"Beep, beep, beep... BEEP—!"
Ji Zhaoxi was so startled that she immediately let go.
The director pointed at Ji Zhaoxi, roaring with laughter.
Ji Zhaoxi: ...
She looked at Jiang Yanchen in pure bewilderment.
Could it be that to Jiang Yanchen, she was even more terrifying than the things inside the mystery box?
Jiang Yanchen gripped the mystery box tightly. Because he was using so much force, his fingertips turned white, trembling slightly, his whole body unbelievably tense.
Even though he was wearing a blindfold, his face and ears were incredibly flushed, and even the skin just above his shirt collar was burning a fiery crimson...
