Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

For those who don’t know how to ride a horse, the program team also asks the horse owners to lead the way to prevent accidents.

People like An Chen, Fu Qianxun and Erden who already knew how to ride horses were allowed to ride freely.

The guests rode their horses along the path that the herdsmen took when they went to market.

The program team invited a local tour guide to tell them about the interesting stories that happened on this road in the past.

The sky is blue and the clouds are white. The grass is green. The breeze blows the wild flowers on the roadside, emitting bursts of faint floral fragrance.

The scenery along the way is so beautiful.

Some herdsmen sensed the atmosphere and took out the horse-faced harp they carried with them, rode on their horses, and played the harp slowly.

An Chen sat on the horse, looking at the beautiful scenery, and was also struck by it.

The road to the venue is too long, so the program team only arranged a section of the road for everyone to experience it.

It is also a large grassland, but the difference is that there are yurts and tents camped here.

Everyone dismounted one after another.

Director Fan came forward and said, "After the explanation just now, I believe everyone has a certain understanding of the hardships and process of the herdsmen when they go to the market."

"The leisure time is over, now let's play some games." Director Fan pointed to the yurts and tents behind him and said, "Do you see those yurts and tents? This is where you will stay tonight."

Everyone looked in the direction the director was going and saw three yurts and a tent.

Feng Qingyue asked: "This number is not right. It seems that the production team has bad intentions again."

Fang Kecheng asked, "It's two people per room, right? But this tent is so big, is the director team really kind enough to do that?"

An Chen, however, thought that might not be the case.

Sure enough, the next second, Director Fan looked like he had bad intentions and said, "Four yurts are for single occupancy, and the remaining four people will live in one tent."

After saying this, Director Fan ran away.

Feng Qingyue was the first to take off his shoes, throw them at Director Fan, and curse, "Fuck you, you black-hearted guy."

"Director Fan is getting more and more crazy." Fang Kecheng sighed repeatedly, then saw a group of handsome guys next to him, and said with a lustful expression on his face: "It doesn't matter, I'm willing to lose for you."

An Chen reminded: "The expression on your face is too obvious, Orange, stop it."

Fang Kecheng patted his face twice and said, "Okay."

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. With so many handsome guys, how many abdominal muscles could she touch tonight?

Duan Xingyu was shocked when he saw Fang Kecheng's smile and said, "I have to win. If I lose, not only will I lose the game, I might also lose my innocence."

Take Fang Kecheng, that female hooligan. Last time she wanted to see her abdominal muscles, she dared to lift up her clothes. If they really sleep in a tent this time, maybe even her pants will be taken off.

To maintain your innocence, you must fight hard.

Seeing Lin Xunzhu standing aside, Duan Xingyu also reminded him: "You'd better win too."

When Lin Xunzhu heard this, he said with a faint smile in his eyes: "Okay."

Duan Xingyu said: "Why are you laughing so strangely? I am..."

He stopped talking halfway because it was still being broadcast live. If the screen was recorded by netizens and posted online, it would have a huge impact on the other party.

Su Huachen said: "Director, just start talking about the rules of the game."

Director Fan asked the staff to bring four grass skiing boards and placed them in front of everyone, saying, "I think everyone has played grass skiing before. Our competition will involve two people playing grass skiing in groups."

Feng Qingyue said: "It can't be that simple."

Lin Xunzhu asked: "There should be other requirements, right?"

Director Fan said: "Of course it's not that simple. Normally when people ski on the grass, they slide from the top to the bottom. This time we will slide in the opposite direction, from the bottom to the top."

Feng Qingyue took off his other shoe and threatened: "Can you tell me the rules again?"

Director Fan subconsciously hid behind the assistant director.

The assistant director advised, "Teacher Feng, pay attention to your image, your image."

Feng Qingyue then straightened his clothes to maintain his image as a veteran artist.

Director Fan took the opportunity to stick his head out from behind the assistant director and emphasized again: "Slide from the bottom to the top, ski on the grass."

Feng Qingyue: “…”

An Chen asked: "Director, how do we slide from the bottom up?"

Director Fan asked someone to demonstrate it.

I saw two staff members sitting on the grass skiing board, each holding two special wooden sticks in their hands, using the sticks to support the grass and sliding in the opposite direction.

It's a bit like rowing a boat, only not as easy.

Director Fan pointed to a small hill not far away and said, "The distance from the white flag to the red flag is exactly 100 meters. Whoever reaches the red flag first wins. The first two winning groups will live in a yurt with a single bed, and the loser will live in a tent room for four people."

Fang Kecheng pointed at them and said, "This is too difficult."

Duan Xingyu said: "How can this director team come up with so many tricks to play pranks on people in one day?"

Director Fan replied fearlessly, "I stayed up late thinking about it."

Feng Qingyue's shoes fell from the sky, and Director Fan quickly hid behind the assistant director again.

The assistant director took the shoes and said with a smile, "Teacher Feng, your image is still there."

As he said this, he asked the staff to return all the shoes to Teacher Feng and threw them at Director Fan's feet.

Feng Qingyue said as he put on his shoes: "If you let me pull Fan Jin over and beat him up, I don't want this image anymore."

No matter how much everyone resists, the game still has to be played and the show still has to be recorded.

Director Fan had someone bring up the familiar lottery box and said, "We will draw lots to form groups."

Everyone came forward to draw lots.

Inside was the same thing as last time, with ping-pong balls with numbers written on them.

The director team requested that the numbers cannot be announced in advance and must be announced after all the numbers have been drawn.

Feng Qingyue was the first to draw the lot. He said, "The numbers we draw are the same anyway. It all depends on luck who we get paired with."

An Chen was the second person to draw the number. Looking at the number plate in his hand, he subconsciously looked towards Fu Qianxun.

After everyone had drawn their numbers, Director Fan shouted, "Okay, now everyone can open the numbers they drew."

Fu Qianxun always wanted to be in a group with An Chen. He drew the number 3, but when he checked An Chen's number, he found that his opponent's was 2.

An Chen said with some regret: "It's not the same number of words."

Fang Kecheng took the number ball, walked to An Chen and said, "An Chen, I'm number 2, we're in the same group."

Fu Qianxun frowned slightly because he was not assigned to An Chen's group. Then he looked at everyone and asked, "Who is number 3?"

No one else claimed it until Fu Qianxun asked again.

Erdencai held up the ping-pong ball reluctantly and said, "Number 3 is me."

Both of them were stunned.

Then there was a look of mutual disdain in their eyes.

An Chen also didn't expect that his second brother would be in the same group with Erden.

He seems to have never liked Erden. Will they fight in the same group?

On the other side, Duan Xingyu looked at the number 1 ball in his hand and silently said in his heart: "I must not be in the same group with Lin Xunzhu. I must not be in the same group with him."

Lin Xunzhu walked up to him and said, "Xingyu, call me."

Duan Xingyu gritted his teeth secretly, wondering how he could say out loud what he was muttering in his mind.

When Lin Xunzhu saw that he and Duan Xingyu had the same ball, he said with some joy on his face: "What a coincidence, I also have ball number 1."

Duan Xingyu stared and leaned forward to take a look. Sure enough, the number ball in Lin Xunzhu's hand was 1.

It's over, the sky is falling.

This time we are doomed to fail.

His innocence is at stake.