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

No matter how much everyone protests, there is no way to avoid this mission card.

The program team arranged three farm tasks, namely picking 800 corns, 200 kilograms of strawberries, and 200 kilograms of bayberries, and everyone needs to work in pairs.

And the order in which each task is completed also affects what they eat for lunch.

When he heard that they were going to be divided into groups, Duan Xingyu immediately stepped forward and said, "Huachen, you should be in the same group with me. I'm very strong and can work very hard."

Chen Danyun said: "You should join me. I did farm work when I was a child, so these are not difficult for me."

An Chen tilted his head and looked at several people, thinking that Su Huachen was the protagonist and also the son of heaven, so he must have good luck. If he followed him, would he be able to get some benefits?

An Chen quietly moved to Su Huachen's side and whispered, "Be in the same group with me, okay?"

Su Huachen smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be in the same group with you, An An."

The two people who were arguing over there turned their heads and glared at An Chen when they heard this.

What a shameless person, he intercepted people on the way.

An Chen silently retreated behind Su Huachen, looking at the two men with a pair of innocent yet irritating almond eyes.

Su Huachen patted his hands to reassure him, then looked at the two and said, "Don't be mean to him, you'll scare him."

Duan Xingyu said: "He has many tricks on his mind. He is just deliberately taking advantage of your kindness."

Chen Danyun said: "Huachen, don't be fooled by him. He is not the kind of person who would be scared."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Director Fan stepped forward and said, "No need to quarrel, this time we will draw lots to form teams."

Duan Xingyu drew the number 2. He excitedly approached Su Huachen and asked, "Huachen, I drew 2. What did you draw?"

Su Huachen spread out the paper and said, "Mine is 3."

Feng Qingyue said with a smile: "It seems that Huachen will be in a group with an old man like me."

Duan Xingyu couldn't hide the disappointed look on his face. Then he looked at others. Everyone else showed their notes, and none of them had the word "2".

Everyone looked at An Chen.

He opened the note and saw that there was indeed a number 2 written on it. An Chen felt a little regretful that he couldn't be in the same group with Su Huachen, but it was okay.

Duan Xingyu refused with a look of refusal: "I don't agree. I want to draw lots again."

Director Fan said ruthlessly: "This proposal is rejected."

It really is God's will. Duan Xingyu has the worst temper among these people. Plus, he had a grudge with An Chen in the past. It would be lively just thinking about the two of them teaming up together.

The three teams were Su Huachen and Feng Qingyue in one group, and Chen Danyun and Fang Kecheng in another group.

No matter how unwilling Duan Xingyu was, he had to be in the same group with An Chen. He looked at An Chen with resentment on his face, wishing he could stare two holes in his face.

After the groups were formed, the tasks were divided. All three tasks were tiring, but by comparison, the strawberries in the greenhouse could be sheltered from wind and rain and did not have to be exposed to the sun, which was better than the other two tasks.

The second is bayberry, which is relatively shielded from the scorching sun by big trees. The corn fields are the most tiring, as the corn stalks will make people itchy when they touch them.

After drawing lots again, Su Huachen, the lucky one, naturally drew strawberry, while Chen Danyun and Fang Kecheng drew bayberry.

An Chen, the cannon fodder villain, drew corn as expected.

Even after everyone else left and went about their farm work, Duan Xingyu still looked at him with hatred.

Director Fan whispered to the assistant director, "How long are they going to stare at each other like this?"

The assistant director shook his head and said, "Who knows?"

Director Fan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and chewed them while saying, "It would be better to just have a fight."

Duan Xingyu felt irritated at the thought of working with An Chen, and couldn't help but complain: "I knew I would be unlucky from the moment I saw you."

An Chen suggested: "Why don't you go and break it by yourself, and I'll watch from the side. That way you won't be considered as part of the same group as me."

[An Chen's abacus beads are falling on my face, this scheming man. ]

[I can’t take it anymore. My breasts are failing. I want to touch the network cable and slap them.]

[Our Xingxing is so miserable, having to be in the same group with this psychopath Anchen. ]

[I feel so sorry for our Xingxing. Please make this bitch Anchen explode right here. ]

Duan Xingyu obviously heard An Chen's little thoughts. He was so angry that he laughed and said, "How can you say such a shameless suggestion? You wish you could not work. You must work with me today. You cannot miss a single corn."

As he spoke, he was afraid that An Chen would escape, so he picked up the backpack and sun hat beside him and stuffed them into An Chen's hands, saying, "Come with me to the field."

An Chen pursed his lips, feeling a little sorry that Duan Xingyu had seen through his little thoughts.

He resigned himself to his fate, put on the backpack and followed Duan Xingyu.

An Chen and Duan Xingyu were not used to doing farm work. Although they were busy all the time, they were not fast at picking corn.

Compared to Duan Xingyu who was getting more and more impatient as he worked, An Chen was in a very good mood as he stayed in the cornfield.

His favorite corn was all around, and even the corn leaves were fragrant. It was a pity that he had eaten too much in the morning, otherwise An Chen would definitely break one off and put it in his mouth.

"Little corn, I want to give it to you. It's so happy to share it with everyone. Little corn, I want to give it to you..."

Duan Xingyu originally thought that even if he was in a group with An Chen, he would not talk to him and would just leave him alone.

Look at his tiny arms and legs, he might ask you for help soon, so don't fall into his trap.

As a result, I didn't wait for Anchen to ask for help. Instead, I heard the song he sang first. I didn't think much of it at first.

Half an hour later, Duan Xingyu finally broke down and yelled at An Chen: "An Chen, are you sick? You've been singing this sentence over and over again for ten minutes. This is harassment."

An Chen poked his head out from behind the corn stalks and said, "I don't want to do that either, but I only know how to sing this line."

"I'll teach you... Bah, who wants to teach you to sing?"

"I heard you said you wanted to teach me to sing."

"You heard wrong."

"Oh."

An Chen did not argue, as if the question just now was just a casual question.

But his dead look made Duan Xingyu more and more angry.

I walked over to take a look at his backpack, and when I saw there were only four corns in it, I collapsed and yelled, "Four corns. An hour has passed, and you only picked four corns. Are you a reincarnated turtle spirit?"

I originally went there looking for trouble, but looking at the number of them, there's no need to deliberately look for trouble. They're just asking for a fight.

An Chen glanced at his backpack and said calmly, "Wow, you've filled the whole basket. You're breaking it so fast."

"You're breaking it too slowly."

"I can't open it. It's too sunny."

Duan Xingyu narrowed his eyes and threatened: "You have to do it even if you can't. If you don't break the corn, I will break your head."

An Chen looked at him lazily. He was not being lazy on purpose, but he was a capybara and couldn't change his habits all of a sudden. He always liked to be in a daze when he had nothing to do, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Especially when the weather gets hot, he just wants to find a pool to soak in and daydream, but he feels that this is not a good idea because he has to work.

Facing Duan Xingyu's sharp eyes, An Chen smiled and said, "I have a way to pick the corn in about an hour, and we don't have to do anything."