There are little zombies at home

After buying good food, the program group forced several guests who were dissatisfied with the program group to enter the next process in the form of task cards.

Zhong Jing took the task card and was about to open it, but the little zombie snatched it away first. He stared at it for a long time, and then he read in the voice of the broadcast: "The first game, throwing hydrangea, The winner will win the right to live in a jungle treehouse."

"I didn't expect the program team to be so generous." Although Zhong Jing had carefully read the process yesterday, but there were no detailed game settings in the script, he was a little surprised to hear it now.

Of course, it wasn't just Zhong Jing who was surprised, the always noisy Shang Peking University also yelled: "If you win the tree house, won't you need to live in a tent?"

"That's right." The director not far away quickly responded.

After the words fell, the other two teams cheered, but Zhong Jing's pair, who played the little zombies with loud voices, lost their minds.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Jing lowered his head and asked him.

"Oh!" The little zombie suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, then his cheeks were mostly red, and he changed his words several times before replying: "Ah Jing, don't worry, I can catch it no matter where it lands!"

Zhong Jing didn't understand his strange reaction, but after thinking about it, he thought it was the little zombie showing off his super power, so he didn't care.

What he didn't know was that there was a travel brochure of N City in the carriage when he came yesterday, which carefully introduced how the locals find a marriage partner by throwing hydrangea balls. The little zombie took a glance and firmly remembered it The content, at this time naturally blushed.

The hydrangea throwing game is very simple. The throwers each have five hydrangeas, and then stand on a three-meter-high wooden platform, with their backs to the receivers and blindfolded, and throw them back. The team that catches the most balls is the winning team.

The first ones to play were Bai Qingge and Gu Bao. The two of them lacked tacit understanding, sometimes they used too much force, and sometimes they were not strong enough. At the end, they barely received one, and the total score was one point.

And Shang Beida and Xi Yang came on the stage immediately after, and the first two also lost again and again. The two girls who had looked depressed just now regained hope.

Unexpectedly, Shang Beida, who was in charge of catching the ball, quickly figured out the rules. Although his posture was ugly, he still received the last three balls tenaciously, and finally got the highest score on the court.

The last ones to appear were Zhong Jing and the little zombie. Everyone thought Zhong Jing would be the catcher, but unexpectedly he walked onto the wooden platform with a basket of hydrangeas in his arms. Instead, the little zombie stood in the open space and waited.

Seeing their division of labor, Xi Yang leaned his head together and said to Shangbei University in a low voice: "I think we might win."

"Not necessarily." Shang Beida rarely shook his head seriously, "Before Xiao Zang was the highest jumper in our crew, and his shots were very accurate."

Before they could continue their conversation, Zhong Jing threw out the first hydrangea.

The little zombie looked up at the direction where the hydrangea was thrown, and was about to catch it, but a surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stopped abruptly, seeing the hydrangea hanging firmly around his neck.

"Brother Xiao Zhong has eyes behind his back, right?" Shang Beida sighed, his mouth opened for a long time and could not be closed.

"I've heard that there is a saying of throwing a hydrangea to find a husband-in-law, so it must be fate." Xi Yang also sighed and shook his head.

Compared to the two of them, Gu Bao and Bai Qingge's heads can be said to be covered with dark clouds, and they are even wondering whether the program crew will dig a hole for the last one to make do.

The next four balls did not go as smoothly as they did at the beginning, but the little zombie reacted quickly and caught them all without falling.

When Zhong Jing turned around, he saw the little zombie holding a bunch of hydrangeas and waving to him, still grunting in his native language, "Hooooohoo~" Ah Jing is my man!

The little zombie's smile was ferocious as usual, but Zhong Jing didn't know what was going on, and was suddenly infected by his actions, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Shang Beida, who was standing next to him watching the play, suddenly raised his forehead, "Why do I feel a little discomfort?"

"It's really a bit hot-eyed." Xi Yang nodded. He never thought that he would be blinded by the love of two men.

The outcome of the game had already been decided, and Zhong Jing took the little zombie into the jungle in a tour bus in advance, which was a temporary separation from the remaining two teams.

The tree house provided by the program group is in the center of the jungle, and it will also be provided to tourists who travel here on weekdays. The accommodation conditions are like ordinary homestays, with clean beds and independent bathrooms.

The tree house is built between several towering trees. Walking on the promenade, you can also see little monkeys and peacocks staying near the tree house without fear.

The little zombie followed behind Zhong Jing, staring curiously at the little monkey hanging upside down on the branch, and didn't pay attention to the front, so it bumped into Zhong Jing head-on.

The little monkey also followed the little zombie. Seeing him like this, he immediately threw himself on the branch and squatted down, hugging his belly and laughing "giggling".

"What are you thinking?" Zhong Jing tapped the little zombie's forehead with his fingers helplessly, thinking that he would be the one who hurt after such a bump.

"Well, he looks so ugly." The little zombie stood on tiptoe and whispered bad things in Zhong Jing's ear, "He's still bald."

Zhong Jing smiled even wider, and his tone was a little bit teasing, "Then who do you think looks better?"

"Of course it's you." The little zombie replied quickly, seeing the astonishment in Zhong Jing's eyes, he pursed his lips again, and added, "You have more hair, you look the best."

Zhong Jing shook his head dumbfounded, took the little zombie's hand and continued walking towards the tree house, muttering, "In the future, you have to watch the road when you walk, otherwise, if you fall into a pit here, where can I find you?"

The little zombie nodded perfunctorily, but tapped his fingers lightly on Zhong Jing's palm a few times, and then laughed softly.

Zhong Jing didn't understand his sudden smile, but seeing the tree house was close in front of him, he pushed the door and walked in.

There is not much space in the tree house, there are only two single beds in sight, and there are no other decorations.

Zhong Jing casually put the hiking bag on the bed, and sat on the bed to test the softness, but when he looked up, he saw the little zombie excitedly climbing up to the roof of the tree house, and followed him.

"Ah Jing!" The little zombie turned his head and saw Zhong Jing who was following him, pointed to the sky and tilted his head, "Can we watch the stars here at night?"

"Looking at the stars?" Zhong Jing was taken aback, never thought that the little zombie would have such a hobby, but he still agreed: "Of course, the starry sky here is definitely better than the one over there."

"Yeah!" The little zombie nodded vigorously, and then said softly, "I, I have many, many wishes that I want to tell the stars."

Zhong Jing turned his head to see his longing expression, suddenly moved, and said softly: "If Fugui has a wish that cannot be fulfilled, you can tell me next time."

"Is anything ok?"

"Anything is fine."

Hearing this, the little zombie couldn't help curling up the corners of his mouth, which was different from the previous smile. The upturned corners of his mouth brought out the looming little canine teeth, so cute...

The author has something to say: Stupid Ah Jing, his wish is all about you.

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Jinjiang is too smokey, I sent it twice and didn't send it out. I don't know when you saw the update.

I have a dinner today, and I didn’t finish eating until after nine o’clock, so tomorrow I will change [-], and I will not give up my goal of changing [-] a day!