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After the simple lottery session, the guests went to their rooms.

Jiang Haichao carried his suitcase expressionlessly, praying that the rumored courtyard house in the farmhouse was a real "courtyard house", and it would be better if he and Xiang Siming lived on the first floor and could be separated by a 10-minute walk kind of big.

After the program team arranged the residences of the guests, they each went to the monitoring room with an attitude of indifference.

Thus, Jiang Haichao successfully lost his way.

He looked at the similar-looking houses and the mountain road with nine twists and eighteen bends, and was about to take out his mobile phone and open the universal navigation map.

The cameraman at the side reminded him weakly, "Brother Hai, mobile phones are not allowed here."

The original procedure of the program group was to confiscate the mobile phones of all the guests, but the other party was Jiang Haichao, and the program group did not dare to go too far.

Jiang Haichao: "You guys have a later stage, right?"

The camera brother nodded, Jiang Haichao: "I can edit."

The big cameraman nodded again, Jiang Haichao smiled, "Can't you just cut it off?"

The camera is silent.

never mind.Jiang Haichao has never liked playing big names, and he will try his best to do his best even for the most inconspicuous job.

Since it was the rule of the human program group, Jiang Haichao just sighed lightly and handed over the phone.

The staff on the side were obviously stunned, Jiang Haichao: "Why, don't you accept my mobile phone?"

"No." The staff immediately stepped forward and confiscated Jiang Haichao's mobile phone. They just underestimated how serious Jiang Haichao was about his work.

It got even worse when I lost my phone.

After Jiang Haichao failed to ask the old lady on the roadside for directions, he finally remembered that maybe, maybe, he could follow his "roommate" Xiang Siming.

He knew that Xiang Siming was not far behind him.

Jiang Haichao looked back at Xiang Siming, that guy was quite well equipped: trekking sticks, maps, sun hats, and sunscreen spray, which fully demonstrated the rigorous personality of a schoolmaster.

However, Jiang Haichao didn't expect Xiang Siming to have such a particular day.

You know, when the two were together before, this guy didn't even use an umbrella when he went out, let alone a sun hat.

Xiang Siming was lowering his head, staring at the map intently.Jiang Haichao carried his small suitcase and moved a little closer, and then a little closer.

"That," Jiang Haichao said, "how about together?"

When he said this, Jiang Haichao saw that the camera brother's hands were shaking.

The faces of the staff on the side were also filled with emotion at the skyrocketing ratings.

Xiang Siming put away the map and nodded silently.

"Huh? Do you know how to get there?" Looking at the person who put away the map, Jiang Haichao was a little puzzled. Didn't this guy just study how to get there?

"Well, follow me." Xiang Siming said as he took out a sun hat and put it on Jiang Haichao's head.

Jiang Haichao paused and followed behind Xiang Siming.

"I just bought an extra one," Xiang Siming said as he walked, "You should wear it."

"Oh, thanks."

The two went all the way to the rumored "luxury" compound without even looking at the street signs.

Jiang Haichao deeply suspected that this guy just followed behind him just to see a joke!

The guy clearly knew the way to go, and he pretended to look at the map behind him.

It was clearly mocking him for not knowing the way!

Jiang Haichao gritted his teeth, a man can bend and stretch, and doesn't care about this little brat.

"Welcome to our luxury residential area, here is a farm meal for the two of you." The director team briefly explained the first day's itinerary.

It's nothing more than eating and then going to sleep.

It was very in line with Jiang Haichao's expectations - if Xiang Siming, an unexpected guest, was excluded.

Jiang Haichao simply washed his face. He had been hungry for most of the day, and when he saw a table of delicious food, he was revived instantly.

What, in the same room as your ex-boyfriend?Why is eating important?

Just when Jiang Haichao picked up his chopsticks and was about to start, a towel suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Huh?" Jiang Haichao held up his chopsticks, raised his head, and saw Xiang Siming standing in front of him.

"There's water on your face," Xiang Siming looked down at him, "Wipe off."

Seeing that Jiang Haichao didn't intend to put down his chopsticks, Xiang Siming didn't hesitate either, and went straight to his hands, gently pressing the towel on his flushed face.

Jiang Haichao never imagined that if he devoted himself to cooking, he would overturn his car.

His hand holding the chopsticks loosened, then tightened again, "That—"

"Okay." Xiang Siming raised his finger and brushed the wet hair on his forehead, "Go ahead and eat."

Good guy, Jiang Haichao could hear the screams coming from the monitoring room in the distance.

Jiang Haichao gritted his teeth, for the sake of a table of delicious food, he didn't intend to argue with him.

Just so heartless.

Nothing can stop a cook.

Fortunately, Xiang Siming didn't dangle in front of his eyes anymore, Jiang Haichao ate very happily.

He gave the camera a thumbs up, "Thank you, it's delicious."

After eating, Jiang Haichao finally remembered that he hadn't observed the environment of this room.

He didn't see his suitcase, thinking that the director team carried it to the house for him.

Jiang Haichao also went up to the second floor by stepping on the small wooden stairs.

Although the house has two floors, the bottom floor is an empty concrete floor, where all kinds of meat and sundries are stored, and there is no living room.

"Are all the master's bedrooms on the second floor?" Jiang Haichao's footsteps suddenly stopped halfway through the walk, that is to say, in his imagination, it was impossible for one person to live on the first floor.

In other words, he has to live with Xiang Siming? !

Jiang Haichao looked at his fair and slender fingers, what a crime, why did he just touch that piece of paper?A little bit off, is it okay to touch other rooms?

Stone houses are fine too.

Another fucking increase in useless luck.

Jiang Haichao sighed and pushed open the door on the second floor.

What catches the eye is a neat and clean living room, with a bit of pastoral style in its simplicity—satisfaction.

Although there is no water heater in the bathroom, all the toiletries are complete, and there is no need for hot water in hot weather-satisfactory.

Jiang Haichao turned around again, and there were green mountains and green waters outside the balcony, satisfied;

There is also a small attic for watching the night view. Although it is full of sundries, it is still very good to clean up and I am very satisfied.

He looked at the bedroom again, and was a little surprised, because there was a big bunk inside, which could sleep about a dozen old men.

Jiang Haichao reckoned that this room alone occupied almost two-thirds of the entire layout of the house.

Um?etc!Jiang Haichao suddenly realized a problem.

In other words, there is only one room on the second floor?

Jiang Haichao froze for about ten seconds, and then he saw his suitcase and Xiang Siming's suitcase in the room.

Jiang Haichao turned his head and smiled slightly towards the camera at the door, "Director, come out for a while."

***

"I swear, we definitely didn't arrange this on purpose." The director was so anxious that his nose was already sweating.

Hey, that means his fate with Xiang Siming is destined?

Seeing that Jiang Haichao remained silent with a cold face, the director team was really anxious.

You know, Jiang Haichao's affair with Xiang Siming is well known, and now countless pairs of eyes are on Jiang Haichao.

Many of the people who eat melons are fighting for Xiang Siming.

And Jiang Haichao's fans are not vegetarians either. Amidst the sound of crusade, they tried their best to argue that one would fight and one would suffer.

One group of people thinks that Xiang Siming is an ignorant young man who was fooled by emotional swindlers; another group of people thinks that Xiang Siming is willing to be with Jiang Haichao, and no one is sorry.

The people on both sides were arguing in full swing.

As a result, as soon as he turned his head, Jiang Haichao and Xiang Siming went to bed—oh no, they slept on the same kang?

Jiang Haichao frowned, this situation is not good, very bad.

"How about," the director said in embarrassment, "I'll call them all up again, let's go through the process again and draw lots again?"

Jiang Haichao refused without even thinking about it. His personal reasons were one thing, and he couldn't delay the normal process and work of the show.

"Forget it." Jiang Haichao thought about it, and finally fell asleep and couldn't turn his mind.

Isn't it just sharing a bed with your ex-boyfriend?

Jiang Haichao waved his hand, "You are sleepy, you should go to bed earlier."

The director team sent Jiang Haichao away almost in tears.

A staff member said quietly, "It seems that Jiang Haichao is not as bad as they say."

"That's right, it's quite easy to talk to."

"It's not just easy to talk about," the director sighed, "We've been doing this shit show for so long, have you ever seen a big star who is more dedicated than him?"

Some small stars who are not very popular may still have awe of the program group, but because the environment is really difficult, they will complain and be dissatisfied to some extent.

Not to mention those slightly famous stars, coming to this kind of program is simply to torture the director team.

For a while, he shouted tired, for a while he disliked the poor environment and wanted to leave, and for a while he was dissatisfied with the competition system and threw his face.

Hearing that Jiang Haichao was coming, the director was under great pressure after being overjoyed.

That's someone who stands at the top of the entertainment industry, and the director is already mentally prepared to be tortured by this master.

However, seeing Jiang Haichao yawning and slowly walking back to the room, the director suddenly understood why Jiang Haichao became the youngest actor in the entertainment industry.

And the glorious image of the youngest actor didn't last for a while, and it shattered when he entered the room.

Jiang Haichao looked at the big mouse jumping over his feet, and even screamed stuck in his throat.

grass!Big waste!

In an instant, Jiang Haichao had goosebumps all over his body. He jumped up with a pale face, and subconsciously grabbed the person behind him.

"There are mice!" Jiang Haichao knew that his current image must be very weak, but he was a big mouse!

Jiang Haichao's jumping ability was good, and he jumped onto the man in no time.

Jiang Haichao's arms were also good, and he hugged the man's neck tightly.

It's just that the eyesight is slightly worse.

After Jiang Haichao exclaimed, jumped, and wanted to hug a series of operations, he finally saw the man's face clearly.

Well, it's Xiang Siming.

good very good.

Jiang Haichao looked at his hands tightly hugging his neck, and his legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

The mouse that caused the accident was still drifting wildly in the room.

"Don't be afraid." Xiang Siming put his arms around Jiang Haichao's waist without changing his expression, and kicked away the broom that was pressed against the door.

The big mouse was knocked dizzy by the sweep, and then flew away and escaped through the window.

"It's okay." Xiang Siming patted Jiang Haichao's back.

"Oh." Jiang Haichao got off him and waited for a while.

Xiang Siming's arms around his waist didn't seem to let go.

"Have you taken a shower?" Xiang Siming asked.

Jiang Haichao: "Not yet."

"I brought after-sun repair cream," Xiang Siming paused, "I accidentally brought too much. You can use it after you wash it."

"it is good."

"There are also mosquito repellants," Xiang Siming said, "and mosquito nets."

"Accidentally brought too much?"

Xiang Siming nodded, "Yes."

Heh, Jiang Haichao sneered, if your claws on Lao Tzu's waist could be loosened, I might believe it.