Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"Oh, oh, I forgot." Feng Yun scratched his head, a little annoyed, "Then what if I want to tell you something, what should I do?"

"Some words can be cut by the program team." Jiao Tianlei said: "So there is actually nothing bad to say."

"Really." Feng Yun showed a dazed expression, but soon Bai Yumo pressed his head down.

The latter Jiao Tianlei said: "Teacher Jiao, don't tell him, he is easy to float when he hears it, and he can talk a lot of nonsense."

"Hahaha, yeah."

Jiao Tianlei and Bai Yumo knew each other. In the previous TV series, one played the hero's father, that is, the emperor; the other played the hero's second, that is, the hero's political enemy.

Jiao Tianlei asked casually: "You two seem to have a good relationship, are you friends?"

"Well, my car broke down before, and he helped me fix it, and then we met." Bai Yumo smiled more sincerely, "We hit it off very well."

"Yeah, the fate of car repairing is really... rare." Jiao Tianlei commented carefully with his words.

"Sorry sorry, my plane is delayed."

Just when the chat was still pleasant, a figure sprinted over panting and rushed to the door of the commercial vehicle. An Shuyi was late for a while because the plane was delayed.

After she got in the car, the commercial vehicle started slowly and drove to the next month's variety show life.

Since it is called "Our Distance", the purpose of the variety show is to shorten the distance between celebrities and amateurs.

Four weeks of variety show content will be conducted in a combination of celebrities x amateurs in pairs.

Each week has a theme, and the first theme is to bring the relationship between two people closer.

Based on the amateur's occupation, such as a chef, the program team communicated with a restaurant, and the star had to work hard with the amateur to try to generate income for the restaurant.

The money they earn in this week determines their standard of living for the next three weeks.

"Okay, collect your mobile phone, wallet, and snacks."

The program team had talked to the six people about this link before, so everyone handed it in very happily.

After the submission is completed, it is the grouping session.

"Because Teacher Jiao was the first to get on the bus, so he has the right to choose first."

Jiao Tianlei raised a smile, clapped his hands, glanced at the three amateurs, and finally chose Kong Yan.

"No way, I can neither paint nor repair cars, so I must choose to cook." He spread his hands and explained to the audience watching.

The remaining two groups are determined by rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins will choose the remaining two professions.

And one draws comics, and the other repairs cars, no matter how you look at it, they are all good comics.

Bai Yumo and An Shuyi were also very nervous.

Bai Yumo looked at Feng Yun, who smiled brightly at him.

Following the referee's call, Bai Yumo and An Shuyi showed scissors and fists at the same time.

"Yeah - I choose Wanhongli, I choose Wanhongli!" An Shuyi was so excited that she wanted to jump up, but she was a step too late.

She stretched out her hand in the air, and stared blankly at the more excited Feng Yun rushing over to hug Bai Yumo.

Bai Yumo was also very happy, although before that, he had a hunch that no matter what he chose, car repair, which sounds tiring and dirty, would always be at the end.

An Shuyi was stunned for a moment, she even felt as if she had won a rock-paper-scissors game but lost the whole world.

Others were equally puzzled, but soon, the program group that reacted first proceeded to the next process.

"The jobs we choose are not far from here. During this period, you will naturally have a place to stay. Now we have three houses of different specifications."

"One is a dilapidated field courtyard, the other is an ordinary private house, and the other is a luxurious two-story building."

While speaking, the director gave the pictures of the three cabins to the three groups.

"Wow, this is too broken."

"Can that small courtyard really accommodate people?"

Feng Yun and Bai Yumo were also looking at the three photos on the paper.

"Which one do you want to live in?" Feng Yun asked.

"The second one?" Bai Yumo thought for a while, "As long as it's not that small courtyard, it's fine."

"Okay." Feng Yun nodded, "I also think the second one is pretty good."

The director saw that the three groups had finished discussing, and continued: "Then I believe you all want to know how to decide the ownership of these three houses—"

"There are three rounds of the house scrambling game, No.1 gets three points, and so on, and the total score is calculated after the three rounds."

"Start with our first house scramble game - Bullet Shooter!"

"Two members of each group have a shooting opportunity. After the two are added together, the group with the highest value is No.1, and the group with the smallest value is the last."

Soon, everyone shifted positions and came to the nearby shooting club.

After the coach's guidance, it is 10 minutes of familiarization time.

Feng Yun held a pistol, loaded it skillfully, and said to Bai Yumo, "Brother, I'll show you one."

Bai Yumo laughed, "If it's not the ten rings, it's not considered a show."

"Look." Feng Yun raised his pistol, aimed finely and fired without hesitation.

"Ten rings." Accompanied by the sound of the electronic announcement, Feng Yun spread out his hands and said triumphantly, "How about it, is it serious?"

"I'll try." Bai Yumo was also a little eager to try, he walked over and took the pistol from Feng Yun's hand.

"Use this, see, this crosshair..." Feng Yun leaned behind Bai Yumo, put one hand on his shoulder, and pointed the other at a distant target.

Because of his poor body shape, looking from behind, Feng Yun completely hugged Bai Yumo in front of him.

Bai Yumo naturally saw this too, but he didn't say anything, just looked at the opposite target seriously and closed one eye.

"Bang—" A gunshot sounded, and soon the electronic broadcast sound came again.

"Nine rings..."

"Wow, have you two played shooting before?" An Shuyi on the other side was separated by a glass plate and looked over in surprise, "One ten rings and one nine rings, this is too strong."

Bai Yumo showed a gentle smile, nodded and said: "Yes, we have played before, so this round of games is our strong point."

"Ah, well, we're done for Hongli." An Shuyi slumped her shoulders, and exaggeratedly said to Wan Hongli, who was still figuring out her shooting skills.

On the other side, Jiao Tianlei and Kong Yan's group, Jiao Tianlei has also played this kind of shooting game before, so with the addition of an inexperienced Kong Yan, it is somewhat on par with An Shuyi's group.

Bai Yumo looked at the situation of the other two groups, and pulled Feng Yun's clothes, "Feng Yun..."

"Huh?" Feng Yun put the gun on the shooting stand, and looked at Bai Yumo, "What's wrong?"

He bent down slightly so that Bai Yumo could reach his ear, and the latter whispered, "I just realized that there are girls in both groups."

"Yeah, what happened then?"

"If you play too seriously, you will be scolded."

"So you want to live in that broken house?" Feng Yun stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Bai Yumo's waist, but after realizing that there were cameras around him, he abruptly raised his hand and placed it on the other's shoulder.

Bai Yumo actually didn't want to, but no matter how you say it, let the other two groups live in a broken house, maybe how the show will be arranged after it is broadcast.

"That house... shouldn't be particularly broken." He said hesitantly.

Feng Yun nodded and comforted him: "It's okay, no matter how broken it is, you can live there, but don't let it go unnecessarily this round."

"Well, sorry."

"Instead of telling me I'm sorry, why don't you think about it, forget it, and don't say it at a time like this."

Feng Yun scratched his head a little irritably. It was really uncomfortable that he couldn't get out the coquettish words that were stuck in his mouth.

You have to pay attention to the scale all the time, it's really hard to be a star.

"Okay, the 10-minute familiarization time is up, and now the official competition begins. Everyone has only one chance to shoot."

The game started with Jiao Tianlei's group.

Jiao Tianlei is the eighth ring, Kong Yan is the second ring, with a total of ten rings;

An Shuyi is the third ring, Wan Hongli is the fifth ring, a total of eight rings.

"The combination of the two of us can equal the achievement of Mr. Jiao alone." An Shuyi's whole body was turned gray from the blow, and she leaned slumped on Wan Hongli's arm.

The latter just glanced at her lightly and didn't say anything more.

Finally, it was Bai Yumo and Feng Yun's turn, and their shooting caught the attention of everyone around them.

Bai Yumo took a serious aim for a while, and then fired a shot, and finally it was the result of the eighth ring.

Feng Yun took the gun from Bai Yumo, loaded it and raised his hand, aiming and shooting, it took only a few seconds.

Accompanied by a gunshot, before everyone could react, the machine had already given the result, "Ten rings..."

"Hiss..." Jiao Tianlei couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then forced a smile, "Kong Yan, the combined results of the two of us are equal to the results of Feng Yun alone."

"Yeah, this is too... amazing." Kong Yan also nodded in a daze, and quickly added: "And very handsome."

An Shuyi couldn't help asking: "Feng Yun, before you became a maintenance worker, you weren't the kind of retired soldier king often written in novels, were you?"

"I prefer to play this kind of game." Feng Yun put down his pistol, his tone was flat, "We won the first round."

The director reacted, nodded immediately and said: "Then in the first round, three teams will win three points; one team will get two points; two teams will get one point."

"Then our second game-you draw and I guess, two people are the drawing side and the guessing side respectively, each draws ten idioms, twenty in each group; during the guessing period, the drawer is not allowed to speak, draw The drawing time is 30 seconds, and the words are any idioms, a total of two rounds."

"Wow, this is your specialty!" An Shuyi excitedly said to Wan Hongli.

The latter nodded at first, but then smiled when he remembered something, "That's right, this round is our specialty."

"Can you draw?" Bai Yumo looked at Feng Yun with a dignified expression, and said in silence for a moment, "It seems that you can't."

"Who said I can't!" Feng Yun immediately patted his chest, "Don't worry, I will tell you what the magic brush Ma Liang is today."

"Uh..." Bai Yumo was right in silence, but he no longer had any hope for Feng Yun's painting skills.

But this is also good, losing is more real.

Although he thought so in his heart, in fact, Bai Yumo did not have an accurate understanding of Feng Yun's painting techniques.

He looked at the drawing board exposed by Feng Yun's body, and the expression on his face was rarely controlled. After a few seconds of blankness, he tentatively said, "Uh...uh..."

What does this fine line express the meaning of the creator?

Feng Yun clicked on the drawing board, tilted his head and looked at Bai Yumo in shock, as if he was saying that you don't understand such a simple meaning?

Bai Yumo avoided Feng Yun's gaze and asked, "Can I pass?"

"Look, there is a king here! Isn't this a tiger?" Feng Yun tapped the "king" on the drawing board.

"Fluff!" He pointed to the short black line that formed a half circle again.

"Ears!" Move the tip of the pen upwards, and above the word "Wang" are two triangles.

Due to limited time, he only painted these things, and the content of the idiom is "a fox pretends to be a tiger".

But Feng Yun felt that even if he only drew these, with the tacit understanding between him and Bai Yumo, he could definitely guess it.

Bai Yumo thought about it after learning the correct answer, and asked tentatively, "Why don't you try to draw more next time?"

Feng Yun fell silent, and asked unwillingly after a while: "You really didn't see it at all, not even a tiger?"

"It's actually pretty similar, but I didn't pay attention to those small details. I will pay attention to it later." Bai Yumo wanted to stand up, but the next question came out immediately.

Feng Yun glanced at the question board, um...the ammunition is exhausted.

So it’s just a bullet, let’s draw a bullet first, he is still very good at bullets, that is, they are longer and sharper.

Then there is "exhaustion", how should this be expressed...

"It's time," said the director.

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, looking at the board in front of him with only one bullet drawn on it, he fell silent for a while.

Bai Yumo thought for a while, then asked cautiously, "Was the bullet?"

Feng Yun nodded vigorously.

"Dan... run out of ammunition and food?" The reason why he can guess it is because if he uses dan to form words, Bai Yumo can only think of "running out of ammunition and food" and "devotion to exhaustion".

Seeing Feng Yun's satisfied expression, he couldn't help laughing, but this smile turned into an awkward wry smile after he failed to guess all the eight idioms that followed.

Well, at first he was still thinking about how to lose in a reasonable way, but now it seems that he might really live in that crappy house.

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't guess the nine words." Feng Yun raised his hand and rubbed Bai Yumo's head, and said seriously: "Our winning rate is still very high."

Bai Yumo suppressed a smile, "Really, under the condition that they guessed all ten words in the second group?"

"I know I can't draw well, so I don't have that talent." Feng Yun leaned helplessly on Bai Yumo's shoulder, "We can't be perfect people, right?"

"Yes, no one is perfect." Bai Yumo patted Feng Yun's back, "Actually, I also have no talent for painting..."