The faint light that had just appeared on Diao Yu's fingertips suddenly vanished.

He turned his head in surprise and found Nan Xian looking at him with an overly calm gaze that he couldn't understand.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he was secretly alarmed—had he been discovered?

Nan Xian quickly let go of her hand and turned her head away as if nothing had happened.

The ball moved forward without any hindrance, rolling slowly into the goal under the eager gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes.

"yeah!"

"It's in!"

Cheers erupted instantly, and the two members of Team Yellow crawled out from under the table and embraced each other in surprise.

Nan Xian also stood up and applauded for the two of them with a smile.

Diao Yu was still feeling uneasy. His gaze followed her the whole time, his back straight, his whole body almost stiff as a taut string.

What should we do? What did the adult mean by what he just did?

Why did she suddenly grab his hand at that moment? Was it a coincidence, or...?

Diao Yu's heart pounded wildly. All the sounds around him seemed to vanish instantly. His mind was filled with the image of Nan Xian looking at him earlier, so calm, as calm as the sea before a storm, with a turbulent undercurrent of danger beneath the undisturbed surface.

He felt an unprecedented sense of unease.

"Yu Lin, Yu Lin?"

Lang Zhuo's face suddenly filled his entire field of vision. Diao Yu snapped back to reality and subconsciously stepped back, a sharp glint flashing in his fingertips.

Lang Zhuo looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with you? You've been so easily startled today..." He glanced subtly in the direction of the camera lens and lowered his voice, "Something on your mind?"

Diao Yu had regained his composure and gave a frank smile. "No, I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm not in much energy."

Lang Zhuo raised an eyebrow and patted his shoulder half-jokingly, "You said you were fine, but you didn't even call me 'brother' today! Are you upset because we beat you?"

Diao Yu's smile stiffened slightly. He knew, of course, that the entertainment industry placed great importance on respectful and understanding terms of address for seniors, but—

He was a demon who had lived for thousands of years; in his eyes, a human's lifespan of no more than a hundred years was nothing more than an ant or a piece of duckweed, which was why he called a "little duckweed" brother...

Diao Yu: You're making things difficult for me.

Faced with Lang Zhuo's persistent curiosity, Diao Yu could only smile awkwardly and try to brush it off: "Of course not, it's just a game. Didn't you just say there are still many clues? We can just go to the next location and get them."

Lang Zhuo wanted to say something more, but then the director suddenly told everyone to stop filming and prepare to go to the village chief's house for lunch. Time flew by, and after playing a few games, it was already noon.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Diao Yu slipped away from Lang Zhuo and quickly returned to Nan Xian's side. Seeing that Nan Xian was disassembling the microphone with the help of her assistant, Diao Yu obediently waited by her side.

Nan Xian glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, said nothing, gave Ding He a few instructions, and then walked with the group toward the village chief's house.

Diao Yu felt very guilty at this moment, afraid that she would say the wrong thing, so she didn't dare to step forward to talk to her. She just silently followed behind her, her hands twisted together in a dilemma.

Sheng Zhicheng looked at him, then at Nan Xian, frowning thoughtfully. His eyes darted around, and he quickly composed himself, jogging over to Nan Xian's side.

"Sister Nan, I haven't formally greeted you yet. I'm Sheng Zhicheng, you can just call me Xiao Cheng!"

Nan Xian was surprised that Sheng Zhicheng, whom she remembered as particularly reserved and quiet, would take the initiative to talk to her. "Hey, don't be so polite. We're the same age. Just call me Nan Xian. Is this your first time on a variety show? Are you getting used to it?"

Sheng Zhicheng smiled shyly, and the two chatted briefly about the topic before he suddenly changed the subject.

"Um, please don't take offense, but I feel like Yu Lin's behavior is a bit off today..."