Ji Fang was not very familiar with the rainforest environment, and Fu Bo had no strength in his body. Even though both of them tried their best to catch up, they were still far behind Jiang Ran.

When I finally caught up with Jiang Ran, she was sitting casually on the ground, fiddling with her bat ball in her hand.

"What on earth are you doing?" Fu Bo felt like he had lost half his life.

"Why did you take the tracking ball apart?" Ji Fang exclaimed in shock. "If the live broadcast room goes black, we won't be able to track the popularity points! They account for half of the points!"

"Really?" Jiang Ran's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a winning formula. "As long as the live broadcast room is turned off, the popularity value will be useless?"

Ji Fang: “…”

He didn't understand why Jiang Ran looked so happy, and he was speechless on the spot.

Fortunately, Fu Bo knew the truth: "Don't dream. Your situation is so special, how could you possibly find such a loophole?"

"Okay." Jiang Ran also understood this logic. He turned his head away angrily and continued to fiddle with his follow-up ball.

"So, you're not dismantling the ball?"

"Of course not," Jiang Ran glanced at Ji Fang, "I don't have that much free time."

Fu Bo muttered to himself that that wasn't necessarily the case: "Then what are you doing?"

"It's rare to see an anaconda. It's one of the most famous beasts in the Amazon rainforest. I have to record it."

Record it?

How to record?

Ji Fang and Fu Bo were confused and both stuck their heads out to look.

As Jiang Ran's fingers slid, pictures of anacondas flashed on the screen of the tracking ball. It twisted its body and disappeared among the bushes and dead leaves, with cold murderous intent in its inorganic eyes.

"You even took the socks off the anaconda's head just to take these photos?" Fu Bo was speechless. "Aren't you afraid of getting into danger?"

"This is necessary to take more lifelike photos," Jiang Ran said halfway. Seeing Fu Bo's disapproving look, he explained, "It didn't have much physical strength after being defeated. It would be difficult to strangle me with its body. Anacondas don't eat living things. If it can't kill me, it won't eat me."

"Alright, alright," Ji Fang said, smoothing things over. "Since we're safe now, let's not worry about that."

Fu Bo stopped talking reluctantly and continued to look at the photos taken by Jiang Ran with him.

Each photo is also labeled with their name:

The Defeated Swamp King

Jungle Killer

The Elusive Fang of the Night

…

"How is it?" Jiang Ran asked expectantly.

"Interesting," Fu Bo stroked his chin, "Did you take this photo yourself?"

Ji Fang was also curious: "Does the follow-up ball have this function?"

"Yes," Jiang Ran demonstrated, fiddling with the tracking ball with his hands. "It's versatile. The tablet connection mode we used during the quiz, the normal flight mode that tracked us, and the manual mode I'm in now—there are dozens of different modes in total."

"Manual shooting?" Fu Bo sighed, "I haven't heard of this term in eight hundred years."

"Really?" Jiang Ran didn't believe it. "Then how do you usually take photos?"

Ji Fang said as a matter of course: "Follow-up balls, drones... they can all shoot automatically, and they take pictures much more professionally than I do. Why should I still take pictures myself?"

Jiang Ran felt disappointed and sad after hearing this.

She pulled out the video clips previously filmed by the tracking ball and asked, "Do you think this filming is professional?"

Fu Bo came forward to take a look and said, "Yes, look, even though it's constantly moving like a ball, the footage is so high definition!"

"Your definition of professional photography is actually based on high definition!"

Fu Bo and Ji Fang looked at each other: "Is there...something wrong with this?"

Any questions?

There shouldn't be any problem!

It's the same level as the shooting of the ball. To say it's amateur is a compliment!

Whether it is the coordination of light and shadow, the composition of the picture, or the language of the lens, emotional tension, all the things that should be considered and paid attention to when taking pictures are not included in the consideration of following the ball!

Just by looking at the previous video clips, Jiang Ran could easily deduce the primary considerations set for the follow-up ball when it left the factory:

The subject must always be included in the lens to ensure the clarity of the shot.

"Are you...are you okay?"

"What do you think is wrong with what we said?"

Jiang Ran did not answer. She stood up holding the ball, adjusted the angle, and took several photos of Fu Bo and Ji Fang in a row. Then she put these photos together with the ones taken with the ball, and pointed them to them on the left and right, comparing them.

"What do you think is the difference?"

Ji Fang readily praised: "You took better pictures."

Jiang Ran asked: "What's good about it?"

Ji Fang: “…”

This is disappointing.

Jiang Ran turned to Fu Bo again, expecting him to give a decent answer.

Fu Bo was much more serious than Ji Fang. He looked at the photos on both sides carefully, shaking his head left and right.

After a long while, Fu Bo said happily, "It seems that you made me look more handsome in the photos. Can you send me a copy of these photos after the competition?"

Jiang Ran: “…”

Fu Bo frowned: "Isn't it possible?"

After a while he said, "I can pay."

Jiang Ran: “…”

She covered her chest and tried to calm her breathing, feeling that she might be pissed off by these two people at any time.

"I finally know why I came here." Jiang Ran said.

"What do you mean?" Fu Bo asked, "Didn't you sign up yourself?"

Jiang Ran didn't answer.

The "here" she was talking about was of course not referring to the program crew, but to the interstellar era thousands of years later.

Jiang Ran thought, she actually came here with a mission——

In order to save the poor and scarce photography art and aesthetic level of the interstellar era.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ran felt a little regretful: "When you were entangled by the anaconda before, I should have taken a photo first. That would have been a perfect material."

Fu Bo: “…”

Fu Bo: "You watched someone die without rescuing him. Under Section 376 of the Federal Code, I can charge you with murder."

Jiang Ran: "You've memorized the laws well."

Fu Bo said modestly, "Thank you."

Jiang Ran: "But you should go take a shower first, you're making me feel uncomfortable."

Fu Bo raised his sleeve in confusion and sniffed: "Is it smelly?"

Jiang Ran covered his nose and said, "The stench emitted by the anaconda is similar to that of an animal corpse that has been left for five days. What do you think?"

Fu Bo said indifferently, "We'll be out in a few days. We're living in the rain forest now, so don't be so particular."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ji Fang also showing an unbearable expression.

Fu Bo: "...Okay, I'll go wash it."

Halfway through the walk, he turned back awkwardly and asked, "Do you know where there's water?"

"Heh," Jiang Ran sneered, "Didn't those all-purpose games of yours teach you how to find water?"

Fu Bo: “…”

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