Jiang Wuzhi curled his lip. "You?"
Li Yuxin scoffed, "Me? So what? Am I not better than you?"
Jiang Wu said, "You and I are about the same, so why are you arguing about who's better?"
Li Yuxin pretended to hit him, and Jiang Wuzhi quickly hid behind Zheng Lan.
Jiang Wu said in a coquettish tone, "Brother Lan, save me."
Zheng Lan was also playful, and dodged the attack, saying, "I can't save you. It's a personal matter, you settle it yourself."
Jiang Yixing watched them with a smile; they really did have very distinct personalities.
Zheng Lan stepped over to avoid making Jiang Yixing feel awkward alone, saying, "They're used to making a ruckus like this."
Jiang Yixing nodded and asked Zheng Lan, "Besides me, how many other guests are coming today?"
Zheng Lan said, "There's only one person left."
He said in a low voice, "I heard that the house the production team found this time is not big, only two rooms. If there are any more people, there won't be enough room."
"I see."
As they were talking, the program crew's car drove up in the distance.
The last guest has arrived.
The car stopped, he got out, and ran towards them from a distance.
Jiang Yixing could see clearly that it was a young male artist, wearing a khaki baseball uniform, and was very tall, at least 190 cm.
It wasn't until the male star got closer that the people around him could see what he looked like.
Li Yuxin recognized him at first glance and exclaimed, "It's Yue Feng!"
Yue Feng is an internationally renowned male model who has now returned to China to develop his career, appearing on various variety shows.
With his rugged appearance and tall, slender physique, he has attracted a large following.
Yue Feng greeted the people in front of him. He had a dark complexion and a very sunny and handsome smile.
Jiang Wu was even more excited than Li Yuxin, and stepped forward to express his great enthusiasm for Yue Feng's arrival.
"Finally, a tall one has arrived."
Jiang Wuzhi's face was exquisitely beautiful, but he was simply too short.
Similarly, Zheng Lan is known for his upright and decent appearance, but his height is his only source of anxiety.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Lan stood behind Jiang Wu with a cold smile.
"Hehe, what do you mean?"
"No, no," Jiang Wuzhi said with a stiff laugh, his hair standing on end. "Brother Lan, I was talking about myself!"
Zheng Lan and Jiang Wuzhi were joking around when Yue Feng came over and greeted Jiang Yixing.
"Hello, I am Yue Feng."
Yue Feng extended his hand, and Jiang Yixing shook it.
“I’m Jiang Yixing,” Jiang Yixing smiled, “I arrived here a little earlier than you.”
Yue Feng scratched his head, revealing an embarrassed smile, a hint of naivety showing on his handsome face. "I overslept this morning."
Once everyone had arrived, the production crew immediately began introducing their temporary accommodations for the next three days.
"Come on, everyone, turn around and look."
The director pointed behind them, where there was a dirt road with low houses on both sides.
"Your lodgings are at the end of this road. Now you can set off to clean your rooms!"
Jiang Wu let out a wail, and Li Yuxin and Zheng Lan simultaneously revealed their pained expressions, clearly showing that they were victims who had been wasted many times by the production team.
Yue Feng and Jiang Yixing, two newcomers, stood together, revealing their innocent and naive nature.
The production team is already looking forward to seeing how the two newcomers will react.
The group walked along the path, followed by a large group of photographers, attracting the attention of many villagers.
They were speaking in a local dialect and talking animatedly.
Zheng Lan is a warm-hearted person and was thinking of greeting her fellow villagers and neighbors, "Hello, Grandma."
Grandma was also quite excited. She waved at the camera and mumbled something in her head.
Zheng Lan was full of question marks, her confusion overflowing the screen.
What... what is this saying?
Why does it sound like Japanese?
Jiang Wuzhi turned to the director and asked, "Director, you didn't hire some foreign grandmothers as extras, did you?"
Based on his understanding of directors, he might actually do something like that.
Faced with Jiang Wuzhi's doubts, the production team burst into laughter.
That's exactly the effect I wanted!
It's understandable that you don't understand!
The director said righteously, "How could that be? Of course, these are all native villagers."
The moment a director utters those kinds of interjections, it already reveals their guilty conscience.
Jiang Wuzhi curled his lip, "You deliberately chose a place where we can't understand the dialect, didn't you?"
The director chuckled, but said nothing.
"Ah, I knew it! Directors, you guys are so heartless!"
Jiang Wuzhi dragged out his complaint.
The director, with a heart as hard as stone, instructed some photographers to focus on capturing Jiang Wuzhi's expressions.
Seeing that he had provided the director with material again, Jiang Wuzhi stopped making a fuss and started to put on a serious face.
Just then, a clear and lively voice rang out: "Grandma..."
Jiang Wuzhi suddenly turned around, and the person who spoke was Jiang Yixing.
She smiled, her eyes slightly curved, but what she said next was incomprehensible to everyone present except the villagers.
Li Yuxin's mouth dropped open, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
The entire directing team and cameramen behind him fell silent for a moment.
The only sounds present were the village grandmother and Jiang Yixing talking. Both of them spoke in a dialect that no one could understand, and they were having a very pleasant conversation.
Jiang Yixing would occasionally burst out laughing, and her grandmother would laugh along happily.
Apart from them, everyone else had their mouths half-open, looking completely bewildered.
The production team's thoughts had already drifted far away. Had the biggest challenge—the dialect issue—been solved just like that?
Jiang Yixing smiled and said goodbye to her grandmother, then turned back to the stunned crowd and said, "They said they really welcome us."
"Wow!" Li Yuxin exclaimed as she came to her senses.
"You can understand what they're saying!"
Jiang Wu's eyes sparkled, and a hint of excitement flashed across his fair face.
Zheng Lan and Yue Feng also came over, saying, "Jiang Yixing, you're amazing."
“Yes,” Jiang Yixing nodded, “I’ve met people who speak similar dialects before.”
Jiang Yixing also found it incredibly coincidental; the small village where she had stayed in the Immortal Realm for several years happened to have the same dialect as this place.
Therefore, she can both understand and speak a little.
The director could barely contain his complex emotions. "Is this your hometown?"
Jiang Yixing shook his head. "No."
Jiang Wuzhi, laughing loudly, put his arm around Jiang Yixing's shoulder and mocked him without any restraint: "Hahahaha! We already have a translator! You can't stump us!"
The director was momentarily taken aback and waved his hand, signaling them to ignore him.
The assistant director also had mixed feelings; this was the first time that a difficult problem they had presented to the guests had been solved so easily.
He took the megaphone from the director, suppressed his heartache, and began to maintain order on set, saying, "Please do not talk to the director or the cameramen!"
Sigh, I guess I was just unlucky to run into Jiang Yixing, who speaks the local dialect.
And it won't be long before they realize that this isn't a matter of luck!
There's nothing Jiang Yixing can't do!
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