Chapter 185 Extra: Metamorphosis (8)
Duan Mingxiao felt a throbbing pain in his head; this was the first time in his life he had encountered such a thorny problem.
Cong Chun was proving to be quite difficult to deal with.
The young master wanted to beat someone up, but then felt that he might be being too cruel.
With a bean sprout as small as it is, it would probably be overturned by a strong typhoon.
Duan Mingxiao is not the kind of person who bullies the weak.
Cong Chun, who was standing to the side, twitched his ears and heard the sound of water being poured from the kitchen.
The boy immediately ran into the kitchen, as Cong Chun was about to run to help his grandmother wash the dishes.
Before we knew it, the sky gradually darkened, and the entire village seemed to be shrouded in a dark curtain.
Since it was the first day, the production team decided to give the guests some buffer time.
Another family in the village not far from Cong's house was Jiang Feng's foster family. The family's surname was Chen, and they had quite a few children, but most of them were adults and had gone out to work.
Only the youngest boy remained at home, named Chen Weisheng.
Jiang Feng outwardly got along well with this family, but inwardly he cursed his agent countless times for getting him onto such a terrible show.
These days, the fastest way for celebrities to gain fans is by appearing on reality shows. Jiang Feng has a good reputation and his true fans are very loyal, but in reality, there aren't many of them. Most of his fans are casual viewers.
This resulted in insufficient purchasing power among his fans, low commercial value for Jiang Feng, and inflated traffic. Therefore, his agent suggested that he participate in a reality show to increase his fan base.
Jiang Feng didn't object at first, but little did he know that this "36-day life exchange" program really had no script, unlike the variety shows he had been on before, which all had scripts.
Jiang Feng was filled with regret; who would have wanted to exchange lives with these poor people?
Back in the single room arranged for him by his foster family, Jiang Feng could no longer contain his resentment.
He originally offered to cook dinner that evening because he wanted to perform well in front of the camera, since so many netizens were watching the live stream.
However, the family's uncouth eating habits at the dinner table completely ruined Jiang Feng's appetite.
Moreover, he actually had a cell phone hidden in the inside pocket of his shirt, so he could contact his agent and monitor online public opinion about him in real time.
Jiang Feng had just secretly gone to the bathroom to take a look and saw that the comments in the live stream were overwhelmingly positive.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Feng took another look at the public opinion surrounding Duan Mingxiao and Xia Lili's live streams.
When Jiang Feng saw that Duan Mingxiao's live stream was more popular than his, his expression twisted briefly. Then, seeing that the comments below were all negative, Jiang Feng's expression relaxed a little.
As for Xia Lili, Jiang Feng was not afraid that she would steal his thunder.
Seeing the number of fans steadily increasing, his agent also sent him a message advising him to be patient a little longer, saying that he would definitely receive a lot of endorsements after this variety show recording ended.
On the other side, after Xia Lili finished eating the dinner prepared by her foster family, she saw the task card handed to her by the program crew. This time, she didn't cry.
It turns out it was all because the family she was fostered with was very nice; just now at the dinner table, the whole family was comforting her.
Among them was the family's three-year-old daughter, who could barely walk steadily.
The sight of the group of people enjoying themselves, and the way the little girl took Xia Lili's hand in hers, inexplicably gave Xia Lili a sense of security.
Back in her room where she was to sleep that night, Xia Lili was surprisingly calm. The little girl silently cheered herself on, determined that she would be able to complete the tasks on the task card.
As dusk fell, the lights in one of the live-streaming rooms also dimmed.
Because the Cong family's house was a tiled roof, it only had individual light bulbs, so the lighting at night was not as bright as the other two houses. However, in order to protect Cong Chun's eyes, the family heard from some younger relatives that they should provide the student with a special eye-protection lamp.
Grandpa Cong spent a lot of money to ask someone to buy two eye-protecting lamps from the county, so Cong Chun's room was the brightest place in the entire Cong family.
Over here, Cong Chun had just finished washing his hair and taking a shower; his head was still a little damp.
The boy was wearing blue striped pajamas with a picture of a popular cartoon character, a little sheep.
Over here, the young master was already lying on the bamboo bed he was going to sleep on that night, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.
Therefore, when Cong Chun came in, all he could hear was the creaking and whooshing of the old indoor fan.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun spoke to the boy in front of him. He was standing in the darkest spot by the door, and his tone seemed somewhat unclear.
"The water is ready, you can take a bath now."
Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun at the door, and he responded.
He imagined that if he looked out the window, he could see the open-air shower room that was covered with a few rags by the door.
Ha, Duan Mingxiao doesn't have an exhibitionist streak!
The young master was lost in thought when, a second later, Cong Chun had already squatted down beside him.
The boy still smelled of a pleasant, fresh soap scent.
Duan Mingxiao wrinkled his nose, and then Cong Chun spoke again.
Do you have any soap with you?
"If you don't have one, I can give you a new bar of soap. It's citrus-scented and smells really nice."
The young master naturally brought his own shower gel and soap of dubious origin, so he wasn't afraid of getting rashes after washing with it. Ha, he wouldn't use it.
Besides, Duan Mingxiao was going to the hotel soon, so he wasn't going to sleep here.
Duan Mingxiao shook his head, making it clear that he didn't want to take a bath.
Cong Chun was slightly surprised. Not taking a shower in the middle of summer?
However, the boy's expression returned to normal immediately. Cong Chun knew that there were cameras filming, and he didn't want others to hear.
So Cong Chun leaned close to Duan Mingxiao's ear and whispered something.
"Okay, but it's okay, I won't mind if you don't shower."
Duan Mingxiao turned his head, glared at the little fool next to him, and cursed in exasperation.
"Who cares what you think?"
The young master's voice was very loud.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then said something with a wronged expression.
"I'm sorry."
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun hid in bed and went to read a book.
He can just stay silent; please don't be angry, guests.
An eerie silence filled the room.
Around eight o'clock, the whole village quieted down.
The elderly in the family go to bed early, and some get up to chop firewood before dawn.
Meanwhile, Duan Mingxiao's eyes lit up as he pulled his luggage, preparing to go straight to the hotel.
He's not recording this lousy show anymore. Duan Mingxiao plans to stay at a hotel for one night and then go straight back to Jinghai City.
Then find an opportunity to steal the passport again and go abroad by yourself.
The remaining mess was left to the old man, who had spoiled his wife so much that he sent his son to suffer on some lousy variety show.
Duan Mingxiao was pulling his luggage, preparing to leave the room.
But then he heard Cong Chun's unconscious humming behind him. Duan Mingxiao was startled. Remembering how this little fool had made him so angry several times today, the young master decided to get revenge.
In the darkness, by the light of the moon, the young master tiptoed to the bedside, determined to teach the other person a lesson.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao frowned, realizing that something was wrong.
The person on the bed has a rather flushed face.
Duan Mingxiao reached out and patted Cong Chun's cheek with quite a bit of force.
The person didn't wake up.
The young master's heart skipped a beat. Was this little fool running a fever?
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