Chapter 23

The scene changed, and Yu Wen, who was labeled as "poor little guy" by the bullet screen in advance, came out of the room. His hair was fluffy from sleep, and a tuft of hair stood up. He stood in front of the stairs in a daze.

"What's wrong? Didn't you wake up?"

"My baby obviously missed me. Damn it, send him back quickly."

"This new guest looks soft and kissable."

The young boy exuded vigor and vitality. He only wore a thin T-shirt and no makeup. Just standing there could attract countless eyes.

He did nothing, and the bullet screen still licked his face for a long time.

Yu Wen stood there for a while, rubbing the back of his head twice in a daze, and his already messy hair became even more fluffy. With a messy head of hair, he walked to the handrail of the stairs, held on to the handrail, and carefully jumped down a step.

"Ah..."

"It's so funny, I almost forgot that he was too tired to stand up after climbing the mountain last night. Today, his legs must be sore as if he was run over by a car accident."

"The previous guest also had sore legs, but it didn't seem to be so serious?"

"Upstairs, the extended version has been released. He took another route, which is steeper and more painful."

"Do you feel it? The blazing love of the program crew."

"It's so warm that it gives me third-degree burns (Yu Wen's tone)"

Holding on to the handrail all the way, he jumped down carefully. When he arrived in front of the kitchen, he encountered another step. This time, Yu Wen did not hesitate, and directly spread his wings like a phoenix, and jumped perfectly with his qi sinking into his dantian.

"Very!"

"Elegant, really elegant."

"Where did this little zombie come from? What a cute rat."

"So skilled that it makes me feel distressed."

Chu Han was making egg pancakes with his back to the door, and Xi Su was helping him. The fierce sound of oil popping covered up the movement of Yu Wen jumping around. The uninvited little zombie looked around and found a cup to pour himself a cup of hot water.

He was not embarrassed at all. Since no one was entertaining him, he did it by himself. Seeing the flower tea bag next to him, he made himself a cup of flower tea.

After finishing, he held the tea, leaned against the door, and looked at the busy Chu Han and Xi Su with a thoughtful expression.

"Don't think about it. His target today is not Chu Han, but you!"

"Run, wife!"

"Be careful of Xi Su! Be careful of Xi Su! Be careful of Xi Su!"

"Brother Xi Su, are you the 'gold thief'?"

The two people who were cooking were startled by him. Xi Su naturally denied it and turned the tables: "Compared to Teacher Yu, you are the weird one."

Yu Wen counted the direct or indirect physical contact between the two of them on his fingers.

Xi Su was obviously caught off guard by his careful observation and blurted out: "There is only one physical contact point..."

"How do you know? Have you received a task card?"

Yu Wen's eyes were straightforward and his expression was calm, with a sharpness that saw through everything.

When this scene was edited, Xi Su had already exposed himself in the eyes of the audience. His subsequent explanation was incoherent and illogical. Even Chu Han, who had always had a good relationship with him, quietly moved away.

But Yu Wen actually believed it after hearing it.

"You're right. It's too broad to say that it was just physical contact."

He immediately transformed into a little zombie again and jumped out of the kitchen.

"Newcomers are still inexperienced and believe everything others say."

"Don't be so naive, baby."

"I can't see the future of the good camp once I close my eyes."

The audience had roughly accepted the fact that the good camp was composed of three iron-blooded naive people. When Xi Su started to act, only a few bullet screens were reminding him from a distance, and most of the rest had already laid down quietly.

"Don't let him touch your hair! Don't let him touch your hair!"

"Baby, your hair is going to be stolen..."

"Yes, yes, it's a foregone conclusion."

"I feel that the three naive teachers will go bankrupt after the settlement tonight."

"More than bankruptcy, our teacher Yu will leave in debt."

"It would be fine if they could find the undercover, but they are still confused after being stolen."

But at this moment, Yu Wen, who was fixing his hair, showed a thoughtful expression.

The program team magnified this expression and gave a three-second close-up, announcing that the horn of the good camp's counterattack was officially sounded, and foreshadowing the ease in the later period.

Unfortunately, not many people could interpret the deep meaning of this expression in the barrage at this time.

Only one or two viewers with 5G internet speed, who had finished watching the show once and were rewatching it, began to give veiled spoilers:

"Did you guess it from here?"

"It should have been earlier, as if Xi Su had been locked in when he let the cat out of the bag."

-

After all, it was the first variety show, and Yu Wen wanted to finish it, but his body did not obey his brain. Halfway through, he could not bear the sleepiness and fell asleep on the computer desk.

The next day, the doorbell rang, waking him up from his drowsy sleep. When he opened his eyes, he had a splitting headache and his throat was as hoarse as An Lingrong.

"...Baojuan, Baojuan?" He amused himself leisurely for a while, drank a sip of cold white wine to moisten his throat, and then wrapped himself tightly in a blanket and got up to open the door.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and there shouldn't be any visitors at this time. Yu Wen just thought it was a courier that he had bought online at some point, so he opened the door without any precautions.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Xie Heyu.

In a flash, his brain, which was dulled by a cold, was occupied by guilt. He only paused for a moment, and his body reacted to escape before his brain did - he closed the door.

Xie Heyu was quick-witted and used his hands and feet to block the door.

Xie Heyu didn't react, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes, but when his eyes fell on Yu Wen's face and looked at him for two seconds, the expressionless handsome face slowly frowned, and his expression changed from indescribable to dangerous.

He said, "Open the door."

Yu Wen sat upright on the sofa, looking very obedient.

There were no stocked medicines at home, so Xie Heyu went downstairs to buy some, walked in carrying a plastic bag, and was changing into slippers.

"Thank you, teacher..." Yu Wen's voice was so hoarse that he was surprised. Then he sat more solemnly under Xie Heyu's cold gaze, "There are new slippers prepared for you in the shoe cabinet, blue..."

This apartment rarely has visitors. Only Xie Heyu would occasionally be called by Xie Jiamao to help him replenish the refrigerator or make some lunch boxes so that he could heat them up when he was busy.

Near the end of the week, Xie Heyu had a heavy workload and came less often.

The new slippers that Yu Wen bought for him have not been opened yet.

Xie Heyu found the slippers he described in the shoe cabinet, put them on, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Don't talk."

Oh.

Yu Wen shut up obediently.

Xie Heyu went straight into the kitchen. Yu Wen sat on the sofa, not daring to move, staring at his five-toed socks in a daze.

He lifted up one of his big toes, then put it down, lifted it up again, and put it down again.

After playing a few rounds, he felt bored. Xie Heyu was still busy in the kitchen and didn't say a word to him.

Teacher Xie usually doesn't talk much, but not like today.

Silence.

Silence with a hint of a cold war.

The first thing Xie Heyu did when he came in was to turn on the air conditioner. The temperature slowly rose, and the room was dry and warm. Yu Wen touched his cheek, not knowing whether it was hot or burning, but it was scalding.

The plastic bag was placed on the coffee table. Yu Wen looked around the kitchen cautiously, hesitated, opened the plastic bag, found the electronic thermometer, and dripped it on his forehead.

The screen turned a dangerous red.

"37.8?" A clear voice suddenly sounded above his head. Yu Wen's hand trembled, and the thermometer slipped from his hand and fell on the carpet.

He raised his face, "Thank you, Teacher."

Xie Heyu looked down at him, and his dark and sharp eyebrows suddenly frowned.

He stretched out his hand, touched his cheek with the back of his hand, and left immediately.

"It's so hot..."

The back of his hand was cold, and Yu Wen twisted his face unconsciously. Before he could get close to rub it, Xie Heyu had already withdrawn his hand and was rummaging through the medicine in the plastic bag.

Yu Wen stared at the bony hand.

"You need to take antipyretic medicine. You may have a sore throat this week. Remember to drink cough syrup..."

"...Oh."

Yu Wen picked up the capsule on the tea table, broke open a pill and put it into his mouth.

Xie Heyu grabbed his wrist, "...what are you doing?"

Yu Wen: "Take medicine."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Xie Heyu nodded in understanding and put the bowl in his hand on the tea table. There were two peeled boiled eggs and a small silver thread roll in it.

"You can't take medicine on an empty stomach. Eat these to fill your stomach. You might choke. Here is soy milk."

Xie Heyu inserted the soy milk straw for him and got up and went into the kitchen.

The stove was on, and Yu Wen heard the sound of something cooking.

He slowly finished his silver thread rolls, and Xie Heyu was coming out of the kitchen with a cup of brewed detergent in his hand, and an empty cup in his other hand.

Yu Wen thought he should have calmed down, so he sniffed and plucked up the courage to talk to him, "What's cooking in the kitchen?"

"Milk."

Yu Wen: "There's a microwave."

Xie Heyu: "I'm going to make ginger milk."

Yu Wen immediately understood who this was for, and protested: "I don't eat ginger."

Xie Heyu poured the detergent liquid back and forth between the two cups to quickly cool it down, and he hummed in a neutral tone, "I wanted to make ginger soup."

Yu Wen: "..."

The ginger soup tasted even stronger, implying that he had gone easy on him.

The appropriate temperature cold medicine was handed to Yu Wen, but he refused to take it. Xie Heyu lowered her eyes and glanced at his expression, and said in a light voice: "There are no other ingredients in the refrigerator. I made it for you. It doesn't matter if you don't want to eat it."

Yu Wen still didn't say anything.

"...I'll make you something else later."

The tone did not soften, but Xie Heyu obviously didn't take advantage of him. Although it was a cold tone, Yu Wen heard a hint of indulgence.

The fingers hidden in the sleeves curled up quietly.

At this point, Yu Wen couldn't be awkward anymore. He took the cold medicine and drank it all, and drank the antipyretic medicine with half a cup of soy milk.

After drinking the medicine, he found a comfortable corner on the sofa, draped a thick blanket over his shoulders, and squatted there like a little mushroom.

Little Mushroom took the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV.

The pungent smell of ginger wafted out, filling the entire apartment.

Yu Wen snorted in disdain, telling himself that this was garbage, not food, and Teacher Xie would throw it away later... At the same time, he found "Mountain Courtyard" on TV, moved the progress bar to the part where he didn't finish watching last night, and continued to follow the variety show.

Xie Heyu finished making the ginger milk, but didn't bring it out, but just put it on the sink.

He wiped his hands and prepared to go out to the vegetable market to buy some ingredients. The little mushroom on the sofa was in a daze. When he came out, the pair of black eyes seemed to be attracted to him by a magnet, spinning around.

Xie Heyu put his hand on the door handle, unable to ignore this overly strong gaze.

He turned around, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Yu Wen came back to his senses and blinked, as if his soul had also been blinked back.

"Do you have classes today?" he asked.

Xie Heyu: "No, what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Yu Wen shook his head, his words were anticlimactic and vague, he himself didn't know what he wanted to say, "Go ahead."

He said goodbye to this colleague who had taken care of him all morning when he was sick in a tone he thought was very polite.

The door closed gently with a "click".

Before leaving, Xie Heyu asked him to sleep on the bed, not on the sofa, as it would be easy to catch a cold.

Yu Wen fiddled with the remote control, thinking to himself, you're gone now, why do you still care about me?

He didn't want to sleep.

He was about to sit on the sofa.

He took the phone and looked at the date - Saturday, Xie Heyu should not have classes.

Maybe there were other things.

Yu Wen watched TV absentmindedly. As he watched, he always felt that his sick brain was particularly sluggish. The smooth reasoning in the program seemed as vague and elusive as mist.

It seems that today is a stupid day and not suitable for thinking. He thought so.

-

The TV has broadcast the scene of him and Song Chenglei picking mushrooms.

"Xiao Yu, your shoes are stained with mud."

"It's okay."

"It's so hard to wash dirty white shoes, just wipe them. My daughter is the same as you, her shoes are always very dirty every time she comes home, and she especially likes white shoes, which makes me and her mother very worried."

Yu Wen had to squat down to wipe his shoes, frowning, "I shouldn't have worn white shoes earlier, it's really frustrating..."

Before this, the program team played the conversation between the PD and him in the car. His sentence "I hope Teacher Xi doesn't steal my points today" made many viewers see the opportunity to win, but most viewers just thought he got it right by accident, and didn't have much hope.

Unlike last night, there were many more "spoiler parties" in today's barrage, and they all watched it again and again after watching it once.

"It's really the protection period for newbies. You can even guess this right. hhh"

"Teacher believes in your intuition! Xi Su is the bad guy!"

"Is it possible to turn the situation around by relying on this handsome guy's luck..."

"I advise everyone not to guess, just watch it later."

"Don't underestimate our Xiao Yu, bastard! (hot-blooded comic tone)"

"Get ready for a surprise."

Song Chenglei went to the bathroom, and Yu Wen sat on the steps in a daze.

He opened his mouth: "How many points did Teacher Song just steal from me?"

He looked at the camera, perhaps asking the follow-up PD. He couldn't get an answer from the follow-up PD, so he counted on his fingers.

"Once, twice, three times... eight, or nine? The last time I pretended to wipe it, but I didn't, so that shouldn't count, so it's about eight, right?"

"I really like a saying in the entertainment industry: Huh?"

"???"

"Did I miss it? How did he know?"

"Could it be that today is a spy within a spy? There is an undercover above the undercover?"

"Scare me."

"It can't be a God's perspective, I got goosebumps just now, hahahaha..."

Follow the PD and ask: Why does Teacher Yu think that Teacher Song is also a 'gold thief'?

Yu Wen held his chin and thought.

This is where the highlight moment begins.

The part of Yu Wen's interview in the car that never appeared was finally released. From Xi Su's words in the morning, "It can't be just physical contact without constraints", to the night before when he proposed the rules in the car, the original words "Steal points by touching fixed parts with your body, and double the points by touching members of the same group" were disassembled and reorganized in his mind in just two or three moments, analyzing the loopholes, and looking for possible traps with the thinking of the program team

. Then Xi Su took action in public, and Yu Wen was the first to notice the abnormality. A simple summary deduced Xi Su's action formula.

With the undercover action formula, and then through the traps analyzed before, determine the constants and variables in the action formula, and finally get a complete, first version of the action formula.

The entire logic was edited into a gray memory of about one minute and twenty seconds, almost as clear as a mind map. Then the program organizer maliciously released Yu Wen's self-talk before this timeline: "I can't be the only good person today..."

The three undercovers were nowhere to hide under his idle reasoning, and they were exposed one by one. The caption below read:

"The gold thief" was exposed!

There was a small bracket next to it (3/3).

At this point, all the undercovers were exposed, not one was left, and they were all caught in one fell swoop.

There were only a few "..." in the bullet screen of this clip, which was terribly quiet compared to the previous lively situation.

"..."

"..."

"Huh?"

"What is he saying? What am I listening to?"

"No, buddy, you, Conan."

"I'm getting goosebumps..."

"Damn, this logical thinking ability, this observation ability--"

"Fuck you..."

"Wait a minute, wait for me to kneel down, I have to kneel down to listen to this part."

"This time, this time he is in the atmosphere."

"Isn't this episode from a God's perspective? (confused) (at a loss) (going crazy) (running around)"

"Make way! The real God is coming!"

The barrage of comments went crazy for a while, not caring about the barrage etiquette for a while, swearing frequently, and it took a while to get better.

The chaotic atmosphere continued until Song Chenglei asked jokingly, "You are not the 'gold thief', are you? You just didn't steal the points so you are depressed?"

Yu Wen looked at him in shock, and the emotions in his eyes were colorful, mixed with pain, frustration and disbelief.

Song Chenglei frowned and asked him cautiously, "Do you know who is the undercover?"

Yu Wen had no expression on his face and shook his head.

Song Chenglei: "I suspect Xi Su."

Yu Wen: "... Yeah."

"《I suspect Xi Su》《Yeah》"

"Fuck hahaha."

"It appears! The famous scene!"

"Xi Su: What can I ask?"

"I give up. I can't look at Teacher Song directly now..."

"I want to laugh when I think about how he acted so seriously but the other party already knew everything."

"Before, Teacher Song was asked to take care of the newcomer. Now this newcomer should let Teacher Song go. After all, he is older."

"Am I the only one who is curious about how he will play next?"

"Although he guessed a good one, it's still a little difficult for him to convince Chuchu and Lingyun with his idea. Those two are brainless and can be easily misled by anyone."

"The good guys' camp only has three votes in total, and they can't decide the result even if they stick together."

"Fortunately, the undercover camp and the good guys' camp can't figure out each other's identities."

"Now the best strategy seems to be to remain unchanged in the face of change?"

"I agree with the above. Earn points first. As long as you can vote out all three undercovers at night, the stolen points will be saved."

"I remember that there was a mysterious gift bag for every winner."

"Well, this issue is difficult to play. I hope the program team will be generous."

...

"I don't know why, I always have a subtle premonition that we worry too much."