The phones were customized versions provided by the production team. To ensure that the guests could not see outside comments and messages, all the software on them had their comment and search functions disabled, leaving only the most basic functions.
Although not being able to see the comments section reduced the fun a lot, it was better than nothing. After using it for a while, Xu Qi gradually got used to this completely random video-watching experience.
Without the intelligent recommendations of big data, Xu Qi actually encountered many things he had never seen before.
To be honest, Xu Qi may be timid, but he has a really big heart!
After realizing he wasn't wearing headphones, Xu Qi didn't put down his phone to listen properly. Instead, he turned down the volume and tried to drown out the sound from the video on his phone with the voices of other people talking.
However, Xu Qi underestimated his teammates' abilities. He did not expect that the meeting would not only be uninspiring, but would also be somewhat quiet and awkward due to the low average intelligence of the participants.
Less than five minutes into the meeting, everyone fell into a long silence.
Xu Qi anxiously swiped his finger across the phone screen. He had just been forced to pause the video halfway through, and now he was itching to know what would happen next.
Xu Qi's fingers seemed to sense the call of his heart, and he accidentally pressed the play button. A deep male voice suddenly appeared, almost startling Ji Qian so much that she jumped up from her chair.
True feelings are like the vast grasslands, layer upon layer, unbreakable by wind or rain.
The man's melodious singing voice came from Xu Qi's phone, attracting everyone's attention.
Sensing Ji Qian's increasingly fierce gaze, Xu Qi had a sudden inspiration: "I'm looking for material! How about we use song lyrics as a code?"
"Sure!"
"Yes, it's easy to determine the era of a song."
"We can look for lyrics that are new and unique from the last two years; that would be a safer bet."
Having determined the lyrics and song to use as the code, and with nine o'clock approaching, the three boys prepared to go back to their rooms to rest.
As they were leaving, Ji Qian called out to Ying Xu, "When were you replaced today?"
Ying Xu thought for a moment: "I heard a 'yelp' sound and then everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was locked under the assistant director's bed."
After saying that, he added, "Oh, by the way, that 'ooh~' sound is very sweet, I feel like it sounds a bit like Sister Meng's voice."
Ji Qian turned around and, sure enough, saw Han Mengyao's dark face.
Ji Qian silently stepped back, afraid that Ying Xu would splash her with blood.
Han Mengyao smiled at Ying Xu with a gentle smile, but Ying Xu inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine. In the next ten minutes, Ying Xu was dazed and confused as Han Mengyao took away all of his points, even leaving him owing 100 points.
Even after lying back in bed that night, Ying Xu still couldn't figure out how he had lost those 105 points.
The next morning, before the production crew had even gotten up, Mr. Qian, seeing that it was light, immediately started calling for Ji Qian to get up and hang up the loudspeaker for him.
He realized yesterday that this girl was the only one in the group with the ability to see ghosts; the others couldn't hear him at all without headphones or similar devices.
Ji Qian had spent the night organizing notes with Mi Yesi and Han Mengyao the previous night, and she had only just gotten into bed two hours before being woken up.
Ji Qian has a bit of a temper when she wakes up, especially when she's maliciously woken up like this.
At this moment, she lost all sense of respect for the elderly and virtuous. She took a kitchen knife, went outside, climbed a ladder, and gave Mr. Qian a meticulously shaved head.
During the journey, Master Qian resisted repeatedly, but Ji Qian quickly suppressed him by slapping him in the face.
After the head was shaved, Mr. Qian's cheeks were swollen high, and from a distance they looked just like a certain private part of the human body that cannot be spoken of.
After Ji Qian finished tidying up Qian Erniu, she went back to bed, so Han Mengyao was still the first of the three to get up.
Han Mengyao came out of the bedroom wearing glasses, intending to have some friendly conversation with Mr. Qian. But when she looked up, the spot where Mr. Qian had been hanging had been replaced by a monk with a butt-shaped face.
Having not slept well the night before, Han Mengyao didn't see the other person's clothes clearly and thought that Master Qian had been switched. She hurriedly ran back to the bedroom to call Ji Qian to come and see.
Ji Qian, the culprit, did not want to simply admit her atrocities, so she also pretended to be surprised and anxious, and followed Han Mengyao out of the bedroom.
When Mr. Qian saw Ji Qian, his eyes reddened. Unfortunately, because his face was so swollen from the beating, he could only utter a few syllables incoherently and was unable to express his accusations against the murderer as a victim.
Ji Qian understood, but she didn't intend to speak up for Qian Erniu. Looking at Han Mengyao, who still looked anxious, Ji Qian comforted her, "It's alright, this is Master Qian."
"Huh? How did he become like this?!"
Ji Qian didn't even frown: "He said that a monk with a short Buddhist name came last night and said he couldn't bear to see the deep affection between him and his wife, and asked him if he wanted to become a monk."
When he said he wouldn't become a monk, the monk slapped him and called him worldly. When he said he wanted to become a monk, the monk slapped him again and called him a scumbag.
He was slapped all night, and when the monk left, he even shaved his head.
[Hahahaha, that butt-faced monk, Han Mengyao knows how to describe him!]
Why did you provoke her in the first place?
[Exactly, Xu Qi is a cautionary tale for you!]
Who is this monk named "Bu Chang"?
[It must have been made up on the spot; what kind of Buddhist name is that?]
Since Mr. Qian could not speak, there was naturally no need to hang a loudspeaker.
Ji Qian and the others packed their things and went downstairs. In the restaurant downstairs, the production team had already set out breakfast on a long table, just waiting for the guests to come out and spend their money.
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