Chapter 115
This Gobi stream was long, but only this section was suitable for camping. Chu Huaiqin occupied the front of the water source, followed by the Sheep Nation and his men. Sam Nation and the Cuttlefish Nation, a total of five teams, arrived last, positioning themselves in an area filled with gravel. Even if they wanted to clear it, it would take a while. Across the stream, there was less gravel, but the ground was too wet to be suitable for camping.
The livestream showed the faces of several American teams livid. Some smirked and gloated, others worried they would start bullying again. Their fans were booing them, some rooting for them to usurp Team Roll's position, others for them to seize territory from Team Sheep or Team Mao. Their bandit culture was exposed, while they ostensibly played the game of survival, claiming it was all about the strong prevailing. They never considered that their real purpose wasn't to inflict violence on their fellow human competitors, but to figure out how to survive in the face of nature.
However, the four teams from the Sam Nation were not planning to cause trouble. They were exhausted from the past few days and just wanted to have a good rest, so they naturally chose to camp farther away from the water.
Su Huaichen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the United States hadn't caused any trouble. He was tired and hungry and didn't want to fight. "Alright, alright, we'll take care of the rest. You guys hurry up and take a shower while the temperature isn't too low. We'll get the food."
Before Chu Huaiqin and the others came back, Su Huaichen and Lin Zhinan had already taken the time to wash. Lin Zhinan naturally boiled water and went into the tent to wash, using an airbag water container. Su Huaichen didn't care and jumped directly into the water to wash.
"It must be roasted, it must be roasted." The little monk wanted to eat meat and also wanted to take a bath. After struggling for a while, he solemnly told Su Huaichen.
"There's no oil, no salt, no ginger, onion, or garlic. Can it be eaten roasted or cooked into soup?" Although Su Huaichen was not familiar with cooking, he still knew the basics. Whether it was pigeon or rabbit, the fishy smell was quite strong and could not be compared with chicken at all.
"Okay!" The little monk looked at the pigeon and rabbit reluctantly, then turned around with a sudden change of expression. He shouted proudly and rushed down the stream, shouting as he ran, "Bathe, bath, bath..."
There were no mosaics at the global competition. When the young monk stripped down to his underwear, the audience just whistled, saying he looked in good shape despite his young age. But when it came to Chu Huaiqin, everyone's gaze changed. They stared at him as he walked to the stream. When they saw him put his hand to his collar, their throats moved in unison. Then, Xia En's dark face appeared on the screen, his body blocking Chu Huaiqin's view.
It would be a waste if this ability to capture the camera is not used in filming.
Live broadcast audience: ...
"Who are you? Go away, get out of the way, move away!"
"I'm so annoyed with this Xia Entropy. Why are you glaring at me? You're the only one with big eyes! Ahhhh, I can only see the general movements of my brother. Did he unbutton the first button? Ahhhh, I missed a hundred million. Xia Entropy, go away."
"Oh, God, the Rolling Team is so abominable, get out of the way, get out of the way, I want to see the little cutie."
"Ahhh, Chu is starting to zip up, ahhhh, Xia Entropy, get out of here..."
"Oh, I understand the movements. The chain is pulled to the chest, middle, abdomen..."
Although Chu Huaiqin's body was blocked by Xia En, he couldn't block it completely. In the dark night, everyone could still vaguely see Chu Huaiqin's movements.
She was still holding the pipa, with half of her face covered, which made everyone scream.
"Okay, come wash up too!" Chu Huaiqin saw Xia En standing there staring at the drone and pulled him over. "It's not like you've been exposed before, so come wash up!"
Xia En was pulled away, and Chu Huaiqin appeared in front of everyone. In an instant, everyone took a breath and prepared to exclaim, but found that they could not see anything.
Audience in the live broadcast room: Bad review for the director team, please fix the lighting!
Although it was difficult to see clearly in the dark, when Chu Huaiqin took off his coat, he could still vaguely see a figure. Many people with good eyesight in the live broadcast room had nosebleeds.
Xia En knew what would happen without even looking at the live broadcast room, but Chu Huaiqin pulled him, and he couldn't keep blocking it. After all, everyone could take pictures, so why couldn't Chu Huaiqin, as an artist, be filmed?
When Xia En thought about the fact that Chu Huaiqin was being slandered for this reason, he suppressed his violent emotions.
But I'm still very angry.
The angry Xia Entang took a bath as if he had a grudge against himself. He rubbed the soap so hard that it made a loud clacking sound. The other teams were envious and jealous. They came over with large pieces of meat and wanted to exchange them for soap to take a bath, but were rejected.
The landlord's family had no surplus food, so Chu Huaiqin and his team only had one place for soap, except for the necessary equipment. Fortunately, the program team arranged their soaps and did not count them individually.
After showering, Chu Huaiqin and the others changed into clean clothes. Putting on the soapy-smelling clothes, they felt completely refreshed. However, when it came time to rub the clothes, their expressions changed. The suppressed odor of the soaked, dirty clothes nearly made them vomit. Rubbing them made the fabric feel greasy and hard, making them want to cover the clothes. But each of them only had two sets of clothes, so they had to grit their teeth and wash them. It took one bar of soap to wash three sets of clothes, and they almost rubbed the clothes to pieces. Chu Huaiqin even doubted whether the two sets of clothes would last until the end of the competition.
After wringing out their clothes, the three returned to camp. The roasted rabbit and pigeon were almost done, their golden flesh slightly turned outward, sizzling with oil. The rich aroma of barbecue made their stomachs growl. The clothes were casually draped on the branches next to the fire, and the three of them eagerly gathered around.
"Zhinan's cooking skills are getting better and better." Chu Huaiqin tried to maintain his composure, but his eyes fixed on the rabbit could not move away. Not only did these people have no meat to eat, but most importantly, they were not full.
"I have practiced in the backyard, and I wasted a lot of meat before!" Lin Zhinan is good at cooking and grilling simple things. After all, modern people still know how to BBQ, but they have little experience in grilling large meat. Lin Zhinan practiced this, and it came in handy.
"Ah, no, no, start eating!" The little monk swallowed his saliva and reached out to take it, but he pulled back screaming in pain from the heat.
"Eat it!" Chu Huaiqin couldn't help it anymore.
Xia Entang pulled out his knife and wiped it. There was little pigeon meat left, so he started with the rabbit. The first piece he cut was handed to Chu Huaiqin, then Lin Zhinan, the little monk, Su Huaichen, and finally himself. They took a bite with anticipation. The first sensation was the fragrant, firm meat. The second bite, no salt.
The faces of several people changed from excitement to just happiness in the end. The ups and downs in their moods can be imagined, but being able to fill their stomachs was still a very happy thing.
After Chu Huaiqin's meat was roasted, his team also roasted theirs. Although there were three kinds of creatures: pigeons, chickens, and rabbits, the taste of the charcoal was almost the same. In addition, there was no salt, so everyone could only fill their stomachs but the food was tasteless.
Soon, the sky grew darker and the temperature began to drop. When even the fire could not keep us warm, everyone simply ran back to sleep.
Feeling refreshed and as if he had lightened several pounds, Chu Huaiqin lay under the blanket and sniffed. He felt that just taking the blanket out to blow in the air would not be enough. He must take it out and expose it to the sun tomorrow, even if there was strong wind and sand. Otherwise, it would definitely become smelly if he slept on it for too long.
The night was getting darker and darker. Chu Huaiqin, who was only covered with a blanket, woke up from the cold. He shivered twice under the quilt, crawled into the fluffy blanket, and then covered himself with his own blanket. He closed his eyes for a while, opened them again, and kicked Xia En who was sleeping soundly.
"Hmm?" Xia En was half asleep and didn't react when Chu Huaiqin kicked him.
"You said that fans can generate heat. Go and get one for Zhinan." After saying that, Chu Huaiqin shrank his neck, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
At this time, Xia En's whole body was stiff, his mind was in a mess, and light flashed through his mind. Finally, he came to the conclusion that Chu Huaiqin fell asleep in the pot.
Carefully holding his breath, Xia En turned his head and looked down at the person whose face was half covered by the quilt. His heartbeat was pounding. Slowly, his breathing became heavier, and his eyes were fixed on Chu Shaoqing's face, unable to move away.
"Hurry up." Chu Shaoqing, half awake, kicked Xia En again and urged him.
"Oh, okay, okay." Xia En responded hurriedly, his face turned red instantly, his eyes flickered, and for a moment he didn't dare to look at Chu Huaiqin.
At this moment, an advertisement kept flashing through his mind. It was an advertisement for milk powder in the middle of the night where a wife kicked her husband awake and asked him to feed the baby.
Xia Entang took a deep breath, and it took him a while to control his body from shaking. He took out the fan from his backpack, wrapped in his coat and crawled out of the tent. The three tents were arranged in a triangle, not far away. Xia Entang came to Lin Zhinan's tent and called out softly twice, and Lin Zhinan responded.
Lin Zhinan: "Xia, Xia Enbrother, what, what's wrong!"
The voice was shaking so much that it was unrecognizable.
"Open the door, turn on the fan." Xia En said briefly. There were drones filming and viewers with time differences watching. Lin Zhinan was an artist, so he couldn't cause any trouble.
"Thank you, brother." The tent was opened, and Lin Zhinan was wrapped tightly in the quilt, with only his head exposed.
Xia En nodded, handed her the fan and ran back to his tent. He looked at the temperature on his watch: minus one degree.
This is the first time the temperature has dropped below zero since we entered the desert.
Xia En returned to the tent and lay down. He took another fan, turned on the heat, and placed it on Chu Huaiqin's back. Then, he carefully moved closer to him, reached out his hand, and slowly placed it under the blanket around Chu Huaiqin's waist. He held his breath and waited for a long moment, only letting out a sigh of relief when Chu Shaoqing didn't react.
There are quite a few people in the live broadcast room. Even if there are no activities, watching the desert stars is still a very beautiful sight.
The originally quiet live broadcast room was suddenly awakened by Xia En's sudden appearance, and slowly began to become active. Half an hour later, when everyone's interest faded, many people shifted their attention. Just when they thought that the night would pass like this, the live broadcast room was suddenly filled with barrages. When they looked closely at what was said in the barrages, they were shocked. What was that?
One after another, desert lizards crawled out from nowhere, sticking out their tongues and making hissing sounds. They slowly moved towards the tent, and their target seemed to be the people in the tent.
The author has something to say: Still holding the pipa, half covering her face, from: The Song of the Pipa by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
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