In the live broadcast room, Diao Hao's fans were very worried.
"My brother has always been a germaphobe. Are you trying to kill him by taking this route?"
"For such a big variety show, can't they find a pair of rain boots for the guests to wear?"
"I really want to go in and take off the director's shoes and give them to Brother Diao Hao."
"My brother is a germaphobe, you let him wear someone else's shoes?"
"Let the staff take my brother over. Or maybe give him a new pair of clean rain boots."
"Get out of the way, I'm going to pave and freeze that road now."
Seeing that Diao Hao’s fans were so active, other viewers also offered suggestions to these fans.
"Senior Biren already carried his wife over there. Isn't this a great moment to show off your masculinity? Three women and one man. The man can hold one, carry one on his back, or even hold one on his head. Isn't that enough?"
"This brother is a germaphobe. Let's change our strategy. Let these three girls carry him over. One holds his head, one holds his waist, and one holds his legs."
"Just close your eyes, open them again, and it's all over, isn't it?"
"There are no hurdles in life that cannot be overcome. If there are any, just don't get over them. It's just a variety show, don't let yourself be wronged. Just pack up and go home."
"How can a brother with mysophobia participate in a rural variety show? What if he has to farm? Wouldn't he get all dirty?"
"What should I do with my dirty brother? Of course I'll wash him and see if I can still keep him. If I really can't wash him clean, I'll just throw him away and get another brother."
These blatant taunts really made Diao Hao's fans very angry.
What's wrong with their brother being a mysophobe? He just likes cleanliness.
Diao Hao was raised in a big city, so how could he have the chance to walk on such a muddy path?
I feel sorry for my brother.
Diao Hao was very disgusted with the muddy path in front of him. In just a few minutes, he had cursed everyone from the program crew to the villagers' ancestors. Every word he said was much dirtier than the path.
Facing the camera, he showed no emotion at all.
The three people around him were all wearing high heels and skirts, and he instantly cursed even more. They all knew they were coming to experience rural life, and yet they were dressed like this.
Is it sexy?
[They are lying here motionless. Are they expecting me to take them over?]
Does he look like a big loser?
Then, the Yiya group laughed and started playing rock-paper-scissors, and in the end the younger sister lost.
"You carry me on your back and I'll help you wash your clothes and shoes."
The two of them were smiling, and the younger sister carried her older sister on her back and walked over in the shocked eyes of everyone.
With that same thin body, carrying a person on his back looked effortless.
Diao Hao was about to swear.
Damn it, did one or two of them treat him as a control group?
"Do you need help?" Mi Zhen asked him.
Diao Hao was stunned: "What?"
"Do you need me to carry you over?" Mi Zhen smiled slightly, but she was mocking him in her heart.
[You bitch! You're carrying me on your back!]
Diao Hao cursed in his heart, but smiled slightly on the surface: "Let me help you."
As he said that, he squatted down and waited for Mi Zhen to climb onto his back.
[Although this bitch is heavy, she has a nice figure, so I'll let her take advantage of me for once. I must go to her place tonight to collect some interest.]
Diao Hao secretly glared at Yan Mofei in the distance. If this man hadn't blocked his way, he would have successfully used that photo to get on top last night.
He's meddling in other people's business just to steal his woman.
It's a shame, someone who can walk down a road like this without batting an eyelid, must also be from this kind of place, right? A tier-one figure, with a shabby assistant who treasures fried peanuts.
With such an identity, how can I compete with him?
[Woman, won’t I kill you with my handsomeness this time? ]
Diao Hao was secretly proud and waited for the sweet and soft Mi Zhen to lie on his back.
"Thank you, but no thanks."
As she said that, Mi Zhen took off her shoes. She was wearing a pair of flesh-colored stockings and stepped on the ground. Then she lifted her skirt and walked through the mud with confident steps.
Her posture is so elegant that it seems as if she is not walking on a country road, but on the red carpet.
A breeze blew, blowing her hair apart layer by layer, and the hem of her skirt also fluttered in the wind, swaying quite gracefully.
The staff members were all staring with wide eyes, and the live broadcast room was in an uproar.
"Sister Mi Zhen is absolutely amazing. She is so elegant and gentle wherever she is."
"This wind must be blown specially for my sister."
"Stockings, these are stockings, my favorite!"
"I can't help but hiss, sister, what you are stepping on is not mud, but my heart."
"I feel bad for my sister's legs. I'm willing to lie there and let her step on me step by step. I will even stick out my tongue..."
"Hey, why can't I see the comments clearly? Why is it getting blurrier the more I wipe it? Damn, it's all oil, I'm covered in it!"
Mi Zhen walked over quickly, and Diao Hao cursed her again. In order to ease the embarrassment, he could only cough lightly twice.
Then he raised his head slightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked over step by step in the mud.
Most people wear sneakers, but Diao Hao wears leather shoes to match his suit.
His suits and leather shoes are luxury goods and not non-slip.
When walking, Diao Hao felt that he was sliding a little bit with every step he took, but in order to maintain his image, he still insisted on sliding all the way to the bottom in this posture.
However, he didn't expect that a stone would appear halfway. Diao Hao stepped on it, then slid and rolled in the mud and fell to the ground in an instant.
Diao Hao wanted to hold on, but his hands were stuck in his trouser pockets and he couldn't pull them out. He could only try his best to turn his head to the side to avoid maximum damage.
Bang! Over a hundred pounds, it came crashing down like a stick, splashing all the mud on the road.
Diao Hao's hands were still trapped in his trouser pockets.
[Damn, can't this pocket be made bigger?]
His heart was pounding, and most of his face was covered with mud. When he opened his mouth, a mouthful of sticky mud went in.
Diao Hao was instantly in trouble. He lay there for a long time and only moved forward two steps.
"Oh, are you okay?" Yan Mofei walked over first and picked him up.
"Why, you can't get your hand out? Then wait a moment, I'll help you cut it with scissors."
Yan Mofei dragged his upper body out of the mud and hung him in the open space in front of the house.
Diao Hao spat out a mouthful of mud, feeling so disgusted that he wanted to vomit.
"Look at you, everyone just arrived, why are you already eating!"
As soon as Yan Mofei said this, everyone couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Diao Hao opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of mud. His mouth was now full of the smell of mud and stench, and he couldn't speak, otherwise he would definitely point at Yan Mofei's nose and curse.
"Xiaoli, bring me a pair of scissors."
Yang Xiaoli immediately took out a pair of scissors. In front of Diao Hao's wide-open red eyes, Yan Mofei snapped the scissors twice and cut open Diao Hao's trouser pocket.
"You, do you know how much my clothes cost?" Diao Hao, who had not been able to curse just now, now spoke because of a piece of clothing.
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