"Indeed. Given the program crew's usual modus operandi, there's no way they'll let us sleep in peace," Yuan Meng chimed in.
Yuan Xingcheng nodded vigorously. "I also think the program crew is bound to stir things up."
Both of them had been on the receiving end of the program crew's antics and had a vivid memory of the crew's "tricks."
Yang Liu, who had been ignored once again by everyone, looked as if her face was about to contort. Xiang Bo had deliberately squeezed past her at this very moment. It must have been on purpose!
After a brief discussion, they decided that Mo Lin and Xiang Bo would take turns keeping watch during the night.
[Hahaha, it just goes to show how much of a psychological shadow the director has cast on the guests. The poor kids are so scared that they're afraid to sleep!]
[Guys, am I the only one who saw that Yang Liu seemed to be about to pour water on Mo Lin just now?]
[Count me in! I saw it clearly. She definitely had that in mind, but Xiang Bo pushed her away. Thanks to Xiang Bo on behalf of my brother!]
[Yang Liu, that bitch, is doomed!]
The staff member watching the monitors turned to the director after hearing that the guests were planning to take turns keeping watch.
"Director, the guests have already guessed our plan. Should we still go ahead?"
"Hehe. Since they're keeping watch, I'll make sure their efforts go to waste."
"Come here for a sec," the director said, beckoning the staff member closer.
The director whispered a few words into the staff member's ear. The staff member, who had initially looked puzzled, now had a glint in his eye.
"Director, you're truly a mastermind. I'm in awe," he said, giving the director a thumbs up.
The director flashed a mysterious smile. "Alright, stop buttering me up. Go and prepare the little surprise."
The staff member nodded with a mischievous grin. The guests were sure to "love" tonight's little surprise.
It was just their bad luck to have a director like this... a director who was so "resourceful."
As night fell, soft snores could be heard coming from the tents.
Mo Lin was on watch duty during the first half of the night. Everyone else was fast asleep by now.
Everyone except Yang Liu.
Yang Liu took out a small mirror from inside the tent and checked her appearance. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and flashed a gentle smile at her reflection.
Then, she swayed her hips as she slowly unzipped the tent and stepped out.
Mo Lin noticed her right away. Thinking about all the things she had done that day, he couldn't help but frown.
Yang Liu sat down next to him as if she hadn't noticed his disdain. She even inched closer, deliberately closing the gap between them.
"Mo Lin, aren't you scared keeping watch all by yourself? I came out especially to keep you company. Thank you for lending me your tent," she said.
"I'm really touched that you helped me. It seems like everyone else hates me," she continued.
"I know how lonely it can be out here alone, so I didn't want you to feel the same way."
Yang Liu rambled on, thinking her words were incredibly moving. But Mo Lin didn't respond.
He stared straight ahead, as if he hadn't even noticed her presence.
"Mo Lin?" Yang Liu called out softly. But Mo Lin still ignored her, making his disdain crystal clear.
There were still a few viewers in the live - stream who hadn't gone to bed yet. They watched the whole scene unfold and couldn't help but snicker.
[I've already "dug" a Barbie Dream House for Yang Liu with my toes. Is she really a never - say - die cockroach? She just won't stop asking even when ignored.]
[It's a good thing there aren't many people in the live - stream right now. Otherwise, the entire comment section would be filled with insults.]
[Ineffective flirting, maximum embarrassment.]
While the live - stream was filled with laughter, Yang Liu was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.
She glanced furtively at the camera, wondering how many people were watching the live - stream at this hour.
Most people should be asleep by now, she tried to convince herself.
Surely not many people had seen this, maybe no one at all.
Suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence. Yang Liu's body tensed up immediately.
Then, a soft, melodious female voice let out a drawn - out "ah," like the opening note of a Peking Opera.
But after that single note, the voice turned into a creepy, ghostly tune.
Yang Liu turned as pale as a sheet and let out a blood - curdling scream. She instinctively reached out to hug Mo Lin, but Mo Lin stood up immediately to search for the source of the sound, leaving her hugging thin air.
Her face was truly white now, partly from fear and partly from embarrassment.
Xiang Bo and Yuan Xingcheng were woken up by the commotion and rushed out of their tents.
"What's going on? I heard someone singing. Where's the sound coming from? Don't tell me there's a ghost?" Xiang Bo mumbled groggily, his mind still half - asleep.
His reaction made the viewers in the live - stream burst out laughing. They hadn't expected such entertainment in the middle of the night.
"It seems to be coming from Yuan Meng's tent. Why isn't she making a sound?"
The men were all too scared to move. It couldn't be that Yuan Meng wasn't scared. So there was only one possibility.
"Could she be scared silly?" Yuan Xingcheng asked anxiously.
Meanwhile, Yuan Meng, the center of everyone's concern, slowly opened her eyes. She was radiating a menacing aura of annoyance.
The singing was right next to her ear. She pursed her lips and fished out a radio from under her pillow.
"Yuan Meng, are you okay? There are no ghosts in this world. It's all fake," Yuan Xingcheng quickly reassured her from outside the tent.
Due to the gender difference, no matter how worried he was, he couldn't just barge into the tent.
Hearing her nephew's voice, Yuan Meng frowned instinctively, grinding her teeth in anger.
It seemed that she had been too lenient lately. Her nephew now had the audacity to wake her up.
Yuan Meng yanked open the tent, her face dark. Yuan Xingcheng's face lit up when he saw her, about to ask if she was okay, when a black object came flying towards him.
He quickly dodged and heard a voice say, "Shut up. Don't disturb me while I'm sleeping."
Hearing the familiar voice, Yuan Xingcheng's skin crawled. How could it be his little aunt's voice?
Did his little aunt come all the way here to kill him after seeing his performance in the live - stream a few days ago?
No, the person who had just spoken was clearly Yuan Meng. It was her face.
"Do you like my singing?"
"Do you?"
"Tell me!"
Yang Liu was standing there, frozen, holding a black walkie - talkie in her arms.
She hadn't had time to dodge, and the walkie - talkie had landed right in her arms.
She was about to throw it away when she heard a voice coming from it.
Yang Liu didn't dare to answer. She was petrified.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you think my singing is bad?"
"Why! Answer me!" The voice from the walkie - talkie grew increasingly shrill.