Is This the Legendary Indiscriminate Attack?

Xie Ran's face flushed red from the rebuke, but he forced himself to remain calm and tried to maintain his image of good breeding. "I was only thinking of everyone's safety. But if you insist on going your own way, there's nothing I can do."

"Why are you spouting so much nonsense?" Xie Chen rolled his eyes. "Just tell us whether you can do it or not?!"

Xie Ran bit his lower lip. "I-I can't drive a tractor."

"You were trafficked to the countryside for so many years, and you still can't drive a tractor?" Xie Chen curled his lip. "What a useless piece of trash!"

"You—"

After being so wantonly subjected to a personal attack, Xie Ran nearly lost it and cursed out loud. But Xie Chen had already nimbly climbed into the driver's seat of the tractor, as though he did not take him seriously at all.

He sneered inwardly. Xie Chen had been pampered by the Xie Family since childhood—how could he possibly know how to drive a tractor?!

Even if he did know how, he definitely would not be proficient at it.

Showing off so hard in front of the cameras was nothing more than an attempt to grab attention and gain traffic!

Just watch. The more he acted like this, the more likely he was to embarrass himself.

Who knew what kind of joke he would make of himself.

Just wait and see!

Certain of his own judgment, Xie Ran's mood immediately improved considerably. He continued playing the humble, sensible role, letting the other guests board the tractor first while he took the back. Yet before both feet could find their footing, the tractor suddenly lurched forward with a hard press of the accelerator.

"Ah—" Xie Ran cried out, his body uncontrollably pitching forward.

Just as his forehead was about to smash into the tractor's handrail, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Caught off guard, he toppled backward from the momentum and landed hard on his ass atop the tractor's metal bed.

"Sorry, I'm used to racing cars, so I almost couldn't brake in time," Xie Chen's lazy voice drifted over from the front. "Next time you ride in my vehicle, remember to hold on beforehand. Otherwise, your life could be in danger!"

"And I don't offer compensation." He added another sentence.

The pain in his ass nearly drove Xie Ran mad. "You did that on purpose!"

"That's right, I did it on purpose. What are you going to do about it?!" Xie Chen looked utterly arrogant. "You have one minute to sit properly. If you fall again, don't blame me!"

That shameless, utterly unbothered attitude was exactly like the way he showed his true colors behind people's backs.

With no other choice, the utterly bedraggled Xie Ran cast pleading looks at the other guests, hoping someone would lend him a hand and pull him up. Yet everyone wore expressions of extreme indifference, as though it had nothing to do with them.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and pushed himself up with one hand, taking a seat beside them.

When Xie Chen shot forward again, it really felt like he was driving an off-road vehicle, even though the top speed was limited.

As the tractor "raced" down the forest path, its inevitable violent jolts made it feel as though they were about to be thrown off. Even the cameraman following them could barely hold onto the camera, swaying back and forth until the livestream viewers felt like vomiting.

[Holy shit, Xie Chen wasn't joking. The way he drives makes it feel like he's on a racetrack. Can he slow down a little? I fucking feel like I'm right there and keep wanting to puke—]

[Enough, enough! We know you're damn good at driving, you don't need to keep showing off! If this keeps going, I don't think I can hold on much longer!]

[Who understands this? Watching a variety show livestream feels like sitting in a race car driver's passenger seat! Blech—]

[Through the dizzy blur, I think I saw two people hugging each other! Looks like the guests are pretty scared too!]

[More than scared—listen to those screams, it sounds like hu]

In the fields, a chubby little boy playing with mud raised his head, seeming to spot something. His clear, innocent eyes filled with confusion. "Grandma, there's a tractor over there."

"You little brat, what's so strange about a tractor?!" the old woman replied, pursing her shriveled lips.

The chubby boy rubbed his eyes. "But it's strange! That tractor looks like it's going to throw those people out!"

He was not the only one who thought so. The guests who had just arrived at their destination and climbed down to dry-heave all thought the same thing.

As the only senior female guest on the show, Li Jingfei had already seen Xie Chen's nature last night.

She knew he was crazy, but she had not expected him to risk his life like this.

What kind of stimulation had he suffered to come vent on a variety show?!

Suppressing her nausea, Li Jingfei walked over to Xie Chen and patted him meaningfully on the shoulder. "Little Chen, I may not understand your feelings, but could you try not to hurt innocent bystanders?"

If she had not been trying to restore her image in the eyes of the directors and return to the screen as soon as possible, why would she lower herself to participate in Oddball Transformation?!

Sacrificing for her career did not mean she could sacrifice her life for it.

After all, there were still plenty of shots she had yet to fight for!

Leaning against the tractor, Xie Chen gazed at the bustling marketplace and spoke in a languid voice. "If we don't create some gimmicks, how will the ratings go up? And if the ratings don't go up, how will there be any resources?"

Li Jingfei: "...So what you're saying is, you did this for our own good?"

But... it did make sense.

Who liked watching bland, uneventful daily life?!

If the post-production editing had no talking points, their shots would flash by in an instant, and no one would remember them.

Now, things were great. The screen would probably be filled with them getting tossed around by the tractor like complete wrecks...

"Are you done resting?" Without waiting for Li Jingfei's reply, Xie Chen straightened up on his own and walked away, saying disdainfully, "If you're done, go sell goods. Time waits for no idlers."

He had not eaten breakfast in the first place, and now his stomach was churning. Luo Mingyu felt a surge of irritation and was just about to argue back when a gloating voice sounded beside his ear.

"Idler, aren't you going to get moving?"

"Who are you calling an idler?!" Like a rooster whose feathers had suddenly been ruffled, Luo Mingyu craned his neck and looked ready to peck Li Sifan, as though he had completely forgotten that the two of them had been hugging just moments ago. "Which one of us is the idler isn't certain yet! Let's compete later and see who sells more?!"

Li Sifan gave him a disdainful glance. "Competing with a nightclub playboy would lower my status!"

"Big brothers, stop arguing. Xie Chen has already gone far ahead, so let's hurry..."

Xie Ran stepped in to mediate with a gentle expression, intending to redirect the conflict toward Xie Chen. Instead, the two of them turned toward him in unison.

"What the fuck does it have to do with you?!"

"Who the hell is your brother?!"

Xie Chen: "..."

[Hahaha, is this the legendary indiscriminate attack?! This is too funny!]

[Xie Ran too—why does he want to stick his nose into everything? He's so obnoxious!]

[He meant well. Fine if you don't appreciate it, but how can you start swearing at him?! Do you have any manners?!]

[Fuck his good intentions! Can these paid trolls stop acting so sanctimonious? The camera shaking just made me want to puke, and now I'm even more disgusted!]

[I think so too. The paid trolls are being way too obvious! Everyone started out as haters who just wanted to curse a little, but now? The reverse psychology is kicking in. I'm this close to becoming a fan!]

While the comments continued arguing fiercely, the guests had already bypassed the grim-faced Xie Ran and, with remarkable tacit understanding and speed, headed in the direction Xie Chen had gone.

Someone sharp-eyed noticed something.

[Holy shit, what's going on? Xie Chen has already sold something?!]