Sing a Bobo Chicken Song

After hearing Pei Heng's task, Bai Jing's eyes gleamed like a hungry wolf's as she glanced at Shen Yan.

Then, with a wipe of her drool—

She slipped away.

Pei Heng said to Shen Yan, "I've already fulfilled one of your requests. Can you apply the ointment for me now? It really hurts."

Halfway through leaving, Bai Jing changed direction and picked a concealed spot, ready to spy on them.

Song Qianshan looked at Bai Jing with amusement. "What are you doing?"

Bai Jing gave a vague cough, considered it for a moment, then said, "If you're willing to tell me your hidden task, I'll tell you."

Half a minute later.

In the concealed spot.

Song Qianshan stared at Pei Heng and Shen Yan in shock. "So President Pei's hidden task is to have Shen Yan give him an essential oil back massage?"

Bai Jing clutched back her drool and nodded, grabbing the bit of fabric on Song Qianshan's arm. "Ooh~ Isn't this exciting!"

Up ahead.

By the sofa.

Shen Yan glanced at the two heads hiding nearby and revealed a satisfied smile.

Then he turned to Pei Heng. "Fine, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Pei Heng immediately rummaged through the first-aid kit prepared by the production crew, pulled out a tube of ointment for reducing swelling, relieving pain, promoting blood circulation, and dispersing bruises, and stuffed it into Shen Yan's hands. Then—

Whoosh.

He took off his shirt.

[Ahhhhh! I love President Pei's body!]

[Holy shit, is that the legendary dog waist?]

[Muscles when he takes off his clothes, slim when he puts them on!]

[Those muscles, that body, absolutely incredible. I kind of want to see him pin Shen Yan to the sofa and do it.]

[Are you people sick? He's just applying ointment.]

Shen Yan was speechless. "You're only putting medicine on your shoulder. Did you really need to take everything off?"

Pei Heng had already sprawled face-down on the sofa at lightning speed, exposing his back and shoulders. "Isn't this to make it easier for you? When I fell earlier, my back got slammed too. I feel like my back needs medicine as well.

"I heard that before applying medicine, it's best to rub the bruised area until it warms up first."

Bai Jing gripped Song Qianshan's arm, suppressing her excited voice. "Wuwuwu, he's so good at this!"

Song Qianshan: ...

Wuwuwu, my arm hurts so much.

Xie Li had been looking their way in jealousy when Shen Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Xie Li froze and hurriedly looked away.

Hm?

Wait.

Had Shen Yan just curled his fingers at him, telling him to come over?

Whoosh.

Xie Li's averted gaze snapped back.

He saw Shen Yan running his fingers over Pei Heng's back with one hand while curling the fingers of his other hand at Xie Li, silently mouthing: Come here.

Xie Li immediately stepped forward.

His heart pounded like thunder.

"You called me, Shen Yan?" Xie Li felt his throat tighten, but he asked as though he didn't care.

Shen Yan said, "I need to use the restroom. Could you help President Pei apply the medicine? I'll be back soon."

Xie Li nearly jumped up in excitement and immediately said, "Sure, sure. I'm very good at applying medicine. Go ahead, don't worry."

Shen Yan got up and slipped away.

His task was about to be completed.

But he still had an additional task.

If he could complete that additional task too, then in the next round, he would have a privilege card.

Wahahahaha!

Chuckling wickedly to himself, Shen Yan began searching for Lu Xingchuan like a hunter tracking prey.

The moment he stepped out of the villa, he saw Lu Xingchuan in the sweltering yard, his face dark as he viciously tore at the roses planted there.

A large patch of rose petals had already fallen to the ground.

Lu Xingchuan was still plucking them.

"Go, don't go, go, don't go..."

His hidden task was to have Shen Yan sing him a song called "Bobo Chicken."

If this had been before, all he would have needed to do was crook a finger, and Shen Yan would have obediently come over and sung it for him.

Forget singing—even if he told Shen Yan to sing on his knees, he would have done it.

But now, Lu Xingchuan was afraid Shen Yan might get worked up and pin him to the sofa again, smothering him to death.

Yet if Shen Yan didn't sing, he couldn't complete his task.

Lu Xingchuan was caught in a dilemma when footsteps sounded behind him.

He turned around and saw that it was Shen Yan. Lu Xingchuan immediately frowned, his eyes brimming with disgust.

But—

His heartbeat sped up right after.

What was Shen Yan coming over for?

What was he going to do!

His disgust turned into vigilance as Lu Xingchuan looked at Shen Yan. "What do you want?"

Shen Yan whistled and walked over. "I'm here to ask you for a favor."

Lu Xingchuan looked at Shen Yan suspiciously, then snorted with mockery. "Didn't you tell me to stay far away from you? You didn't smother me to death earlier, and now you're already pretending nothing happened before coming to ask me for help? Aren't you getting along great with President Pei? Why don't you ask him?"

Shen Yan smiled at Lu Xingchuan. "If you help me, I'll give the recording pen back to you."

[What recording pen?]

At the mention of the recording pen, Lu Xingchuan's expression changed.

But he still didn't trust Shen Yan. "Who knows whether you're telling the truth?"

Shen Yan shrugged. "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. I'll just find someone else to help me."

After saying that, Shen Yan turned to leave.

Lu Xingchuan hurriedly took a step after him. "What favor?"

Shen Yan said openly, "Bai Jing took good care of me during the meal just now, so I want to return the favor. Can you tell Bai Jing your hidden task?"

[I suspect Shen Yan's hidden task is to make everyone tell Bai Jing their tasks!]

[It has to be!]

[Hahahaha, the three people inside have all told Bai Jing already. Only Lu Xingchuan is left.]

"Tell Bai Jing my task?" Lu Xingchuan sneered. "Shen Yan, don't tell me your task is this? Making me tell Bai Jing my task."

"To be honest, Bai Jing and Xie Li have both said, 'Shen Yan-gege, you're so nice,' so far. What do you think my hidden task is? Tsk tsk, how about you say it too?" Shen Yan looked at Lu Xingchuan expectantly.

Lu Xingchuan looked as though someone had fed him a mouthful of shit. "As long as I tell Bai Jing my hidden task, you'll return the recording pen to me?"

Shen Yan nodded.

Lu Xingchuan thought for a moment. "That's not impossible, but I have a condition too."

"Go ahead."

"Sing me a song called 'Bobo Chicken,' and I'll agree."

Shen Yan looked at Lu Xingchuan, then suddenly laughed. "So your task is to have me sing you 'Bobo Chicken.' All right, got it. I don't need your help anymore. I'll go tell Bai Jing myself."

After saying that, Shen Yan turned and left.

Lu Xingchuan's eyelid twitched, and he hurriedly chased after him. "The recording pen."

Shen Yan smiled mercilessly. "You didn't help me, so why would I give it back to you?"

Taking huge strides, Shen Yan headed straight for the villa.

Lu Xingchuan was furious and regretful that he hadn't been more careful just now. He grabbed Shen Yan's arm. "Don't go too far!"

Shen Yan smiled. "How about this? If you can tell Bai Jing before I do, I'll give the recording pen back to you too. How about it? The competition starts now!"

With that, Shen Yan shook off Lu Xingchuan's hand from his arm and sprinted toward the villa.

Without even thinking, Lu Xingchuan shoved Shen Yan aside and rushed in ahead of him.

"Bai Jing, my hidden task is to have Shen Yan sing 'Bobo Chicken' for me..." Before he could finish, he saw Xie Li and Pei Heng sitting on the sofa. The corner of Lu Xingchuan's eye twitched. "Y-you... What are you doing!"