Qin Yan's Double Standards, and a CP Fandom Rises from the Ground

"Your dad's name isn't Long Aotian, is it?"

Long Aozhi:

The guests present: ...

The livestream viewers: ...

[HAHAHAHA, I'm dying. "Your dad's name is Long Aotian"—does anyone know whether his dad is really named Long Aotian?]

[Long Aozhi hadn't even gotten his harsh words out before Jiang Fang stole his line. This is too funny.]

[If the Wilderness Survival label weren't still hanging in the livestream, I'd think this was a comedy variety show.]

[Does Long Aozhi think he's the male lead of some webnovel? I'm dying, he got caught showing off on the spot.]

[Internet mouthpiece, I'm dying. Jiang Fang, please start a class on roasting people!]

As for Long Aozhi's fans' reactions?

Don't @ us! Don't project the idol's behavior onto the fans.

Nothing but embarrassment.

They deleted all the crazed comments they had made overnight while defending their arrogant idol.

[ Ding! A large number of the host's fans have unfollowed. One hundred points deducted. Current points: -88! Please work hard to repay your debt! ]

Long Aozhi's rage was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over it, extinguished in an instant.

The twelve points he had painstakingly accumulated had not only been wiped out, but he had even fallen deeply into debt.

Long Aozhi's heart bled.

For a while, he would be unable to use the system, and he could not even release new songs. Long Aozhi could already imagine what those sleazy marketing outlets would say about him—how some rookie had already run out of talent. The thought made him hate even more.

Damn Jiang Fang!

No one said anything, while Long Aozhi continued glaring at him indignantly. Jiang Fang assumed he still could not let it go.

Jiang Fang pointed at the metal box simmering soup, the seafood Qin Yan had caught, and the fish Fang Yi had sliced.

"Everyone else traded something or helped with the work. If you really want some, you can trade something for it. It's not impossible." Since they were still livestreaming, Jiang Fang figured it was better to keep things low-key, which was why he said this.

If Long Aozhi had heard Jiang Fang's thoughts, he would probably have been so angry he vomited blood.

You called this low-key? You practically stomped my dignity into the ground!

Even though he did not know that now, those words were already enough to infuriate him.

What did he mean, he really wanted some? What did he mean, it wasn't impossible?

Long Aozhi snorted coldly. "Keep it for yourself!"

He turned and walked toward his tent.

Bai Ziyu watched from the side. Seeing Long Aozhi return in defeat made him both happy and furious at his uselessness.

Happy that someone else had been roasted alongside him, and furious that Long Aozhi was so useless he could not even beat an ordinary person.

"Ah, everyone, really. Why make things so ugly?"

The situation had mostly settled down. Seeing this, Lin Sen stepped in to play peacemaker.

He picked up his tools and stood. "Isn't it just catching fish? We'll go too. Then everyone can have some."

When Long Aozhi heard that, he glanced at Lin Sen and thought, So there are still people with good judgment. This rich second-generation kid isn't bad. He can be my lackey in the future.

So he picked up his tools. "Let's go."

He spoke to Lin Sen with the manner of a boss addressing his subordinate.

Lin Sen's smile stiffened for a second before returning to normal. He turned to Bai Ziyu and said, "Ziyu, let's go too."

The aroma grew stronger and stronger, making Bai Ziyu's mouth water nonstop.

He could see it but could not eat it, and he did not want to stay there either. He got up and headed toward the woods with Lin Sen.

At this point, the Wilderness Survival journey had clearly begun to split into factions.

The livestream comments also became polarized. Some thought Jiang Fang had done well, while others cursed him. Of course, the curses made up the majority. After all, this guy roasted anyone who crossed him, without a trace of the false politeness common in the entertainment industry.

No matter how vicious the livestream comments were, Jiang Fang had no idea. He was simply happy that the people getting in the way had left.

He could finally enjoy his dinner!

The three formed a small circle, each with a serving of grilled fish and seafood soup.

Jiang Fang enjoyed the island sunset and distant peaks while cradling his little bamboo bowl of homemade seafood soup.

Qin Yan did not speak either, quietly taking in the dusk.

Leaving Fang Yi alone to chatter away.

"Fresh and delicious! Pure, original flavor—so good! There's just too little seafood. It's not enough."

"As expected, seasonings are the best tool for Wilderness Survival! I never thought life in Wilderness Survival could be better than before." Fang Yi recalled the days when he had worked hard to diet and lose weight for concerts.

Too little seafood? Not enough?

Jiang Fang silently looked at his bamboo bowl, which was nearly overflowing with seafood, then looked at Qin Yan, who was serving the seafood soup.

Qin Yan raised his index finger to his lips.

Keep it quiet. Don't tell him.

Jiang Fang understood the message he was trying to convey. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he nodded obediently.

Little did they know that the camera had captured everything clearly, and the livestream had begun screaming.

[AHHHHHH, holy shit! Why am I smiling like a proud aunt?]

[I'm shipping them so hard!]

[HAHAHA, Fang Yi, you little brat! All you do is eat—look at what Brother Qin is doing!]

[HAHAHA, I'm dying. Why do they look so much like a family? Dad, mom, and Fang Yi as their son.]

[Fang Yi's bowl is full of soup, while Jiang Fang's is full of seafood meat. The contrast is too tragic!]

[I'm laughing myself stupid. Ten years as a Qin fan, and this is the first time I've seen Old Qin like this.]

[He even made the shushing gesture! Oh my god, Fang Yi, look! This brat only knows how to eat.]

[So sweet, so sweet! I'm shipping it!]

Another CP fandom rose from the ground.

Compared to the peaceful scene here, the other side was complete chaos.

The small grove was not far from the river. Anyone with even a little geographical knowledge could have found it easily. Unfortunately, Long Aozhi's group was full of people who thought too highly of themselves, and it took them half an hour just to find a river.

Normally, Long Aozhi would have asked the system for directions and used the chance to establish himself as an outdoor expert. Unfortunately, his points were gone.

Naturally, he put that debt on Jiang Fang's head.

"Didn't they say there was a little river or stream nearby? Jiang Fang wouldn't have lied to us, would he?" Bai Ziyu was short, and he had even worn height-increasing insoles for the show, so the walk exhausted him especially badly.

Lin Sen was also becoming increasingly resentful. He had never suffered hardship before, and this walk had made the soles of his feet ache.

Long Aozhi was even more stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fortunately, their luck was not too bad. After half an hour, they finally reached the stream.

"We're here, we're here!"

"Wow! So many fish! We won't have to worry about food in the future now!"

"Let's catch fish!" The scent of grilled fish from the camp before they left surfaced in Bai Ziyu's mind again, making him instantly crave it.

However, none of them had any suitable tools, so they could only spear fish with wooden sticks.

And the sticks had not even been sharpened.

Luckily, Long Aozhi had a small knife among his tools, so the trip had not been completely wasted.

They sharpened several wooden sticks on the spot. By then, the sun was nearly setting, and the sky was gradually darkening.

"We need to hurry." The forest was not safe at night.

They could only pick up the pace. Who knew what might be in the forest after dark?

Sharpening sticks was not difficult. In around ten minutes, they had rough finished products. The group spread out and began spearing fish.

Since it was a wilderness stream untouched or altered by humans, the fish in it were large and plentiful. The group rubbed their hands together, ready to show off their skills.

Long Aozhi especially wanted to wash away his humiliation!

Just watch him spear several fish and bring them back! It was only spearing fish—who could not do that?

Long Aozhi aimed the sharpened tip of his stick at a large fish in the stream, held his breath, and carefully bent down.

Aim! Spear!

"Splash—"