Upholding the philosophy of "let feelings come naturally, let the heart choose love," the production team would not divide the guests into groups, lest those restrictions keep them from spending quality time with the people they liked.
They would have to discuss, cooperate, and resolve everything themselves.
So,
"Unless you genuinely encounter something life-threatening, we absolutely will not lend you a helping hand. Understood, guests?"
"Make sure you help each other~~~"
She placed particular emphasis on every word of that last sentence.
"..."
The guests wore expressions of utter detachment, speechless.
Director Ye did not care either. Elegantly spreading her hands, she indicated that they were free to move around.
"Go prepare the supplies you'll need to live. You can do it!"
Everyone: "..."
Do your fucking mother.
[The world falls silent. Listen to the sound of them breaking down [smirk]]
[They really should get ready. Get ready to find a thick enough vine to hang themselves with.]
[Sound team, please play the Great Compassion Mantra. Thanks.]
Calling it miserable hardly did it justice.
Xu Su stood there numbly for a few seconds, but still could not help laughing in exasperation.
"May I ask? What are we supposed to prepare with?"
The dead branches and rotting leaves covering the island?
Or was there an Aladdin's lamp on the seabed?
"There really is nowhere to start."
Li Weizhou sighed and agreed, "Other than wild fruit, we probably won't be able to get any supplies."
Zhuang Luo frowned deeply too. "Exactly. With our bare hands, where are we supposed to get food, clothing, shelter, and transportation?"
Fang Han was still gritting his teeth. He glared at the production team and swore.
"We can't even catch the fish already sitting there in the sea!"
For once, these people with their extremely complicated private