After everyone put down their luggage, they gathered in the living room.
"Welcome back to the filming of episode two of 'Love in the Next Moment.' Due to scheduling issues, Mr. Wen may be saying goodbye to us for a while. Next, we'll be playing a little warm-up game called 'You Have, I Don't.'"
"Everyone, hold up all ten fingers. Going from left to right, take turns naming something you've done or something you have. If you have it, keep your fingers up; if you don't, put one down. Whoever has the most fingers left wins. The winner will have first pick of teammates for tomorrow's role-playing game, while whoever comes last will have to fight alone tomorrow." The director smiled at the camera as he explained the rules.
[Whoa, things are getting exciting. One of the nine of them will be on their own tomorrow.]
[Let's bet. My money's on Si Chen.]
[Yan Yi! Mommy's telling you, you have to win this round. No losing!]
Once the nine understood the rules, they nodded and cooperatively raised both hands.
"I've had ten girlfriends." Meng Yun opened with a trump card.
Shen Ting's eyes widened. They were both human, so why was this guy being such a show-off?
Shen Ting couldn't help sinking into thought, because neither he in his previous life nor the original owner of his body in this life had ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend.
Meng Yun looked smug as he watched everyone put a finger down.
"I've slapped someone on this show." Bai Yuanyuan couldn't stand a certain someone's smug expression.
The moment Meng Yun heard Bai Yuanyuan's words, he remembered what had happened that day in the haunted house. He'd been slapped hard three times, and his smug expression instantly darkened. Damn it! I'm furious! And to think I even prepared a gift for her. What a waste. Hmph!
Meng Yun put a finger down with a dark expression. Could anyone have it worse than him? He'd been slapped, and now he had to put a finger down for it too.
Si Chen, Su Yu, Shen Rui, Su Weiwang, Pei Ming, and Yan Yi each put down a finger too.
Finally, everyone looked at Shen Ting, who still had nine fingers up.
"Ting, you've slapped someone too?" Su Yu looked incredulous.
"Of course. Wasn't it the person right beside you? Didn't you all see it back then? The viewers in the livestream saw it too." Shen Ting looked at the person beside Su Yu.
The image of himself getting slapped back then suddenly surfaced in Si Chen's mind.
"Oh, right! I'm not the only one who's been slapped on this show." Meng Yun cheered up, because he'd suddenly realized he was neither the only one who'd been slapped nor the last.
[I almost forgot about Best Actor Si getting slapped until his lips looked like sausages on this show. I still have those gorgeous pictures of him on my phone.]
[Meng Yun: Pass it on. If the sky falls, Si Chen will hold it up!]
[Hahaha, that comment above is so savage.]
[Shen Ting, ***! Get out of the entertainment industry.]
[Shen Ting really went too far back then. I support kicking Shen Ting out of the entertainment industry.]
[Their idol can't understand human speech. Can his fans not understand it either?]
[He brought it on himself, and now he thinks he's in the right? I'm backing Shen Ting!]
"I'm a Best Actor!" Si Chen said through gritted teeth.
Everyone wordlessly put down a finger. How were they supposed to compete with that? Some of them weren't even in the industry.
"I've passed Grade Ten piano." Su Yu smiled at Su Weiwang and Shen Ting beside him.
Meng Yun irritably put down another finger. "Damn! You can play like that? That's no fun."
Bai Yuanyuan laughed. "Forget Grade Ten piano. I can play a little of every instrument."
Shen Rui and Yan Yi didn't put their fingers down either. After all, their childhood lessons hadn't been for nothing.
Su Weiwang and Shen Ting paid no attention whatsoever to Su Yu's smug expression and put their fingers down at the same time.
"I have a racing license." Pei Ming's words drew another wail from Meng Yun.
"I've handed out flyers." With everyone looking at him, Su Weiwang's breathing quickened, his mind went blank, and his voice grew quieter and quieter.
Another wave of fingers went down, but Yan Yi kept his up.
"Sorry, I handed out flyers for my mom when I was little." Yan Yi gave a soft laugh.
"I've been skydiving," Shen Rui said calmly.
This time, everyone put a finger down. Bro, you're the boss.
Only Shen Ting and Yan Yi had yet to take their turns. Yan Yi currently had the most fingers left, with five still up.
Shen Ting rubbed his smooth chin. "I have a dear big son."
The moment Shen Ting finished speaking, the entire living room fell silent.
Everyone looked at Si Chen, who was already completely red in the face. Oh-ho, an ultimate attack right to his face.
Yan Yi's lips curved at that. "Then I have one too. We're a family of three, after all."
The veins on Si Chen's forehead were already bulging. Shen Ting! Yan Yi!
"All right, all right. Everyone, let's keep going."
Seeing things starting to get serious, the director hurriedly interrupted their conversation.
Now only Yan Yi remained, and the final winner would be either Shen Ting or Yan Yi.
As Yan Yi watched Shen Ting staring nervously at him, a mischievous smile flickered across his lips.
"My mom is a Best Actress."
Shen Ting's eyes flew wide. Damn! He pulled that off.
[Hahaha, Yan Yi with the finishing blow!]
[Si Chen must be about to explode with anger after this game.]
[I don't know whether he's going to explode, but I'm about to explode laughing.]
[Yan Yi: Good thing I found a chance to become his second dad earlier. Otherwise, I couldn't have won this round.]
[Yan Yi: A family should all stay together. (doge)]
[Shen Ting stands in front of Si Chen and shouts! Stop! Don't move! (Shen Ting reaction meme)]
Meng Yun stared in disbelief at his remaining fingers. He'd actually lost them all.
In the end, since too many people were tied for last place, they used a palms-up-or-down game to pick the loser.
Si Chen's luck really might have hit rock bottom today. He was eliminated in the very first round, gloriously becoming today's ultimate loser.
Shen Ting was delighted by this sight and leaned comfortably against the back of the sofa. Suddenly, something seemed to be slipped into his hand, which hung behind the sofa.
Shen Ting tilted his head in confusion and saw the assistant director crouching furtively behind the sofa, stuffing a note into his palm.
When the assistant director noticed Shen Ting looking at him, he hurriedly made a shushing gesture.
Shen Ting raised his eyebrows at that. Was this a Hidden Mission? He closed his hand around the note, then quietly slipped it into his pocket.
That evening, it was time to send Heart-Throbbing Texts again. As Shen Ting pulled out his phone, he happened to bring out the note from that afternoon.
Curious, Shen Ting unfolded the note.
Hidden Mission: During tomorrow's role-playing game, make a guest on your team's heart rate reach 120 twice!
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