The reenactment was absolutely identical. The cameraman refused to believe he hadn't been there. "Were you following me back then?!"
Jian Ran curled his lips in a faint smile. "Have you got money or looks? I'd be better off following the award-winning actor beside me."
The tension in the livestream instantly dissipated.
[Pfft, gotta admit, Jian Ran has a point! Why follow a burly, broke guy when you could follow an award-winning actor with both looks and money!]
[How did you decide he's broke?!]
[Haven't you heard that photography keeps three generations poor?! Hahaha, Jian Ran is hilarious!]
After Jian Ran's retort, the cameraman calmed down and sat back down. "Anyway, the moment that little girl opened her mouth, I was scared out of my wits. I took off running and didn't dare look back the whole way home."
"Then you were pretty lucky. The little girl wasn't interested in you," Jian Ran said lightly.
The cameraman's mouth twitched. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or angry.
Not even a ghost wanted him.
How pathetic was that?!
Wang Pangzi looked at Jian Ran. "Aren't you going to tell one?"
He'd been the most enthusiastic about getting this going, so he must have been saving the main event.
Jian Ran raised an eyebrow. "Do I even need to? I'll give you a live show in a minute."
No sooner had he spoken than a sinister gust rose out of nowhere in the woods, actually blowing out the blazing campfire.
A chorus of screams immediately erupted.
"Aaaaaah-"
"No live shows-"
"I don't want to see a ghost-"
Chaos briefly took over. The noise assaulted Wang Pangzi's eardrums, and he thought,
Where the hell was their professionalism?!
*How had one little scare from Jian Ran sent them all falling