He Jianing also looked at Fu Yunxi with a miserable expression.
"Yunxi, I drew the pigpen too."
Xie Lin waved the slip of paper in his hand.
"Who didn't?"
"You got the pigpen too?"
"Ugh, what rotten fucking luck, drawing the same thing as you guys. Is there a temple or Taoist shrine nearby? I'll go ask for a talisman to get rid of this bad luck."
"..."
They all fell silent and looked toward the others.
The others held up their slips. Vegetable gardens across the board.
Everyone turned to the director in unison, waiting for an explanation.
The director chuckled.
"The vegetable garden means helping Auntie Zhang harvest vegetables. The pigpen means helping Uncle Wang clean his pigpen."
"...What does that have to do with where we're staying?"
"Of course it does. To avoid holding up your tasks, you'll be staying nearby with your hosts."
They'd thought they were sleeping in the pigpen!
Fu Yunxi let out a long breath, his heart settling back into place.
Just then, a black Hongqi stopped in front of them, kicking up clouds of dust behind it and giving everyone a mouthful.
Amid the sounds of spitting, the camera operators whipped their cameras toward it.
A long leg emerged first.
[Holy shit, this guy is so handsome. I've never seen him before. You can tell he's not in showbiz.]
[He has such an upright, righteous air about him. Why does he remind me so much of our department chief?]
[??? There are department chiefs that young and handsome in the civil service? Address, please?]
[Three minutes. I want every detail about him!]
Still waving his little slip, Xie Lin looked over and considered whether to use his Privilege Card.
He still hadn't used the one he'd saved last time. The best resources