Everyone's eyes focused on the bowl of yogurt in Xie Huan's hand.
Xie Huan told the truth:
"Aw, c'mon, don't get worked up. Ain't a big deal. Someone just put a little laxative in here. Eat it and, at worst, you'll get the runs."
The director looked incredulous. "How is that possible?!"
Xie Huan didn't argue.
After all, he couldn't say that he had noticed something off about the yogurt bowl and casually performed a divination.
He simply tossed out, "My eyes are a measuring stick. Believe it or don't. If you don't, get it tested."
With that, he set the yogurt bowl on the ground and went back to eating.
Ever since experiencing last night's sudden windstorm and downpour.
The other members of the Roaming Group had gained some understanding of the power of Xie Huan's mouth.
So even though the claim that there were laxatives in the yogurt sounded a little dubious.
They still felt it was better to believe it than dismiss it.
Tang Keni leaned toward Xie Huan's ear and whispered, "Bro, who did you piss off? Why would someone put laxatives in your food?"
Xie Huan kept eating, mumbling, "Dunno. Maybe they're jealous I'm close to Ting'er."
Pei Tingyun startled.
How did this have anything to do with him?
Just then, the blond, blue-eyed chef happened to walk in through the door.
The production staff immediately brought over the yogurt bowl and asked the chef what was going on.
The two argued in English for a while.
Then the chef suddenly knocked over the yogurt bowl and charged into the dining room in a rage, shouting something in rapid English.
Xie Huan couldn't understand him, but he saw the murderous intent in the chef's eyes.
Pei Tingyun's expression changed too.
Because he understood.
Everything the chef shouted was extreme.
Things like:
"What gives you the right to have him!"
"You don't deserve to be with him!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Pei Tingyun's heart pounded as he listened.
He watched the chef's movements intently, afraid he might suddenly do something extreme.
The production staff had already rushed up to stop the chef, keeping him out of the livestream's frame.
But although they stopped him physically, they couldn't stop his desire to kill.
In a flash, the chef actually pulled a handgun from somewhere.
The instant he aimed the muzzle at Xie Huan.
He also shouted in English, "Die!"
Meeting the chef's murderous gaze, Xie Huan didn't panic in the slightest.
With his hand behind his back, he leisurely snapped his fingers.
Good grief! Were fans all this crazy these days?
Drugging someone wasn't enough? They had to go for the kill too!
Xie Huan was still marveling to himself.
When Pei Tingyun's voice suddenly came from beside him. "Watch out-"
In an instant, Pei Tingyun had already put himself in front of Xie Huan.
Just like that, he completely shielded every one of Xie Huan's vital spots!
Xie Huan's pupils trembled.
The director's heart stopped.
Everyone present felt their breathing freeze at that moment.
The tension reached its peak.
There was a soft click.
The chef pulled the trigger.
At that critical moment, Xie Huan grabbed Pei Tingyun and rolled to the side.
The two rolled a long way, yet no gunshot rang out.
The chef stared at the handgun in his hand in disbelief.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger again.
The production crew's security staff seized their chance and successfully disarmed him.
Once he was certain Xie Huan was safe, Pei Tingyun lay on top of him and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Still shaken, he also felt immensely fortunate.
Thank goodness...
Thank goodness he was all right!
Just then.
Xie Huan, pinned beneath Pei Tingyun, suddenly roared, "Are you crazy?! Do you have a death wish?!"
This was the first time Xie Huan had ever shouted so loudly at Pei Tingyun.
As though frightened, the entire dining room instantly fell silent.
Everyone stared in shock at Xie Huan, who was still lying on the floor, holding Pei Tingyun and refusing to let go.
Xie Huan didn't know why he was so angry either.
He only knew that, at this moment, he was utterly terrified in the aftermath.
Afraid that he might have snapped his fingers too late, leaving his Mystic Arts unable to jam the bullet in the gun.
Afraid that Pei Tingyun might have been hurt because of it.
Even more afraid that death might have separated them forever.
Everything had clearly been under his control, yet Xie Huan's hands were now trembling with fear.
Seemingly sensing his fear.
Pei Tingyun hugged him back, gently stroking the top of his neat, close-cropped head as he comforted him softly:
"It's okay. Everything's okay now..."
The livestream's bullet comments had long since exploded:
[Oh my god! Is this the legendary solo stan losing it over the idol's actual partner?]
[Spare me! Don't let someone like that tarnish solo stans! We Little Clouds would never do anything so vile!]
[How did he get a gun in? What the hell was the production crew's security doing?]
[I told you filming abroad wasn't safe!]
[The moment Peipei threw himself in front of him, I nearly cried!]
[His body moved faster than his brain. That's the instinct of love! I'm crying!]
To avoid disrupting the livestream, after security took the chef away, the director picked up his megaphone and reassured everyone:
"Everyone, please don't panic. That was an emergency safety drill planned by the production crew. There were no bullets in that gun, and the chef was acting along with us.
"The purpose was to remind everyone to stay vigilant while traveling abroad and never let your guard down when it comes to safety! Of course, our production crew will also do everything we can to keep everyone safe!"
At those words, the bullet comments exploded again:
[So it was a drill! That scared me to death!]
[Really? I don't believe it!]
[If that really was acting, that chef's acting skills were way too good.]
Apart from Pei Tingyun and Xie Huan, everyone was dubious about the director's explanation.
Still, Tang Keni was the first to jump in and lighten the mood, slumping into a chair:
"Holy crap, I nearly had my soul scared out of me! Thank goodness it was a drill. Otherwise, I'd be traumatized about filming shows from now on."
With that interruption, everyone else also let out a sigh of relief.
No one there knew the truth more clearly than Xie Huan, who had used Mystic Arts to jam the bullet.
But he didn't expose the director's lie. Instead, he went along with it and loosened his arms from around Pei Tingyun.
Lying spread-eagled on the floor, he let out a heavy breath:
"Aw, c'mon, could you give us a heads-up before the next drill? Always pulling this scary crap!"
Pei Tingyun played along, releasing Xie Huan and standing up.
Then he reached out and gave Xie Huan a hand.
The instant Xie Huan was pulled to his feet, he heard Pei Tingyun whisper in his ear:
"Has anyone ever told you that your acting is really bad?"
Xie Huan froze.
Really bad?
No way, right?
Tang Keni looked about the same to me just now.
Hearing Pei Tingyun's words through his earpiece, the director hurriedly told the sound crew to switch off Pei Tingyun's and Xie Huan's microphones.
He was terrified that one careless remark from them would expose the emergency safety drill as a lie.
Fortunately, Xie Huan needed to return to his room to pack his backpack before heading down the mountain.
Pei Tingyun went with him.
The director told their camera operators not to follow, but chased after them himself. "Wait!"