The moment the words "eat shit on livestream" appeared, the viewers erupted.
[Do you really have to go that far?]
[LMAO hahahahahaha]
[I took a screenshot. Hope Eat-Shit-on-Livestream Bro keeps his word.]
In the control room, the assistant gave a real-time report on the comments.
The assistant director clutched his stomach, laughing nonstop. "If Jiang Nan actually opens that combination lock, this episode's comedy will be off the charts."
Another assistant director said, "How is that possible? I checked Jiang Nan's education beforehand. Beauty and hairdressing at Jingkou Vocational and Technical College."
The chief director clicked his tongue. He was just about to ask the assistant to bring over his chrysanthemum tea when he heard a crisp click.
He looked over in shock. On the high-definition screen, the young man's expression didn't change as he gently hooked a finger through the combination lock and casually removed the whole thing.
In the dim classroom, his dazzling, eye-catching pink hair looked almost gray.
His lips were thin, yet full.
"Fuck!" the assistant director shouted. "He really did open it."
The chief director said nothing, but his face was full of smiles as he motioned for the cameraman to zoom in.
The livestream viewers were stunned for a second. The next, layers upon layers of comments completely obscured the guests.
[Shit-Eating Bro? You there? Time to go live.]
[Shit-Eating Bro? You there? Time to go live.]
[Shit-Eating Bro? You there? Time to go live.]
[Shit-Eating Bro? You there? Time to go live.]
That comment filled the screen, even making its way onto the trending searches.
Jiang Nan had no idea what was happening outside. He removed the combination lock and opened the locked box.
Inside was a daily schedule.
6:00-7:00 Morning reading
7:00-7:10 Breakfast
7:15-7:50 Second morning reading session
8:00-8:45 First period
8:55-9:40 Second period
10:00-10:45 Third period
10:55-11:40 Fourth period
2:00-2:45 Fifth period
The sixth, seventh, and eighth periods followed in sequence.
After eight classes, there were another three periods of evening self-study.
Evening self-study ended at 9:40 p.m., and lights-out was at 10:20.
Jiang Nan was all too familiar with this schedule.
He had once spent three years of high school under precisely this kind of terrifying schedule.
Jiang Nan had never lacked friends growing up, but whenever he recalled high school, his memories were hazy.
He would subconsciously forget things from high school.
Because there had simply been too many unhappy things.
Intense pressure, too little sleep, his teachers' disappointment, uncertainty about the future.
Each was a mountain, and those mountains weighed on him for three years.
Jiang Nan had been silent for so long that Luo Hang had already recovered from his shock.
He glanced at the schedule in Jiang Nan's hand. "What are you spacing out for?"
Jiang Nan shook his head, folded the schedule, and tucked it into his school uniform jacket.
Luo Hang clicked his tongue and asked, "How did you know the combination?"
At that question, everyone in the control room and the audience held their breath, waiting.
Then they heard the young man's languid voice.
"I guessed."
[??????????]
[My whole family is shook.]
[Is he showing off?????]
[My expression is just as speechless as Luo Hang's.]
"You guessed?" Luo Hang could hardly believe his ears.
"Yeah." Jiang Nan held out a hand and pointed at the digital clock at the front of the blackboard. It displayed 21:40.
"It's the only thing that stands out in the entire classroom. It'd be hard not to guess."
Everyone in the control room fell into contemplation.
According to their script, the two guests would find a Chinese language question beneath the lectern. Solving it would give them the answer "clock."
Only then would they guess the combination.
Instead, this guy refused to follow the usual routine. He tried it on a whim, and it actually worked.
Luo Hang: "..."
The two left the classroom and searched every other classroom on the first floor.
In the end, they found a schedule, a blotchy exam admission number, and a printed news report from the city television station.
Hope High School's highly efficient standing morning reading sessions had made the headlines, with hopes of introducing the practice at every high school in the city.
With the first floor searched, they could only go to the second.
Jiang Nan and Luo Hang had just reached the landing between the first and second floors when they heard the zombies' eerie howls.
Luo Hang couldn't help stopping, his face slightly pale. "How about we go back and take another look?"
Jiang Nan glanced at him. "What? Are you scared?"
Luo Hang coughed. For the sake of his pride, he didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't find another reason to explain what he'd done.
[Waaaaah, our Hanghang really is scared of ghosts.]
[Last time he was on a variety show, he was so scared he jumped.]
Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes and stared at him.
Luo Hang felt a pang of guilt. Just as he thought Jiang Nan was about to say something lofty, Jiang Nan folded his arms and said with a serious expression, "I think you're absolutely right. We must have forgotten something."
Luo Hang: "..."
Watching Jiang Nan's Adam's apple bob repeatedly, he felt a tiny bit speechless.
How should he put it?
He'd thought this guy was so dependable, but it turned out he was scared too.
The two immediately hit it off and slipped away.
The directors in the control room were dumbfounded.
They had been counting on these two to drive the whole sequence forward. The next step was clearly to venture onto the second floor, search for evidence, and then solve the entire mystery.
Instead, these two just dusted off their backsides and ran??????
The chief director was so angry his chest hurt. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and ordered the NPCs, "Get to the first floor and catch those two little brats."
The assistant director beside him couldn't help saying, "Didn't we say when we revised the script that zombies couldn't go to the first floor?"
The chief director shot him an irritated look. "If they don't go now, we'll be stuck in a stalemate."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
What guest these days would pass up a chance to shine and keep lying flat instead?
With that thought, he checked the other two livestreams.
Shen Anbai's group had been cornered by zombies on the second floor. They had barely managed to enter a classroom and lock both the front and back doors.
As for Shen Xingli, Film Emperor Shen, he was still asleep.
Oh, no.
He had been woken up earlier, raised his head to look at the NPCs around him, muttered, "Why am I dreaming about this?" and gone back to sleep.
The NPCs around him were at a loss too.
After all, they weren't real zombies. They couldn't actually eat Shen Xingli.
The director had urged the NPCs to wake Shen Xingli, but Shen Xingli was simply too famous and too handsome.
The NPCs exchanged glances, blushing, and didn't dare call out to him for ages.
Shen Xingli's fans were very satisfied too.
Even if they had to watch Shen Xingli sleep all day, they would be more than willing.
After all, everyone knew that Shen Xingli, Film Emperor Shen, had the habits of an old cadre and rarely appeared on variety shows.
Every year, after shooting two films, he seemed to evaporate from the face of the earth, apart from film premieres and red-carpet appearances for awards he was nominated for.
Even the paparazzi couldn't track him down.
So, given a chance to watch their beloved idol sleep, who, could, possibly, say, no?