Chu Yu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Chu Chen with a sneer. "See? You're not even as good as an outsider."
Chu Chen was already hostile toward Gu Jinhuai. Hearing Chu Yu praise him like that instantly made his hackles rise.
"I think you've lost your head over a handsome face!"
"What a joke. As if he could make me lose my head!"
You probably don't know your big sister dumped him a few years ago.
Not wanting to waste any more breath on Chu Chen, Chu Yu ducked down and followed Gu Jinhuai into the tunnel.
As she crawled through the tunnel, the sound of rustling fabric kept ringing in Chu Yu's ears, and the surrounding
space
felt rather cramped because it was so narrow.
Gu Jinhuai had the flashlight up ahead. Unable to see the way, Chu Yu could only feel her way forward.
Suddenly, as she felt around, her hand landed on the man's solid back.
"It's me." Gu Jinhuai's familiar voice came from ahead.
Chu Yu whipped her hand back. "Why did you stop?"
"There seems to be something up ahead."
Chu Yu fell silent for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"
"Probably a prop the haunted house staff put here to scare people."
Although Chu Yu wasn't usually very afraid of extreme sports, things like ghosts and spirits, with all their sudden scares, still cast quite a shadow over her.
At that thought, Chu Yu coughed and cleared her throat. "Then deal with the scary thing up ahead first. I'll wait."
There was no telling what Gu Jinhuai was thinking up ahead. He merely chuckled at her words.
"You really know how to order me around."
The microphone headsets they wore had slipped a little as they crawled, which meant their conversation just now happened not to have been picked up by the production team's backstage feed.
So, from the livestream viewers' perspective, Chu Yu and Gu Jinhuai had merely paused in the tunnel for a moment, while what exactly they had said was indistinct.
[What are those two doing in the tunnel? A man and a woman alone together, and we can't hear what they're saying. Nothing's going to happen, right?]
[Calm down, guys. This is a livestream. What could possibly happen?]
[Boohoo, but I really think Chu Yu and President Gu look so good together! I really want to ship the Whale couple!]
That was right. In just this short stretch of the livestream, fans had already come up with a ship name for Chu Yu and Gu Jinhuai.
A few more minutes, and they would probably have settled on names for the pair's children too.
Meanwhile, Chu Chen, who had been crouching by the tunnel entrance and watching the situation, was beginning to grow anxious.
Although he was terrified of whatever scary props might be inside the tunnel, leaving his sister alone with Gu Jinhuai in the same cramped space was practically sending a lamb into a tiger's jaws!
After agonizing over it repeatedly, Chu Chen finally made up his mind, bent down, and started squeezing into the opening.
Trembling with fear, he felt along the tunnel walls on either side, inching forward on his knees.
Although Chu Chen couldn't see his own posture in the darkness, the livestream's night-vision camera captured it with perfect clarity.
The viewers instantly erupted into thunderous laughter again.
[Little brother Chu Chen is seriously my fountain of joy, hahahahahaha!]
[Chu Chen has invented another new way of walking: knee-walking!]
Fortunately, however, the dark tunnel wasn't very long. After crawling on his knees for just a few minutes, Chu Chen spotted the exit.
That dazzling light was like a lifesaving antidote to Chu Chen. He hurriedly crawled faster and finally made it out of the tunnel.
When Chu Chen emerged from the tunnel, he had barely straightened up before he found Chu Yu looking at him.
"Oh, you finally crawled out," Chu Yu teased.
Chu Chen put on an expression that said, "I don't want to talk to you," then got up and dusted off his knees. "There wasn't anything scary in there. I think taking first place today should be pretty easy."
Chu Yu thought, Gu Jinhuai already dealt with all the scary things. Of course you weren't scared.
Afraid the siblings would start bickering again like before, Gu Jinhuai changed the subject with a headache. "Let's look at the buttons here first. There are three in total. To trigger the next stage, we probably have to choose one of these three buttons and press it."
Hearing that, Chu Yu turned her attention back to the three buttons.
Each of the three buttons had a label underneath it, reading [I'm just that rich], [I'm the most beautiful in the entire universe], and [I'll make a living with my brains], respectively.
Of the first two labels, one sounded like something a nouveau riche would say.
The other sounded a little narcissistic.
Only the last one, [I'll make a living with my brains], looked somewhat normal.
Just then, a burst of electronic static suddenly crackled from the walkie-talkies the guests carried.
Immediately afterward, a production staff member's voice came through. "Attention, guests. All three teams have now successfully reached the doors with the buttons that activate the first stage. You now have three options before you: money, beauty, and intelligence."
"Your choices will directly affect the difficulty of the later haunted house stages. Please decide carefully."
After that, the staff member stopped speaking, leaving the guests time to make their own choices.
At that moment, the livestream viewers also began a heated discussion.
[I think choosing intelligence is the normal thing to do. Picking either of the first two would be idiotic.]
[I bet nobody will dare choose the first two, because the moment they do, the viewers will roast them to death.]
In this day and
age
, the slightest stir could become known nationwide in a matter of minutes.
If the guests dared to openly promote ideas like [I'm just that rich] or [I'm the most beautiful in the entire universe] on the show, the viewers would absolutely tear them to shreds on the spot.
After all, modesty was what was in fashion these days.
So, by comparison, the third option, which involved intelligence, was clearly more suitable.
Wen Zhixin thought the same way as most of the viewers.