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Chapter 112 The Little Transparent in the Entertainment Circle 5
The tasks for the first day were assigned so simply. The two teams went to check the terrain and find some food.

Ling Mo and Song Wan stayed to clean the house.

Although the program team has dealt with it, it is impossible to cover everything.

And there were limited tools in the house, so not much could be done.

"Hu Mingli said there is a small stream a few dozen meters behind the house. Go and find a way to get some water back." Song Wan ordered Ling Mo to work as a matter of course.

After all, how could a weak girl like her carry water?

Ling Mo was processing the rags he had found in the house, intending to use them as rags.

Hearing her words, he turned to look at her, "But there is nothing in the house to hold water."

Song Wan didn't expect that she didn't agree immediately but threw a question to her. She was stunned for a moment and then said, "Go and find a way to make a bucket. It's impossible for everyone to go to the stream to wash or drink water."

Song Wan has probably been praised for too long, and whatever she says sounds condescending, which makes passers-by lose their favor. But she has always been like this, and her fans and herself have never thought there is anything wrong with it.

Ling Mo had to choose between praising her as per the original plot and fighting back against the plot, but thinking that he was here for vacation and not for work, he chose the third way.

"But I'm a loser."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Wan was stunned, and the barrage of comments was briefly cleared.

"Sister Song is so amazing, she must know how to cut down a tree and make a wooden barrel without any tools, right?"

"So it's up to the all-powerful Sister Song to make the bucket, and I'm just responsible for moving the water without thinking."

Ling Mo chose to retort in a sarcastic tone.

Song Wan could engage in intrigue with others, but when someone spoke so rudely to her, she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

[Pfft——Hahahaha…]

[I am dying of laughter. I am a waste. I am a waste. I have never been so happy to say that I am a waste. 】

[Ah, yes, yes, yes, you are awesome, go ahead, I am useless. ]

[How can this person be like this! He has no respect for his seniors at all. He doesn't want to be in the industry anymore, right?]

[He is so rude! Wanwan just spoke bluntly, why does he care about these things as a boy! ]

[Ling Mo, you are done. I will blacken you for the rest of my life! ]

[Which unknown actor was stuffed in by the capital? He accompanied a few Mr. Zhang and Mr. Wang. He is so awesome]

……

Song Wan put on a helpless and aggrieved expression, as if asking "What did I do to make you like this?"

She has always been like this, appearing innocent, simple-minded, ignorant, and unknowing, which often made her opponents lose face, but she had no choice but to take action against Ling Mo.

"I just thought that since you're a boy you'd be better than me. If you don't want to forget it, then forget it. Why are you like this..."

"I just thought that since Sister Song ordered me so naturally, she must be very capable to suggest you go, so as not to waste your time and be unable to help at all by a loser like me."

Use magic to defeat magic, Ling Mo repeated Green Tea's words expressionlessly.

Everyone could see that she didn't want to indulge Song Wan's spoiled little lady temper and princess syndrome.

"Then we'll all be thirsty and dirty!" Song Wan said angrily, turning around to tidy up some things in the house.

It’s not so much tidying up as it is decorating the house with limited items.

Ling Mo looked at the girl's back, but didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and dealt with the things in his hands carefully.

Although many things left in the house are unusable.

But after some repairs, I was able to hold on.

She fixed the bowstring on the bow in her hand, and then pulled it hard to see if it would work. After confirming that there was no problem, she turned over a wooden box in the corner. There were many small things in it, most of which were made of plants and animals in the forest. She saw a wooden bowl, and she took it out and put it aside.

After piling up all the things that needed to be cleaned, Ling Mo emptied the wooden box and moved all the things in.

"Song Wan, help me move the boxes to the creek. These need to be washed before they can be used."

The quiet room was filled with a heavy atmosphere because of the argument between the two, but the young man seemed unfazed and called out to her.

Song Wan turned around and saw such a big wooden box. She didn't want to move it at all, but after calming down, she felt that she should endure it since the camera was still there.

"How do we move?" She said in a very unclear tone, and walked over and looked at her with her arms folded.

"One person on each side, then one, two, three, all at once."

Song Wan didn't resist too much and helped to lift it.

Following the direction Hu Mingli said, they walked in the direction of dozens of meters. Because of the rugged mountain road and slippery stones, Ling Mo slowed down for Song Wan, and the two walked very slowly.

After the wooden box was placed on the ground with a loud bang, Ling Mo first took out a rag to wash it clean, and then handed it to the girl who was standing motionless by the stream.

"Wash it."

"how about you?"

"As for me..." Ling Mo paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "The waste is going to be rotten."

Song Wan stared with eyes wide open, not reacting, and watched the man put down the rag and walk into the forest next to him.

Ling Mo's photographer was also stunned for a moment before following over. Seeing the bright camera, no matter how angry she was and wanted to curse, she still endured it and squatted down to wash things.

Her chest heaved with anger, and she thought to herself that she should just bear with it for now, and wait until the show was over before she would have a good show on the young man.

The invisible male supporting role who was being targeted by the vicious female supporting role Song Wan, glanced through the forest, analyzed the terrain, and walked decisively in one direction.

After walking for a while, we stopped in front of a slightly short tree.

Ling Mo surrounded the trunk with both of his palms, just enough to enclose it.

She stood a little further away and saw the photographer across from her. She pointed to the side and said, "Photographer, please go over there."

The photographer didn't have a very good impression of this guest, but he would not deliberately go against him. As a professional variety show photographer, he still has a lot of professional ethics.

After walking over, Ling Mo asked him to go further away. The photographer and netizens in the live broadcast room were all confused about what she was going to do.

When she was finally satisfied with the position, she backed away and stopped only when she was about ten meters away from the tree.

Then everyone saw her pull a knife from her coat pocket.

The show allows guests to bring cold weapons and fire sticks, but food and some illegal high-tech products are prohibited.

The knife in her hand was the one she brought with her, but it was different in shape from a dagger and was smaller. The photographer suddenly remembered that when the guest was packing his luggage, the person in front of him brought a small bag containing small knives of various models and shapes.

The knife she was holding in her hand was a medium-sized one.

Ling Mo held the flying knife between his two fingers, exerted force on his wrist, and a flash of silver light flew straight towards the trunk of the tree.

Then there was the crisp sound of cutting through the wood layers.

The flying knife actually penetrated the tree trunk and stabbed into the big tree behind!

[Fuck——]

[I’m so terrified! Huh? Huh? What flew past so fast?!]

[The picture shook a bit, the photographer was shocked. ]

[I can't believe if the photographer stood in that place, he would be pierced through like the tree trunk. ]

(End of this chapter)