He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Once everyone had arrived, they introduced themselves.

Director Yan Min stood up from the corner.

"Everyone's here. We'll officially start recording tomorrow morning. Everyone, get some rest tonight."

Huang Bo leaned back on the sofa: "Director Yan, where's the script? What's the schedule for tomorrow?"

"We have a mission tomorrow, we'll find out then."

Huang Lei pushed up his glasses: "No script at all? You want the six of us to record this blindfolded?"

"It's all about the unknown, that's what 'Extreme Challenge' is all about." Yan Min smiled. "Don't worry, it won't be too difficult."

The group exchanged glances and didn't press the matter further.

It's common for variety shows to maintain secrecy among their production teams.

Only Ye Mo felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Extreme Challenge has no script; it's all about the unknown.

He knew all too well what this meant—it meant: starting tomorrow morning, the seven of you will have a rough time.

Director Yan really knows how to have fun!

That evening.

Ye Mo returned to his room and closed the door.

He didn't sleep.

I pulled out a bulging bag from the very bottom of the suitcase.

I flopped onto the bed—paper cups, bamboo charcoal powder, Vaseline, shower gel, and a roll of tape.

The items were spread out on half the bed, making it look like they were going to set up a stall at the night market.

He left the door slightly ajar, just a crack.

Then I moved a chair, stood on it, placed the small basin on top of the door frame, filled it with water, and secured the bottom of the cup with tape.

I stepped back down, looked at it for two seconds, then stood back up and adjusted the angle.

The small basin should tip over just as the door is pushed open 30 degrees.

After finishing with the door, he squatted down, squeezed half a bottle of shower gel onto the floor tiles by the door, and rubbed it in with his hand.

The floor tiles instantly reflected light, becoming so shiny they could be used as mirrors.

Finally, he pulled a white towel out of his bag and hung it on the hook to the right of the entrance.

It looks ordinary—but the inside of the towel is coated with bamboo charcoal powder and petroleum jelly.

Whoever uses it to wipe water will be in big trouble.

He took two steps back and looked at his masterpiece.

Then he walked to the corner of the room, squatted down, and faced the GoPro set up on the table.

"The six brothers from 'Go Fighting!'" He said to the camera with a sincere tone, "It wouldn't be right not to give a gift when we meet for the first time. I'm a newcomer, so I need to be polite. I just don't know which one of you is the unlucky one."

He then pointed to the paper cup on top of the door frame: "This is the first one—auspicious beginnings."

"The second one—walking on thin ice."

"The third one is providing timely help. The charcoal is real; it's bamboo charcoal powder."

He stood up and dusted off his hands. "I don't know which brother will come first, it's up to fate."

After saying that, he took the GoPro off, gave himself a thumbs up, and his facial expression was perfectly controlled.

By now, Ye Mo was fully aware of the purpose of his visit.

Variety shows are all about popularity, so they have to have entertaining content.

Even if it's just acting, that's fine, since he's an actor!

Four o'clock in the morning.

The rules for the wake-up service are simple.

But executing it is something no human can do.

The production team had notified all guests in advance that they must wake up at 4 a.m. to complete a "chain wake-up call loop."

There are five ways to force someone to wake up on the dartboard: blowing air into their ear, spraying water, kissing their cheek, twisting their ear, and plucking their hair. Whichever method a person throws, that method will be used to wake up the next person.

The last person to wake up was Ye Mo.

But Ye Mo was unaware of this.

When he was setting the trap, he was thinking: "I'll wake up the customer at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Whoever knocks on the door will be treated to three big gifts first."

It was exactly four o'clock in the morning.

When Director Yan shook Zhang Yixing awake from his bed, he was still completely dazed.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes for a while, glanced at the time on his phone, and almost went back to the beginning. "Four o'clock? Director, are you serious?"

"Whichever method of waking you up is hit by the dart, that's the one you'll use to wake the next person. You're the first one."

Zhang Yixing picked up the dart, his hand still a little shaky—and threw it, hitting "Ear Blower" (a nickname for a person).

The room card displayed was for Sun Honglei.

His face turned pale instantly: "Brother Honglei is my boss... I blew into his ear? Won't he be angry?"

Then everyone was woken up in various ways between four and five in the morning.

When they arrived at Ye Mo's place...

Wang Xun rubbed his eyes and checked the time: 5:15 a.m.

He drew the room key: Ye Mo's room.

"Ye Mo?" Wang Xun yawned. "That kid is quite polite, he should be easy to talk to."

5:20.

Wang Xun stood at Ye Mo's door.

The door was ajar, with a crack in it, and he reached out and pushed it open.

The basin tipped over, splashing water all over his head.

Cold water streamed down my forehead and down my neck, soaking the collar of my pajamas instantly.

Wang Xun stood at the door, completely frozen.

He looked down at his wet clothes, then looked up at the empty door frame above him, opened his mouth twice, but no sound came out.

He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

My feet landed on the shower gel, and I slid backward. I tried to grab the doorknob but missed, and I tried to brace myself against the wall but failed.

Then he sat down on his bottom and slid into the room, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud.

He struggled to his feet and saw a white towel hanging on a hook by the door.

He reached out and pulled—but his hand slipped, and Vaseline mixed with bamboo charcoal powder smeared all over his hand.

I opened my palm, and it was completely black. Luckily, I hadn't wiped my face.

"...Every hurdle is difficult to overcome."

Ye Mo sat up in bed, his hair neat and his clothes clean; he hadn't slept at all.

"Good morning, Brother Xun."

"Good morning, my foot!" Wang Xun held up his two black hands. "I walked in and someone splashed water on me, stepped in shower gel, and smeared my hands with black stuff while I was drying them—and you call that a good morning?"

"Brother Xun, I really didn't mean to mess with you."

"Who is that?"

Ye Mo turned the task card over to show him. It read: "This episode's first task—Successfully prank at least three regular guests."

Wang Xun stared at the card, remaining silent for a long time. "So I'm the first one?"

"right."

"Are there two more behind?"

"right."

Wang Xun lowered his hand, no longer caring about the darkness.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down, his hair wet, his hands black, and his expression somewhere between resignation and schadenfreude.

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to sit here and watch the next one."

5:40.

Huang Bo stood at the door.

After Wang Xun fell for the trap, he sent a message to the group: "Don't go to Ye Mo's room, it's a trap."

Huang Bo didn't look at his phone.

He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and walked to Ye Mo's door.

Seeing a puddle of water and a string of wet footprints on the ground, he stopped in his tracks.

Push open the door.

The basin of water overturned, splashing water on half of his face.

Huang Bo's reaction was completely different from Wang Xun's.

He didn't hesitate; he looked up at the top of the door frame, closed his eyes briefly, and wiped the water from his face.

"...I knew it."

I looked down at the floor tiles under my feet—they were reflective.

He glanced again at Wang Xun, who was peeking out from the crack in the door, and then at his own soaked collar.

"What's going on here?" He turned to the cameraman at the end of the corridor. "Is this what you guys set up for me? Nobody before me got this treatment! Is this even allowed? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

The cameraman shook his head, and the lens was as steady as a tripod.

Huang Bo took a deep breath and stepped inside.

He slipped the moment he stepped on it, but he was prepared. He gripped the doorknob tightly with one hand, swayed a couple of times, but didn't fall.

He stood up straight, looked at the empty basin above the door frame, and then at the reflective shower gel on the floor.

"Okay, I've passed the bucket and slippery floor tests—the third one is the towel, right?"

He glanced at the white towel by the door, walked around it, and didn't touch it.

It must be said that Huang Bo's intelligence is quite impressive.

He walked into the room, looked at Ye Mo, and then at Wang Xun sitting on the sofa with his two black hands raised. His lips twitched.

"Hey kid, how many dishes did you prepare?"

Ye Mo handed him the task card to look at.

He instinctively grabbed a towel from the side and wiped his hands.

I was already thinking I was doomed as soon as I started, and then I got caught in the trap.

Sure enough, Ye Mo and Wang Xun both laughed the next second.

This is hopeless.

Then.

After reading it, Huang Bo remained silent for a moment: "I also want to ask on behalf of those who come after me, who else hasn't been infected yet?"

"There's one more."

"Okay, I'll wait."

soon.

Luo Zhixiang hummed a song as he walked into the corridor.

She was dressed more stylishly than the previous two, wearing a limited-edition collaboration top and white shoes.

Huang Bo saw him through the crack in the door, turned to Wang Xun and said, "This kid's screwed."

Luo Zhixiang pushed open the door, and water splashed all over his face.

Then, stepping on the shower gel, her white shoes slid in an arc on the floor tiles, propelling her forward several steps and almost causing her to do a split.

He leaned against the wall, barely managing to stay upright. He looked down at the soles of his shoes and let out a scream: "My shoes! Limited edition! They cost over three thousand!"

Huang Bo leaned out from the sofa: "Come in, and don't touch the towel."

Luo Zhixiang looked at the white towel on the ground, then at Wang Xun's black hand, and silently walked around it.

He walked into the room, his hair wet, his white shoes stained with shower gel, and his expression was one of utter dismay: "Ye Mo, did you do this?"

Ye Mo handed him the task card: "It's a requirement from the production team. You have to prank more than three people. I have no choice."

Luo Zhixiang's eyes widened: "So you're picking on us pushovers? Why don't you go after Teacher Huang?"

"Teacher Huang hasn't arrived yet."

"You're really good at this, kid!" Huang Bo said with a grin, showing his large gums.

The next sentence was left unsaid: "Don't fall into my hands."

After the previous few people fell for it, Teacher Huang, known as the old fox, did not fall for it.

Sun Honglei, needless to say, is incredibly shrewd.

Only the little sheep was unlucky, stepping into all three traps.

.......