I was criticized on a dating reality show, but I retaliated and became an internet sensation.

Gu Yan raised an eyebrow, his gaze slowly sweeping across her face, his voice lowered slightly: "How about another way?"

……

More than ten minutes later, Shu Zi, her face flushed, fled from the living room back to the master bedroom, and the door slammed shut.

Gu Yan leaned back on the sofa, watching her fleeing figure, and smiled to himself.

He turned and went back to the second bedroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he tilted his head slightly and saw the faint red mark on his neck. The corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

On the other side, Fang Yutong and Yu Shize got into the car, which drove out of the villa gate and headed towards the city.

Fang Yutong sat in the back row by the window, turned her head to look out the window, and did not say anything.

Yu Shize sat next to her without saying a word.

The atmosphere inside the car was subtly quiet.

The photographer sat in the passenger seat, his lens pointed at the back, silently capturing this silence.

He subtly adjusted the focus, thinking to himself:

If the director sees this, or if the footage is edited out and the director asks, "Why aren't they talking?", he will answer, "They are communicating with their souls; ordinary people can't understand it."

He thought about it again and felt that this argument might not be convincing enough, so he changed his approach.

Why not just set this scene to "Erquan Yingyue" as background music? The atmosphere would match well anyway, and viewers might even think it's a trailer for an art film after it airs.

Just then, their phones vibrated, and Director Liu sent them the first checkpoint information.

After they finished watching, they tapped their fingers on the screen a few times, then put them down one after the other.

[Is anyone there? 111?]

[222 Yes, yes, bro, yes.]

Why aren't these two saying anything? The atmosphere is so awkward.

[...Maybe we're not familiar with each other (smiles)]

Is this correct?

The car arrived at the first task checkpoint, a cultural square in an old town.

Fang Yutong and Yu Shize got out of the car, and the photographer followed behind with his equipment to film them as they completed their mission.

Following the instructions on the mission card, the two found the first clue point in the square, took a group photo, and then headed to the next location.

When she reached the entrance of an alley, Fang Yutong suddenly quickened her pace and turned into the alley.

Yu Shize followed closely behind, quickening his pace as well.

The photographer carried his equipment inside, turned a corner, and the alley split into two paths, both with similar gray walls and old wooden doors.

He stood at the crossroads, looked left and right, but there was no one on either road.

He took a few steps forward and raised his voice, calling out, "Teacher Yu? Teacher Fang?"

No one responded.

He took out his phone and dialed Yu Shize's number, but the call didn't go through.

When I called Fang Yutong again, the call didn't go through.

Photographer: "..."

He stood in the empty alley, holding his phone in one hand and carrying the equipment in the other, looking completely bewildered.

Where is everyone?

[Photographer: Can you believe it? I just turned the corner, and he was gone.]

These two definitely did it on purpose; they slipped away while turning the corner, and their coordination was quite good.

[Neither of them answered the phone; this was a planned and premeditated escape! I knew the production team was mistreating the guests!]

[The photographer's thoughts at this moment: Who am I? Where am I? What about the program I filmed? How am I going to explain this to Director Liu?!]

On the other side, Jiang Yunyou and Su Yanhuan's group.

The car drove into town and stopped in front of a handmade pottery workshop.

The shop is small, with a wooden sign hanging at the entrance and various ceramic products displayed in the window, ranging from cups to vases, which look quite authentic.

Jiang Yunyou pushed Su Yanhuan into the shop. The shop owner, a middle-aged woman with a ponytail, greeted them with a smile as they entered.

"You're from the production team, right? Your seats have been prepared."

Two pottery turntables, two lumps of clay, and a bucket of water were placed on the long table by the window.

Jiang Yunyou glanced at the turntable, then at the height of Su Yanhuan's wheelchair, and frowned.

"Can you operate it at this height?"

Su Yanhuan tried it and found that the height of the wheelchair was lower than the turntable, making it a bit difficult to reach.

Before she could speak, Jiang Yunyou had already walked behind her, grabbed the wheelchair handle without a word, and pulled her forward a bit.

Then he squatted down, placed a folded cushion under her feet, and adjusted the height of the wheelchair.

Su Yanhuan looked down at him busily working, and was taken aback: "...You can do this too?"

"No, I learned it on the spot." Jiang Yunyou dusted off his hands, stood up, and said, "I'll give it a try."

Su Yanhuan reached out and tried it; the height was just right.

She looked up at him, and unusually didn't argue with him. She just said "Oh" and then put her hand into the water to wet it.

She grabbed the lump of clay, slapped it onto the turntable, and said with a hint of eagerness in her voice:

"Alright, let's get started. Today I'll show you what a truly talented player looks like."

Five minutes later.

Su Yanhuan stared at the crooked object in her hand, which didn't look like a cup at all, and fell into deep thought.

Jiang Yunyou had already pulled out a small bowl with a neat shape, and his technique was surprisingly steady.

He glanced at the lump in Su Yanhuan's hand, then laughed without any restraint:

"Hahahaha, this is what you call talent?"

Su Yanhuan: "..."

She remained unfazed: "This is called a first draft; you wouldn't understand."

"Your first draft looks a bit like my dog's food bowl."

"Is your dog's food bowl this artistic?"

"My dog's bowl is rounder than yours."

Su Yanhuan grabbed a clump of mud and threw it at him.

Jiang Yunyou skillfully dodged to the side, the mud grazing his shoulder before landing on the ground.

The shop owner watched from the side, smiling without saying a word.

[Hahahaha, a talented player's mishap!]

[Su Yanhuan: I have a swear word I don't know if I should say (gritting my teeth)]

[Jiang Yunyou: You'd better stop talking. (Raises hands in surrender)]

[Jiang Yunyou's bowl-pulling technique was quite beautiful; did he secretly practice?]

Wow~ Huanhuan's mud-throwing move is so skillful (doge)

[Hehe~ Youbao's hiding skills are pretty good too (doge) (evil laugh)]

Wow~ You two upstairs, you're getting a little flirtatious too~

Meanwhile, on the old street in the town.

Shen Yihuai and Han Jingxue parked their car at the entrance of the old street. On both sides of the old street were all kinds of snack stalls and shops, and the lively atmosphere was overwhelming.

Shen Yihuai and Han Jingxue walked side by side in the crowd, with the photographer following a few steps behind, the camera steadily tracking their backs.