I Was Pretending

What did Song Qingyou want to do?

Lin Xing subconsciously clenched her fingers and gritted her teeth.

No matter what Song Qingyou did, she couldn’t open her eyes!

Just as she was thinking this, she heard Song Qingyou explaining while tucking her clothes, “At times like this, it’s necessary to remove the clothes until there is nothing left, and then pour cold water on her body, so that the body temperature will drop.”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a few seconds.

Jiang Zhihan saw the slyness in Song Qingyou’s eyes and understood. He wagged his tail and lay down on the other side.

Since Song Qingyou had a way to solve it, he didn’t have to dirty his hands.

Yu Muhuai turned around.

The two drones’ cameras turned around.

Song Qingyou’s movements didn’t stop at all.

Lin Xing, who was already awake, started to panic.

In the wilderness, Song Qingyou actually wanted to strip her clothes!

What if someone saw them?

Did she still want to live?

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Lin Xing didn’t have time to think and directly grabbed Song Qingyou’s hand.

“Song Qingyou! Don’t touch my clothes! Did you hear that? Quickly let go! Let go!”

Song Qingyou’s eyes curved, “Didn’t you get a heatstroke? I’m trying to save you!”

“You see, isn’t the effect very good now?”

Song Qingyou held Lin Xing’s hands tightly and took the two cans of cold water from Jiang Xuyan.

Jiang Xuyan also turned his back, he didn’t know what Song Qingyou was doing, but he was relieved after hearing Lin Xing’s voice. “It’s a good thing that Qingyou is here, so Lin Xing is fine.”

This kind of rejoicing tone was simply a joke to Lin Xing!

Only the heavens knew that the Song Qingyou she was facing now was clearly an out-and-out devil!

“Don’t move, your body temperature will drop soon!”

Song Qingyou smiled, raised her hand, and poured two cans of water on Lin Xing.

The water from the jungle stream was still a little cold, and Lin Xing shivered.

“You actually splashed water on me! Let me go!”

Lin Xing struggled to get up.

But how could she be Song Qingyou’s opponent?

Song Qingyou reminded her with a smile, “Miss Lin, I’m trying to save you. Please don’t misunderstand.”

“Next, we still need to scrape the sand.”

“The scraping will hurt a little. Miss Lin, you have to be mentally prepared!”

A devilish whisper sounded in Lin Xing’s ears.

The next second, Song Qingyou reached out and grabbed her neck. “A scrape usually starts from the neck.”

Speaking of this, Song Qingyou suddenly approached.

“If you want to live a life worse than death, then continue acting!”

Before Lin Xing could react, her neck was suddenly grabbed and then released.

The heart-piercing pain caused Lin Xing to scream in pain.

“Sister Yingnan, save me! Song Qingyou is deliberately torturing me! She wants me to suffer a fate worse than death!”

Unfortunately, Zhao Yingnan, who had always been soft-hearted, didn’t respond this time. She only comforted her, “It’s quite painful to scrape the sand, Lin Xing, you just have to endure it.”

Lin Xing glared at Song Qingyou. She wanted to shout that Miss Shen would not let her go, but she didn’t dare to do so.

Tears blurred her eyes and Lin Xing couldn’t hold it in any longer, “I was wrong! I didn’t get a heatstroke! I was just pretending!”

“Quickly let me go! I don’t want to get a sand scrape!”

“I won’t dare to do it again!”

Lin Xing’s voice went hoarse from all the shouting.

More importantly, her confession just now had been heard by everyone.

[ I knew she was pretending. ]

[ This internet celebrity is too much. Everyone else was worried to death just now. ]

[ This woman is really weird. ]

[ It could also be that Song Qingyou did something to make her confess under torture. ]

[ The referee forced a confession? Did she mean scraping? I’ve had a heatstroke before, and it really hurts. There’s no problem with Song Qingyou’s method.]

[ Suspecting that Song actually did it on purpose ]

…

Lin Xing belatedly realized that she had actually blurted out the truth.

She quickly put on her coat. When Jiang Xuyan and the others turned to her, she burst into tears.

“I didn’t mean to lie. I was just too tired and didn’t want to work, but Sister Yingnan has been working without stopping. If I stopped, I would definitely be scolded.”

“If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have come to participate in the program. I have to look for food before dawn and I’m still basking in the sun outside in the afternoon. I might even lose a layer of skin from the sun…”

Lin Xing was already breathless from all the crying.

Zhao Yingnan had no choice but to step forward and comfort her. “Just get through the next ten days. Don’t cry, the camera has already captured you…”

[ If it wasn’t for Song Qingyou, would Lin Xing have collapsed so quickly? ]

[ Song is tormenting people, but Song’s fans still refuse to admit it. ]

[ Hug my Sister Xing. Sister Xing and a certain someone are simply incompatible. ]

As soon as Lin Xing showed weakness, a group of people who believed in ‘I’m weak, I’m reasonable’ jumped out and madly condemned Song Qingyou.

However, there were even more people who hated Lin Xing.

[ Song Qingyou saved Lin Xing’s life before. When she asked Lin Xing to do some work, Lin Xing pretended to have a heatstroke. She clearly wants to repay kindness with ingratitude. ]

[ Yingnan is perfectly fine. Is this internet celebrity some rich girl? ]

[ Cry, cry, cry. You only know how to cry. So annoying. You’ve never done a good thing since you came to the show. ]

[ Sister Qingyou, quickly get away from this thing, she’s really unlucky!]

Zhao Yingnan comforted Lin Xing and took her away.

Under such circumstances, she, who was in the same group as Lin Xing, was really embarrassed to stay.

The atmosphere was a little tense.

Jiang Xuyan coughed and said, “Well… Qingyou, if you have any work in the future, just let me do it. It just so happens that I want to exercise.”

“Speaking of physical training-”

“I just want to remind everyone not to get tattoos for no reason.”

Everyone was speechless.

“Because someone tattooed a white rose on his body when he was bored. As a result, when he grew fat, the pattern became bigger. Someone later asked him: ‘Why did you get a Chinese cabbage tattoo on your body?'”

Song Qingyou and Yu Muhuai were expressionless.

Jiang Zhihan opened his eyes and closed them.

“This isn’t funny either?” Jiang Xuyan was disappointed.

The already stiff atmosphere is now even worse.

[ Teacher Jiang’s jokes are all so cold… ]

Yu Muhuai picked up the shovel that Lin Xing had dropped and stuffed it into Jiang Xuyan’s hand.

“Teacher Jiang, don’t talk so much. Dig more!”

“Pfft.” Song Qingyou couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not funny? I’ll try harder next time,” Jiang Xuyan said innocently.

There’s still a next time?

“Actually, you’re quite good at talking,” Song Qingyou said.

“Really?” Jiang Xuyan was surprised.

“It’s hot out here; just nice to cool down with your words.”

“…” Wasn’t this saying that his joke wasn’t funny?

Jiang Xuyan looked at Song Qingyou with condemnation, and then silently picked up the shovel and went to dig a hole.

His back view looked rather bleak.

“Pfft-”

Song Qingyou laughed again.

Jiang Zhihan raised his eyes. He was initially thinking, ‘Is it that funny?’ but when he saw her bright smile, his eyes subconsciously softened and he stared at her for a while.

Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and picked up the cat.

“Let’s go, Zhizhi. We should go prepare dinner.”

She had long been used to her cat either sticking to her or staring at her!

In other words, apart from their body size, cats were actually similar to clingy dogs, right?

From this, she could deduce that he didn’t want to be carried by her. Was it because cats were all tsunderes?

If Jiang Zhihan knew what Song Qingyou was thinking, he would definitely give her a look of disdain.

Now that he was being carried again, he could only struggle with all four limbs again.

Why did this person like to hug him so much?

Didn’t you just complain about the hot weather?