Entertainment: Desert Island Survival with Celebrities

Chapter 185 Whose Underwear?

"Let's have dinner!"

Even if everyone was around, Song Tie still shouted habitually, which was more atmospheric.

Although the fish is a little less, the fragrance is not lacking at all.

"Tie Tie, it's all soup!" Reba took the bowl and looked at it, but there was nothing in it except some oily spots.

Song Tie blushed. What she thought was that she must be full of soup tonight, and she accidentally filled the pot with more than half of it.

It is estimated that there are more than three bowls for one person.

"Drink first, and eat fish later."

Two 10 minutes later.

"Hic!" Xiao Ailing hiccupped.

"It's the first time I drink soup and I'm full." Wang Meng rubbed his stomach.

"There is only one bad thing. It smells good, but it doesn't smell like fish."

They are all familiar, and they are all joking.

Song Tie didn't care either: "Why don't you eat the plantain flowers?"

"Okay, okay!" Reba was the first to agree.

"What's the matter, take it easy." Wang Meng gave her a brain-boom.

After dinner, I packed everything up, and it was past nine o'clock at night.

The rain has no intention of stopping at all.

Everyone who was tired all day went to bed early.

Without Jiang Donghao, Ning Fang's sleeping position is much more spacious.

The girls next to him finally found a chance to ask him about his experience in Group B this week.

Idle is idle.

"It's quite popular there, everyone seems to know me, and the most chatty person is Su Shen"

"Huh? Why did it stop?"

Everyone was listening with great interest, but suddenly there was no sound from the side.

"Oh, there are also a lot of pheasants over there. My previous judgment was correct. It must be a decomposed chicken. After the owner left"

As Ning Fang talked, he quietly moved a piece of girls' underwear to the side.

After Jiang Donghao left, this cubicle became a dressing room for young ladies to change their clothes.

Turning over, he accidentally bumped into it and scratched it, feeling that the shape was wrong, so it got stuck.

"Sister Nini, what are you doing up?"

"It's okay, drink some water."

After a few seconds, Nini came to Ning Fang, quickly swept the underwear next to her, and stuffed it directly into the clothes.

The two met their eyes.

Nini made a warning expression and returned immediately, leaving Ning Fang alone in embarrassment.

then,

In his story, the night gradually deepened, and the members fell asleep one after another.

The players are resting, and there are many fewer people in the live broadcast room.

However, there are still many night owls chatting in it. Only now can I clearly see other people's speeches. Usually, they are just brushed past.

Ning Fang woke up several times during the night.

The wind was so loud that it gave him the illusion that the roof was about to be lifted.

He was not the only one who woke up, but also Wang Meng and Song Tie. The others were surrounded in the middle, wrapped in blankets, sleeping in the dark, without knowing anything.

In this way, the restless night passed.

When the genius was bright, Ning Fang got up, went to the bathroom in the rain and came back, only to find that Song Tie was already lighting a fire, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Didn't sleep well?" He walked over and set firewood into the stove.

"Ok!"

Seeing her shrunk, Ning Fang handed over his coat.

Song Tie didn't refuse either, it's really cold now.

Several people in the shelter hugged each other, and they couldn't grab it by themselves, so they simply got up.

"It's okay, when they wake up, go and squat for a while." Ning Fang also yawned.

The flowers on the fence outside have long been blown away by the wind, only the fence inserted in the ground is still strong.

Looking around, the ground is full of broken branches and fallen leaves, which shows how heavy the wind and rain last night.

"Eat the banana flowers in the morning."

"You can figure it out, but make more." Ning Fang looked at the corner where the food was stored: "Last night I heard my stomach growling."

"Wild vegetables."

All day yesterday, everyone ate about two plantains and three bowls of fish soup.

The so-called fish soup is basically water.

At that time, I felt full when I drank it, but it didn't take long for it to be digested.

It's just that they didn't dare to say anything.

Everyone knows what's going on in the camp, it's not that they don't give food, it's true that there's nothing to eat.

Just those things, open the belly, six people can finish it in one meal.

Not only Group A, but also the other two groups.

It's okay to eat a meal or two, but you must tighten your belt to get by.

When everyone else woke up, breakfast was already ready.

A large bowl of wild vegetable soup for one person, as well as a side dish of banana flowers.

Wild vegetables are also plentiful.

It looks like there are a lot of things inside, but it is also easy to digest.

To put it bluntly, it is a clear soup with little water and no oil.

Only temporary effect.

But yes, it's better than nothing.

"Friendly reminder, wild vegetable soup is not good, I tried it last night."

"Why doesn't it taste good? Add some oil, MSG, salt, a Bolong, half a catty of beef, and see how it tastes."

"It's pitiful to see the players, you must persevere and don't give up."

"When will it rain?"

The audience is also very anxious.

But for now, the attitude of most of the audience is quite stable, and they don't find it particularly boring. After all, watching players and stars suffer is also one of the fun.

The lights in the conference room on the director’s boat were kept on all night, and more than a dozen people discussed and perfected the variables of “Avatar”.

The originally tidy table became extremely messy, cigarette ashes, beverage cans, and papers were thrown everywhere, and the three small blackboards brought were full of writing.

Everyone's face is exhausted, but they are persisting.

The chief director also woke up early, and entered the meeting room with a bag of coffee.

He didn't care about the messy environment inside.

"Thank you, Chen Mu, how is the progress?"

An assistant director next to him spoke first: "Director, Xiao Chen is really good, after we studied it carefully, we found it really interesting.

look"

As he spoke, he brought the chief director to the blackboard and spent 10 minutes introducing the overall idea and plan.

"Well, yes, I think it's feasible according to this idea. How long will it take to complete it?"

"A few more hours."

"You stick to it and get all the plans done, is there any problem?"

"No problem," Chen Mu nodded: "However, the alternative island."

"You don't need to worry about this, just leave it to me."

The director is not worried at all about the influence of the program nowadays. After going out, he made a phone call and told him his thoughts.

The other side said directly: "One hour, I will give you a list of candidates. It will be decided by the afternoon. Tomorrow, the new broadcasting equipment and camera equipment will all be in place."

The show is popular, as long as money can solve it, it's not a problem.

Back in the director's room, after thinking about it, I decided not to make a preview for the time being. After Chen Muna finished everything, there was still time.

Moreover, the weather information received recently shows that although the typhoon is far away, the wind is still strengthening.

The one-week rainy day is already quite conservative, and it may even be extended, which makes him more sure that "Avatar" must be a variable.

In this way, the day passed.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when there were the most people in the live broadcast room, the familiar sizzling sound rang out in the three camps at the same time.

(End of this chapter)