Chapter Twelve

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Qin Ye frowned in confusion at the sudden appearance of two new contenders. Gu Shengsheng and Mo Fan were equally baffled but instinctively defended the "big brother" they had just acknowledged.

Gu Shengsheng said, “Brother Ye made the bed. Doesn’t he have the right to choose his bedmate?”

Mo Fan added, “Exactly! Wait... did you say bedmate?”

[What? Bedmate?]

[Haha, what dangerous words is Gu Shengsheng saying?]

[Did I miss something? How did this jump to bedmates so quickly?]

[Choosing a bedmate? Qin Ye’s face just turned green, haha!]

[Hilarious! Are such “miracle” teammates really real?]

[LOL, watching both streams, I thought Gu Shengsheng and Mo Fan were at least more reliable than He Erwang and Qi Xiu, but it turns out “miracle” teammates may arrive late but never miss a show.]

Gu Shengsheng looked puzzled at Mo Fan. “One small room, one bed. If we’re not bedmates, then what are we?”

“Mo Fan, I don’t want you as my bedmate,” Qin Ye finally cleared his throat twice, turning his face away, feeling a dryness in his throat. He spoke to clarify, “Just roommates.”

Gu Shengsheng blinked, sensing that this term suited better. “Alright then.”

He thought for a moment and decided to help Qin Ye out.

“Qi Xiu, you share a room with me,” he beckoned Qi Xiu over.

Qi Xiu looked confused, about to ask why he had to share a room with him, when Gu Shengsheng smiled charmingly, his delicate, handsome face blooming like spring flowers, but his tone was arrogantly firm: “Otherwise, I’ll dock your pay.”

Qi Xiu was puzzled.

He suddenly remembered that his being stranded on this deserted island was precisely to join this young master for the adventure; otherwise, his tuition fees would be unsettled.

He looked towards Shen Jinfeng with a wronged expression.

“Boss, should I share a room with Gu Shengsheng?”

Shen Jinfeng said, “...Go ahead.”

As one teammate, also a rival, vanished, He Erwang straightened his back.

“I have a reason why I must share a room with the boss!”

?

Shen Jinfeng looked at him curiously. What reason?

Others also looked on with interest.

Even the chat was filled with question marks.

[Do He Erwang and Shen Jinfeng have some hidden connection?]

[Uh-oh, as a fan, I have a bad feeling. This guy’s thought process is sometimes quite unusual.]

He Erwang weighed a coconut in his hand, his wild purple hair fluttering in the breeze.

He said proudly, “The boss saved my life. I want to repay him, protect him.”

[???]

Qin Ye looked directly at Shen Jinfeng. “Did you just face danger?”

Qi Xiu suddenly burst out laughing, covering his mouth, shoulders shaking silently.

He Erwang felt no embarrassment at all. “We found a coconut grove, and I climbed the tree to pick coconuts for everyone.”

Mo Fan asked curiously, “Climbed the tree to pick coconuts? Barehanded? That’s impressive. Why not just find a longer branch to knock the coconuts down?”

He Erwang paused, then replied, “Where would I find such a long branch? Using a branch to throw is too much trouble.”

“Hey, my boss just threw stones a few times, and all the coconuts fell down.”

“You don’t know how cool that is! The boss promised to teach me how to use stones to knock coconuts!”

He tended to exaggerate a bit.

The three who stayed behind didn’t take it seriously.

Gu Shengsheng suddenly understood. “So the boss was the one who actually knocked down the coconuts?”

“No, if picking up branches is a hassle, then climbing the tree would be even harder. Did you manage to climb up?”

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He Erwang shook his head honestly, “I climbed up, but I couldn’t get down…”

He recalled with emotion, “When I was hopeless and stranded at the treetop, suddenly the boss descended from the sky and reached my side.”

“If not for the boss, you wouldn’t have seen me again!”

Because he was afraid of heights, he never dared to look down to see how Shen Jinfeng climbed up.

“That coconut tree was over ten meters, almost twenty. I climbed for more than ten minutes, but the boss did it in seconds!”

Qin Ye looked at Shen Jinfeng with some surprise.

To his knowledge, even the best veterans in special forces wouldn’t be much faster.

He Erwang continued, “Then the boss tied me with a rope and lowered me to the ground. You don’t know how awesome that was! Like sliding down a slide, more thrilling than a theme park’s free fall ride!”

Though he exaggerated, his feelings were genuine, and no one doubted the deep gratitude he felt.

“So at night, when we sleep, I have to keep an eye on the boss. When the boss blinks, I fan him; when he wakes, I give him water; when he turns over, I cover him; when he frowns, I shoo mosquitoes; when the boss gives orders, I…”

Shen Jinfeng twitched involuntarily and interrupted, “I don’t need that.”

“Sleep in your own room.”

He Erwang stopped mid-sentence reluctantly and nodded obediently.

His wild purple hair drooped.

[Why does this gratitude sound like a pervert’s obsession?]

[He Erwang, I really misjudged you! You’re such a suck-up!]

[Goodness, I call this a good guy. Sun the Old Dog’s image is strong, but He Erwang is evolving from a sharp-tongued prince to a master of flattery.]

[Why doesn’t he just say he wants to repay the life debt by pledging himself?]

[Upstairs, you dare say that? Aren’t you afraid his fan army will tear you apart?]

[Hey, as a fan, I just want to say you all overestimate him. He’s clueless about romance. If anything, he’s more likely to want to form a brotherhood like the Peach Garden Oath. I bet all he’s thinking now is, “Damn, I want to acknowledge a big brother.”]

Sure enough, He Erwang shyly lowered his head and asked Shen Jinfeng, “Will the boss still teach me to throw stones at coconuts tonight?”

[...]

[Show-off.]

[So all this roundabout story was just about throwing coconuts?]

[Kid, give it up. I can tell from your bone structure you won’t amount to much!]

Mo Fan’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, “I want to learn how to throw stones to knock down coconuts too! We can’t have the boss do it every day. We should divide the work. Later, we’ll take turns foraging in the forest.”

He Erwang angrily turned his head. Why compete for the chance to slide down the aerial slide?

Why? Just because you look like a weakling?

His words turned over in his mouth but he swallowed them back.

“This task is mine,” he reiterated.

Qin Ye glanced at both of them but didn’t join the childish quarrel. Instead, he looked at Shen Jinfeng. “Squad leader, who do you want to share a room with?”

Shen Jinfeng met three pairs of unwavering eyes.

Outside, Gu Shengsheng watched like a spectator, and Qi Xiu looked at him pleadingly.

Damn it.

He shook his head, refusing. “I’ll sleep alone.”

Shen Jinfeng opened his backpack, revealing long leafy ropes, and threw them between two trees about two meters apart.

The ropes were woven by a special technique. When he had lowered He Erwang, no leaves fell off, showing their strength.

Collecting some bed planks from the scattered pieces Qin Ye had made earlier, he picked up the leftovers.

Everyone watched as he assembled the planks without using any nails.

His military knife was wielded skillfully, dancing in the air as if alive. He carved strange notches at key points on bamboo and other wood, joining the pieces seamlessly.

Soon, a large bed measuring two by two meters was completed.

He tied it with leafy ropes to the two tree trunks, transforming it into a swing bed in the woods, as inviting and leisurely as a resort.

Shen Jinfeng gathered some tattered tent fabric and banana leaves, threading them together with leafy ropes.

Quickly, a fresh and artistic-looking bed sheet was finished.

The swing bed in the forest was green, ancient, and full of rustic charm.

[Wow!]

[That bed looks so comfortable!]

[So beautiful! My goodness! Survival World? This is Shen Jinfeng’s vacation getaway!]

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[I swear, after the show ends, can the production team link this bed for sale? I want to buy it! Or tell me where it is—I want to go!]

[You’re out of your mind. This is a virtual world bed! The bed is fake! Shen Jinfeng won’t be here once the show is over!]

[Smart merchants are already making replicas.]

On screen, Shen Jinfeng lightly jumped onto the swing bed that had captivated countless viewers.

He shifted slightly, and the bed swung gently in midair, looking extremely comfortable.

Under the stunned, envious, and dazed gazes of his teammates, Shen Jinfeng said, “I’ll sleep alone.”

“The other three rooms, you can split among yourselves.”

Qin Ye was speechless.

Compared to this masterpiece, his own roughly made small cabin suddenly felt cramped.

He Erwang was silent.

What to do? He was so tempted by that bed!

Qi Xiu was also speechless.

Wailing silently, he blamed Gu Shengsheng for ruining his chance to sleep on the same bed as the boss.

Gu Shengsheng was quiet.

If he offered Shen Jinfeng two bottles of bottled water, would he sit on it too?

Mo Fan was speechless.

He Erwang was right—there was a reason to follow the boss!

He hadn’t had one before, but now he did.

In the end, Shen Jinfeng enjoyed the swing bed alone.

Qin Ye, as the cabin builder, had his own small room.

Qi Xiu and Gu Shengsheng shared a room, while Mo Fan and He Erwang, two rivals, slept together.

As the guests drifted off to sleep, the first day’s live broadcast of "What Kind of Person Are You?" came to a close.

Sun Xinping smiled broadly as he looked at the data reported back by Xiao Li.

The average number of viewers on the first day reached seventy million, with peak viewership breaking over one hundred million.

Social media searches were nearly monopolized by the show.

This was nothing short of a miracle in variety show history.

Unexpectedly, at least half of the buzz was generated by Shen Jinfeng.

And it was positive attention.

Sun Xinping hesitated for a moment.

When Xiao Li asked, “Director, viewers are saying the first day was too easy! Should we introduce some plot twists sooner?”

He felt conflicted but finally shook his head. “It’s easy because our guests are talented.”

“Plus, the worst thing in producing a show is to listen too much to the audience. No matter how many people online offer advice, they probably don’t even know what they like themselves. Today’s live data is great, which means those viewers only complain but actually enjoy it. It’s just the first day; let the guests continue to play freely tomorrow. We’ll observe first.”

However, his order didn’t last until noon the next day.

Because the next morning, live broadcast resumed.

The guests woke up one after another.

This time, they were no longer disheveled.

They leisurely washed their faces and brushed their teeth.

They cooked coconut fish and drank fresh coconut juice.

Early in the morning, the aroma in the live stream was mouthwatering.

While eating, Mo Fan suddenly said, “Boss, if we can’t go back, living like this every day wouldn’t be bad.”

For some reason, he felt that although these days seemed hard, he found a long-lost peace within his heart.

Uh, except for those few shouts from Gu Shengsheng yesterday.

Shen Jinfeng replied, “Why wouldn’t we be able to go back?”