The four of them remained in a stalemate, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.
Finally, after a while, the photographer won the final victory.
If the show crew doesn't bring out the food, they can't grab it, right?
I can only think of a solution myself.
Sang Mizhou silently withdrew his gaze and looked into the distance, thinking about what he should eat for lunch today.
"Baby, today you are going to grandma's house for a meal. After a meal, can the program team kick you out of the show?" The grandma said in a very overbearing tone, "My two grandsons and a granddaughter just came back. You four
I just happen to meet a kid and take him as a companion. You won’t feel bored if you have peers of the same age in Wangu Village for the past few days."
[That’s right! What grandma said makes so much sense! Little baby, go to grandma’s house to eat! Don’t be afraid, we will help you vote! The program team doesn’t dare to drive you away! If the director dares to drive you away, then I will do it every day
Send him the blade!]
[That’s right! They were the ones who made such inhumane rules in the first place, and they don’t allow us to resist? Let’s not obey them so obediently. I just visited other places, and they were all worried about lunch today!
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[That’s right, the program team is too deceptive. On the first day, everyone needs to be familiar with the area. At least they are given food for one morning and one lunch. Otherwise, who can finish the job? Who can work on an empty stomach?
Are you motivated? Why not let him try it himself?】
The director who just picked up his lunch box and planned to eat while watching the live broadcast: "..." I think so too, but I am a director, so what?
Little Fubao tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he rejected the old grandma's kindness: "Grandma, no need! Fubao already has a good idea!"
"Huh?" Sang Mizhou raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to look at her.
Little Fu Bao pulled Sang Mizhou's sleeve, winked slyly and waved his little hand towards Sang Mizhou.
Sang Mizhou glanced at the photography brother, took Little Fu Bao further away, leaned down, lowered his head and came closer, and the two whispered a few words.
This time, even the audience in the live broadcast room did not hear what they were secretly planning. Sang Mizhou cunningly held the microphones of both of them and did not receive any sound from them at all.
The director was completely bewildered by this saucy operation.
Director: "..." What's going on? What's going on? Who allowed you to cover the microphone!
The audience in the live broadcast room was also curious about what they were talking about.
[Sang Mizhou is too cunning, he actually covered the microphone to prevent us from listening! Is there anything else that I, a distinguished member, cannot listen to? Isn’t this exciting! 】
[I think he is not afraid that we will hear it, but that the director will hear it. The director doesn’t know what they are going to do, so he can’t temporarily issue rules and can only let them take advantage of loopholes.]
【Why do I always feel like I really want to know what they are going to do.】
After Xiao Fubao had a secret discussion with Sang Mizhou, he secretly conspired with the old lady. The three of them whispered, all behind the camera brother's back.
Neither he nor the director who was watching the live broadcast was allowed to hear it.
This made both of them scratch their heads and want to know what they said.
Waited for a few minutes.
I saw little Fubao and the old lady walking back talking and laughing.
"Let's go, don't waste time here, grandma will take you back."