Chapter 15
The equipment team leader swallowed and carefully asked Sun Xinping, “Director, are we still making it rain tonight?”
Sun Xinping looked at the bullet comments laughing and joking, all guessing whether he would really make it rain for the sake of the show’s effect.
He looked at Qi Xiu’s face on the screen, which did not seem like he was joking at all, and felt a chill in his heart.
This kid—why was he so uncanny?
“Rain. Why wouldn’t it rain? If we make it rain tonight, won’t that kill two birds with one stone?”
Raising the difficulty on the second day might originally have gotten them scolded by netizens as hurriedly patching things up and being scared.
Now, he was cooperating with the guest’s wishes for the performance!
Clearly, the audience did not take Qi Xiu’s words seriously.
The others in the team also expressed doubt.
He Erwang narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. “You’re telling me it’s going to rain with this weather?”
Gu Shengsheng hesitated, then reminded him quietly, “Qi Xiu, divination is, uh, not very accurate.”
Mo Fan also nodded in agreement. “There’s absolutely no sign that it’s going to rain right now.”
Qi Xiu ignored them and directly turned his gaze toward Shen Jinfeng.
Shen Jinfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and saw golden sunlight piercing through the gaps between the leaves. A light breeze brushed past, making the leaves rustle softly.
He stopped walking and paused for two seconds.
Then he answered, “It is indeed going to rain.”
Moreover, judging from the signs, the rain would not be light.
“Ah? Then what do we do?” Miraculously, when Qi Xiu had divined that it would rain, not a single person believed him.
But now, after Shen Jinfeng spoke, the trust level of the other members of the team, which had originally been completely zero, instantly rose to seventy percent.
Even the bullet comments in the livestream were the same.
[How scary. I only just realized that when Shen Jinfeng comes to a conclusion, I subconsciously want to believe it. What do I do?]
[Could it really be about to rain?]
[No, how can he tell? Dragonflies flying low, frogs croaking, ants moving house, earthworms on the road—not a single sign is here!]
[That’s why he’s the big shot and you’re the audience.]
[I’m actually a little excited now to see how much of the big-shot persona Shen Jinfeng can grasp. I can’t wait to know his upper limit. Judging from the current situation, he’s more than capable.]
[Don’t be impatient. If there really is heavy rain tonight, you’ll know just how capable Shen Jinfeng is.]
[Report! Suspecting upstairs is Old Dog Sun wearing a fake account to comment!]
Sun Xinping’s fingertips trembled on the keyboard.
No way. How did they see through that?
Could this batch of netizens also know divination?
[If there’s going to be heavy rain, doesn’t that mean the first thing to solve is housing? Shen Jinfeng definitely can’t sleep out in the open like last night! Holy crap, Qin Ye wins by doing nothing! He’s the only one with an empty bed in his hut!]
[Shocking! Yesterday’s dispute has actually reached such an unambiguous conclusion today.]
Sure enough, on the screen, the cold-looking young man still spoke calmly.
Just as Old Dog Sun wished.
“Put the material collection aside for now. Our main task today is to build a house that can stand firm through a storm, then store enough food.”
After all, a rainstorm on a deserted island might only last for a short while, or it might continue for several days.
Even if they were planning how to leave, this group of people first needed to survive properly on this deserted island and not be defeated by external factors.
For example, storms. Or, after experiencing a storm, colds and fevers that might follow because the human body could not withstand it.
The others listened and nodded without objection.
After all, even if there was no heavy rain, there was no harm in preparing the necessities of shelter and food first.
Only, Gu Shengsheng spoke somewhat hesitantly. “What can I do? Do you need me to filter fresh water?”
He asked without confidence, obviously aware that filtering fresh water at low efficiency was not as useful as Shen Jinfeng bringing back two coconuts.
He Erwang also stopped making a fuss about wanting to go knock down coconuts together, afraid of delaying Shen Jinfeng’s time. “Boss, do you need me to go chop wood to prepare for building the house?”
For a moment, Shen Jinfeng actually found himself in a difficult position.
What tasks could he assign to these teammates and make them feel that they had a place to be useful?
“The wood and bamboo Qin Ye used yesterday—go collect more of those. About five times the amount used for yesterday’s huts should be enough.”
That should be about enough to build a thirty-square-meter wooden house, which would be sufficient for temporary emergency use.
The others let out a breath of relief and all patted their chests as they agreed.
Yesterday, Qin Ye had managed to make simple little beds after tinkering alone for a few hours. There was no reason so many of them could not do it.
Only, once they actually started operating, He Erwang and the others, who had been full of confidence, suddenly went dumbfounded.
Eh? This bamboo was so thin, so why would it not wear through?
This tree was so slender, so why was it this hard to chop?
How had Qin Ye done it by himself yesterday?
At this moment, Qi Xiu and He Erwang, who had not been present yesterday, and even Mo Fan and Gu Shengsheng, who had been present, finally realized how much Qin Ye had contributed for everyone yesterday.
Mo Fan considered himself to have formed a revolutionary friendship with Qin Ye yesterday and was the first to move to Qin Ye’s side, wanting to secretly learn.
“Brother, how are you chopping this? It’s so smooth!”
[Pfft, without comparison, there’s no harm. Once compared, it’s shocking.]
[Yesterday, when I saw Qin Ye hit accurately with every chop, and the bamboo fell with a second strike, I was wondering whether the production team had released an entire Pacific Ocean’s worth of water. Or maybe their knives were especially useful? In the end, who would have thought that the only amazing one was Qin Ye.]
[Sorry, Mo Fan is obviously older than Qin Ye, but hearing him call him Brother like this is really funny hahaha.]
[What’s wrong with that? As the saying goes, people learn the Dao earlier or later, and the accomplished one is the teacher. Calling someone capable Brother isn’t embarrassing.]
[Qin Ye really didn’t film that kung fu movie for nothing, huh? I heard Heavenly King Li praised Qin Ye and said he could become a new-generation kung fu superstar. I originally thought it was exaggeration, but now why does it actually seem possible?]
Compared to Gu Shengsheng and the others nearby, who were already panting after chopping for only a few minutes, a tall pile of bamboo and trees had already fallen beside Qin Ye, and yet his face was not red and his heart was not pounding.
He did indeed stand out somewhat.
Hearing Mo Fan’s question, Qin Ye only focused on chopping the tree and casually answered, “My parents signed me up for all kinds of martial arts classes since I was little. I got used to it and developed some arm strength.”
He Erwang silently reached out and squeezed the well-shaped muscles on his own arm, a little confused. “I also work out and train my arm strength every day.”
Then he suddenly reached out and lifted the sleeve over Qin Ye’s arm.
“Holy crap, your muscles are this big?” He turned pale with shock.
[Holy crap! Qin Ye’s muscles are this big!]
[Could this be the legendary type that looks slim in clothes but has flesh when undressed? Qin Ye usually looks so refined and proper in clothes that you can’t tell at all!]
[Slurp slurp, whose saliva is all over the floor? I won’t say.]
[He Erwang, you really are a good person. Listen to me say thank you, because of you, I got to feast my eyes~]
Qin Ye looked at him unhappily and put his sleeve back down.
He Erwang shrank his neck and suddenly had a wild idea. “Boss is also very strong. Could his muscles be even bigger than yours?”
Shen Jinfeng’s fishing skills were almost supernatural. He could knock down coconuts with just pebbles, throwing them that high, and he had lifted He Erwang with one hand without any effort at all.
Could it be that if Boss lifted his sleeve, his muscles would also be bigger than He Erwang’s?
He thought to himself, spacing out for a while, then suddenly felt a chill crawl over him.
All of a sudden, He Erwang felt his arms sink. Something cold and cool pressed down on him, almost making him sit on the ground.
Qin Ye glanced at him indifferently. “You can’t chop the trees, but surely you have the strength to carry them back?”
He Erwang felt that he had been insulted. But when he looked up and saw Qin Ye raising and lowering the knife, cutting down a tree in a few strikes with seemingly even greater force than before, his whole body trembled involuntarily.
Thus, when Shen Jinfeng returned from the forest with a full load of coconuts, as well as mushrooms and wild vegetables he had picked along the way, he saw Qin Ye almost single-handedly chopping down trees, while the other four teammates cooperated in pairs to carry the wood to the open space where he had designated the building site. Only then could they barely keep up with Qin Ye’s chopping speed.
Seeing him return, everyone’s eyes lit up.
Qi Xiu excitedly put down the wood in his hands and shouted, “Boss, more than half the wood has been collected!”
Gu Shengsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and also looked over with sparkling eyes.
He Erwang’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward Shen Jinfeng’s arm, as if he wanted to see through the fabric and check whether the muscles there were as he imagined.
Mo Fan smiled cheerfully. “Boss, why don’t you rest first?”
Shen Jinfeng nodded.
But his gaze turned toward Qin Ye, the only one who had not reacted.
Qin Ye shook out his arm, which had been exerting force for a long time, but he showed no intention of stopping.
For some reason, perhaps because he wanted to prove that he, too, had a place to be useful.
Therefore, he only took a moment to glance at Shen Jinfeng before waving his arm even more vigorously.
Shen Jinfeng took one look and roughly understood who the main force here had been.
He walked forward and reached out to poke Qin Ye’s biceps, which had bulged from exertion.
Qin Ye was startled, and his whole body almost bounced away.
He narrowly changed the direction of the military knife in his hand, reacting much more strongly than when He Erwang had pulled his sleeve earlier.
“What are you doing?”
Shen Jinfeng pointed at his muscle. “The direction of your force is a little wrong.”
This point of exertion would easily make the arm sore and tired. If Qin Ye continued chopping like this, his arm probably would not be able to lift tomorrow.
But a person’s exertion posture could not be changed all at once.
“Put your arm flat.”
Qin Ye froze for a moment. But when he lowered his eyes slightly, he saw the young man in front of him, his cool and distant brows and eyes incomparably serious, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.
As if possessed, Qin Ye obediently flattened his arm.
Shen Jinfeng stretched out his hand and lightly tapped several acupuncture points on Qin Ye’s arm, then kneaded it for one minute.
“How is it? Does it feel better?”
Qin Ye only felt the arm being kneaded grow sore and numb. It felt very good.
That sore, tingling sensation seemed to spread into his chest.
Strange. Shen Jinfeng seemed to pay special attention to him.
He thought this to himself.
So many people had greeted Shen Jinfeng, yet Shen Jinfeng had only noticed him, the one who had not made a sound.
He had even thoughtfully massaged his sore muscles. Qin Ye had not seen Shen Jinfeng treat anyone else like this.
This kind of single-minded attention in a crowd, this unique portion of gentleness and consideration—what was it because of?
Even if he had not eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
Qin Ye suddenly did not dare look at Shen Jinfeng’s focused gaze.
He turned his head away in irritation, his voice somewhat muffled. “Much better.”
“I’ll continue.”
Damn it, this charm of his that had nowhere to go.
Could Shen Jinfeng have fallen for him?
