Chapter 22
The image on the livestream screen was astonishingly beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and carried the legendary aura of qinggong.
Ever since the show began, Shen Jinfeng had been surrounded by a cold, distant, big-shot aura. But because of his overly fair complexion and exquisitely stunning features, there was always a hint of obedience about him.
It made people feel that he was still young, and he did not give off too strong a sense of distance.
But at this moment… what did everyone see?
On the screen, the young man lightly tapped the tip of his foot. In a single breath, he could use that soft, fragile-looking leaf rope to swing onto a tree trunk more than twenty meters away.
Then, almost without any pause, he swung toward the next distant point.
He was not like the male and female leads in martial arts or xianxia dramas, who floated around with an immortal air, always posing with their arms while their two feet alternated between one arched stance and another, full of visual flourish.
His expression was no different from usual. Calm, casual.
Yet his figure was almost several times faster than all the wire-assisted flying of male and female leads in martial arts and xianxia dramas.
Because his speed was too fast, everyone could almost only see the afterimage left behind by Shen Jinfeng’s white T-shirt as it drifted across the screen.
The night was dark and heavy, as if it had accumulated an unprecedented rainstorm. A sudden flash of lightning lit up the forest until it looked almost transparent for an instant.
The young man’s figure seemed to glow like snow in the night.
It looked like a scene from a dream, distant beyond reach.
At that moment, the viewers watching the livestream seemed to suddenly realize that this young man on the screen was not merely wearing a big-shot persona on the surface. His actions and behavior were clearly above the persona, beyond the persona.
[Is this really not the legendary qinggong? Huh? My eyes aren’t playing tricks on me, right?]
[It’s different from the qinggong in movies and dramas. Shen Jinfeng still used the force of a rope, but it looks even faster and cooler…]
[This is truly the first time I’ve concretely understood what “as light as a swallow,” “leaving no trace on snow,” “walking over ripples,” and “chasing clouds and catching the moon” mean…]
[When he flies through the air, it looks as simple and plain as walking in the air. The great way is the simplest. He’s so handsome he’s reached the atmosphere!]
[Now who still dares say our Chinese kung fu is fake? If this video spreads overseas, foreigners are going to come to China en masse to become disciples, right?]
[Honestly, this really is something human strength can achieve… right?]
[It’s over. My son’s martial arts dream is about to reignite.]
[Can it be done or not? Isn’t Shen Jinfeng literally flying for you right now? My heavens, he really, really, really is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! Ahhhhh!]
[Husband! —emits a sharp shriek from the throat— This is my destined husband!]
[Mom asked why I was drooling.]
[Mom asked why I forgot how to blink.]
[Mom asked why I’m kneeling while watching the screen.]
[Mom asked what drama this is, and said this male actor’s qinggong has real strength.]
[Honestly, if this weren’t a virtual world set up by the production team, but a real livestream or actual variety show recording, what the hell could the cameraman even film? The camera would just turn on and, hey, the person’s shadow would already be gone.]
[My god, he actually still has the mood to casually pick so many flowers from the trees and grass along the way! So pretty! Sob sob sob, husband, did you pick them for me?]
The equipment team leader’s eyes widened so much they hurt. Only after a long while did he come back to his senses. Even his voice stuttered a little when he spoke again.
“Dir-Director, do we still need to delay the rainstorm?” Although asking now was completely unnecessary, because even if they wanted to delay it, it was already too late.
Only then did Sun Xinping snap back to himself. Looking at Shen Jinfeng, who had reached the edge of the forest in just over three minutes, he fell silent.
No wonder the sky was already covered in dark clouds and he still dared leisurely pick medicinal herbs in the forest. So it turned out he still had this move up his sleeve!
A faint panic rose in Sun Xinping’s heart. What kind of immortal guests had he invited for this season?
As for Shen Jinfeng, who had no idea that every movement he made was being recorded by the virtual world, he floated down from the tree before leaving the dense forest.
After all, this was an ordinary modern world. Although the original owner of this body was a rare genius and could be called a big shot,
Shen Jinfeng still felt he should keep a low profile.
Otherwise, if He Erwang saw it, what if he pestered him to learn, or even wanted to imitate it?
This was not like smashing coconuts. With a few days of strength training, one might still quickly achieve fifty or sixty percent of the effect.
Floating around in the air—if one was careless, people really could die.
If the netizens knew the inner concern that made him stop, they would definitely stare blankly at the already extremely familiar warning on the bullet screen:
[Professional movement. Do not imitate.]
Then they would thank him: Hehe, you’re actually pretty considerate.
After Shen Jinfeng left the woods, he walked quickly toward the wooden hut.
Actually, he had originally wanted to fly back directly using qinggong.
But because he had delayed a little too long in the woods, and qinggong required borrowed force,
this body had no inner strength and could not support long-distance qinggong for an extended period. Relying on his own movement technique, he could at most fly across two or three trees.
It was tiring.
Inefficient.
It was not as fast as using the leaf rope to leap more than twenty meters at once.
Thanks to this inspired stroke of his,
it later triggered an endless online debate over whether qinggong truly existed in modern times.
Because flying entirely by oneself and using a rope to borrow force were two different things.
This also left him a little room to maneuver after leaving the show, when he directly denied it and said he did not know qinggong.
Although at that time, no matter what he denied, none of the netizens would believe him anymore!
However, this trend of “over-interpretation” was already slowly forming from this moment onward.
There was still a little over a minute before the production team’s set time of seven-thirty.
The sky now looked as if a hundred immortals were undergoing tribulation at the same time, visibly brewing a catastrophic storm.
Shen Jinfeng lifted his head and glanced at the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The viewers watching the livestream now felt that every single movement he made carried some deeper meaning.
[Big Shot, may I ask if you know that immortal undergoing tribulation in the sky? Could you perhaps have a friendly exchange and ask him to hurry up with the tribulation and not rain?]
[Pfft, the netizen in front, your imagination hahahahaha!]
[Why do I feel like Big Shot Shen doesn’t look panicked at all?]
[Exactly. He even looks a little expectant.]
[Huh? That can’t be. What’s there to look forward to about a storm? Whether that wooden hut can withstand it is one thing, and even if it does, there’s nothing to be happy about.]
[Dunno. Maybe big shots like rain. A big shot in the rain has style.]
Pfft.
Xiao Li looked at the screen and swallowed.
His intuition had always been very sharp.
Right now, his intuition told him that this rain might not be a disaster rain for Big Shot Shen, but a timely rain.
Not only would it have no bad effect, it might even be extremely useful.
The director’s move this time might actually be helping the big shot “add wings to a tiger.”
But it was too absurd. Even if he said it, the director would not believe him.
At this moment, the livestream angle followed Shen Jinfeng’s figure and passed by the swing bed where he had slept last night.
The bullet comments suddenly erupted into a heaven-shaking uproar.
[Stupid production team, if the storm destroys my dream bed, are you going to compensate me with one?]
[I order the rain to avoid my swing bed!]
[Ahhhh! I’m a Taobao manufacturer. Production team, can you take some detail shots of that swing bed before it gets damaged by the rain? The masters in our factory said they can’t see it clearly enough and haven’t made a replica yet!]
Xiao Li swallowed and glanced at Sun Xinping, whose work was being “guided” by a screen full of scolding bullet comments. His face was dark.
Forget it. He completely decided not to say anything.
What surprised everyone even more was that those immortals undergoing tribulation seemed to really be cooperating with Shen Jinfeng.
The moment Shen Jinfeng stepped into the wooden hut, the heavy rain poured down.
[The production team finally acted human for once.]
[Exactly. This timing is pretty accurate.]
All the production staff, who clearly knew this was not deliberately coordinated by the production team: “!!!”
A muffled voice came from the corner. “A co-coincidence, right?”
Sun Xinping comforted himself: This was just a coincidence. If it were not coincidental enough, how could it be called a coincidence?
Because of the sudden downpour, the nighttime temperature on this deserted island dropped sharply.
The moment Shen Jinfeng entered the wooden hut, he felt a warm, cozy atmosphere.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Qin Ye’s gaze.
Qin Ye’s eyes were dark and heavy, as if a mass of ink had condensed inside them. He seemed to have been standing by the door the whole time, and in his hand, he was even holding the team’s only half-broken umbrella from their remaining luggage.
Why was it called half an umbrella? Because roughly half of the umbrella cloth was torn.
Clearly, this was the posture of someone ready to go out at any moment.
Shen Jinfeng froze for a moment, then quickly reacted.
“You were planning to go out and look for me?”
Qin Ye gave a low sound of acknowledgment and casually set the umbrella aside.
“Mm. I was originally planning to go out once it started raining.”
He raised his eyes and looked at the misty curtain of rain behind the young man, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. “Unfortunately, this rain was too considerate. It didn’t give me a chance to help my teammate.”
Shen Jinfeng silently looked at the umbrella on the ground that was only half intact.
Are you sure going out with this umbrella would be helping your teammate in the rain, not adding another drowned chicken?
But his gaze flickered, and he did not say that complaint aloud.
“Thank you.”
He Erwang and Qi Xiu also gathered around.
“Boss, you’re finally back!”
“Boss, I have to criticize you this time. You knew it was going to rain, but you still came back so late. You knew it was going to rain and still didn’t take an umbrella when you went out!”
“Exactly, Boss. We can’t be without you. The woods are too dangerous at night. We shouldn’t have let you go alone.”
Shen Jinfeng shifted his gaze and answered, “Got it.”
“I’ll be careful next time.”
In the past, when he came and went alone, no one had cared when he left or returned.
Now he had teammates. These people might need to rely on him to survive, or they might genuinely feel close to and worship him, or perhaps they worried about him because they liked him…
But sure enough, people were emotional creatures.
When Shen Jinfeng had first started quick-transmigration missions, every time he entered a small world, he would play the role of the original owner and naturally inherit a whole pile of social relationships.
A wild goose leaves traces when it passes, let alone when he might stay in one world for an entire lifetime.
888 was too useless. It did not even have a function for clearing emotions.
Therefore, the more missions Shen Jinfeng completed, the more obedient he became.
In the last few hundred small worlds, he had almost always come and gone alone.
After he could choose his own identity, the simpler the social relationships, the better.
Only after a few hundred small worlds did some of the earliest emotional memories finally slowly fade.
His gaze slowly swept over the concerned faces and sincerely worried eyes in front of him. He suppressed the faint warmth in his heart and walked toward Gu Shengsheng, who was lying on the bed.
“How do you feel now?”
In just over an hour, Gu Shengsheng’s condition had clearly worsened.
He lay on the wide wooden bed. A fire was burning beside the bed, and whether from illness or from the smoke of the firewood, his face was flushed red.
It made that beautiful face look truly dazzling, like peach blossoms.
“Still okay.” Surprisingly, Gu Shengsheng did not complain at all. Instead, as if he were used to enduring this kind of pain, he only said lightly, “I took cold medicine and painkillers. It doesn’t hurt.”
Shen Jinfeng’s gaze swept over the slightly trembling fingertips hanging by his side, and he nodded noncommittally.
T-shirts dried quickly in summer. After being roasted by the fire just now, it had more or less dried.
But clearly, after the dried T-shirt was put back on Gu Shengsheng, it had already been soaked through again by cold sweat.
Shen Jinfeng lowered two fingers and placed them on Gu Shengsheng’s wrist, then understood the general situation.
The remaining cold medicine in the team had indeed started to work after being taken, but clearly, it was not enough to suppress the fierce wind-cold coming on so aggressively.
Gu Shengsheng opened his mouth to drive him away. “Boss, I smell even worse now. Go warm yourself by the fire over there. Stay away from me.”
But after saying it, he seemed to feel that he sounded too pitiful and had no imposing manner at all, so he added another sentence.
“Hurry up and make dinner. Take care of me, the patient. I’m hungry.”
“I want water. I’m sick, so I’m not responsible for distilling today.” His tone was “forceful” and matter-of-fact.
Actually, he was not hungry either, but he really wanted to smell the aroma of food. It could cover up the indescribable, unspeakable strange odor all over him right now.
Shen Jinfeng glanced at him. Not only did he not move away, he instead sat down directly on the edge of the bed.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Gu Shengsheng was startled.
Shen Jinfeng said something shocking. “Take off your clothes.”
Gu Shengsheng gave a dazed “ah.” After freezing in a standoff with Shen Jinfeng for two seconds, he shook his head.
“I won’t.”
When Shen Jinfeng saw the instinctive vigilance in the young man’s eyes, he realized that his overly concise instruction was a little ambiguous.
So he added an explanation. “I’ll give you a massage to activate your meridians. You’ll sweat all over again later, so take your clothes off first.”
Only then did Gu Shengsheng relax, but he still felt somewhat unable to let go.
He hesitantly looked toward the other teammates inside the hut.
Qin Ye took the initiative to speak. “We’ll all turn our backs. We’re going to start making dinner. We won’t look at you.”
Shen Jinfeng nodded and instructed them, “Go outside and collect more water. It can be used for cooking and daily needs. This deserted island has clear mountains and clean water, so the rainwater quality is high. There most likely won’t be any problem drinking it directly.”
“I made some wooden basins in the afternoon.”
“If we fill those basins, it should meet our water needs for a week.”
Of course, this did not include the extravagant activity of bathing.
He pointed to several enormous wooden basins standing against the wall in the western corner of the wooden hut.
As for after a week?
How could he possibly still be on this deserted island after a week?
!!!
Qin Ye and the others’ eyes lit up.
He Erwang was the first to rush over in one big stride, lifting up a wooden basin that was probably five times as wide as himself. “Boss, you are my god!!!”
[Pfft, why does my brain seem to have automatically supplied the voice?]
[I also want to scream. My heavens! How does Shen Jinfeng think of everything? Tens of millions of us watched the livestream this afternoon, and we were still wondering what Shen Jinfeng was making such huge wooden basins for.]
[I’m practically kneeling before Shen Jinfeng! So the production team really did send a timely rain. Great, now the freshwater resource problem is solved all at once!]
[This is what they call fortune hiding within misfortune, right?]
[Sorry, but up to now, I still haven’t seen where the misfortune is. With Big Shot Shen here, it feels like there is no misfortune. —confident hands on hips—]
[So this is what it means that the strong never complain about the environment.]
[The weak are defeated by the environment. The environment serves the strong.]
Sun Xinping looked at the teasing bullet comments, and his expression twisted for an instant.
Had he made another terrible move?
Xiao Li carefully comforted him from the side. “Director, our livestream viewer count has been rising the whole time. That means the audience loves watching…”
Loves watching what?
Loves watching the production team get slapped in the face?
Sun Xinping waved weakly.
“No need to comfort me. I’d like to see what other tricks Shen Jinfeng can pull off.”
His words were impolite.
But when Xiao Li looked at the way he gazed at Shen Jinfeng on the screen, he saw that at some point, there was already a hint of expectation as if he were looking at a precious treasure.
Xiao Li stayed silent for a moment and did not expose his superior.
On the screen, Qin Ye and the other three all carried wooden basins to the doorway to collect rainwater.
On the bed, Gu Shengsheng weakly lifted his shirt, revealing a section of snow-white waist.
Then everyone heard Shen Jinfeng continue, “Take off your pants too.”
!
Caught completely off guard, both of their figures disappeared from the screen at the same time.
They could only hear Gu Shengsheng pause for a moment, but for some unknown consideration, he agreed without even hesitating to ask, “Oh.”
Sun Xinping, who was staring fixedly at the screen, cursed just like countless bullet comments did. Damn.
[??? I already took off my pants and you show me this?]
[No, I just want to say, what’s there in a massage that can’t be shown? The Qing Dynasty is long gone. You won’t even let us see a man bare his upper body?]
[What a pity. Earlier, when watching Shen Jinfeng pick medicinal herbs, it was obvious he really had skills. He can even take pulses. I originally wanted to see whether his massage techniques had anything worth learning from too.]
[Old Dog Sun, I know you’re watching. Why aren’t you saying anything? Why can’t we watch? Why can’t we watch? I’m asking you, why can’t we watch???]
[The Olympic swimming team is shirtless on CCTV livestreams, aren’t they? How healthy and positive is that? What is the production team being so cowardly about? —emits sharp shriek—]
Sun Xinping expressionlessly blinked.
Comparing it to the Olympics—netizens were really raising the status of his lousy show. He was not worthy.
Fortunately, Shen Jinfeng’s figure did not disappear for too long.
Actually, if he had silver needles at hand, Gu Shengsheng’s high fever and cold would have been a matter of a few needles.
But if he did not have them, he could not exactly polish some on the spot. That would waste too much time.
Boiling medicine would also take effect slowly. It was best used afterward to warm and nourish the body.
So Shen Jinfeng thought of the time when he had done missions in martial arts worlds. As long as someone practiced martial arts, they would only get injured and rarely become ill.
He had never seen a great hero catch a cold.
The reason came down to the fact that everyone practiced inner strength, and their physical constitution was strong enough to withstand harsher cold weather.
Because by then, he had already gone through mission experiences in multiple worlds and had once been a doctor in several of them—both ancient and modern.
He had a sudden idea back then. If an ordinary person without inner strength fell ill, could inner strength smooth over the symptoms and dispel the illness?
Just like how, in the martial arts TV dramas of the modern world that he remembered, there were always people on the verge of death whose lives were extended by a continuous transfer of inner strength or something.
Shen Jinfeng had planned to do some experiments.
For example, when the human body caught a cold, the main damage was to the respiratory tract and lungs.
Then, if inner strength passed through these two areas and warmed the meridians, would it be useful?
Later, he discovered that it was indeed useful for things like colds and wind-cold.
But for poisoning, or already damaged and defective heart and lungs, or slightly more serious conditions, it was not very useful. At most, it was better than nothing.
His current body also had no inner strength yet.
So the method Shen Jinfeng chose was to directly open Gu Shengsheng’s meridians.
He would clear the acupoints around the body parts damaged in the early stage of a high fever and cold, using the impact and flow of qi caused by opening the acupoints to directly flush the cold away.
The modern world valued science, so it was not suitable to practice martial arts.
In the future, he could teach Gu Shengsheng a set of exercises to strengthen the body. It would not cultivate inner strength, but it would have a miraculous effect in helping the body’s internal breath flow smoothly and regulating physical condition.
Opening acupoints was fast, but it was also extremely intense.
Gu Shengsheng had never experienced this kind of “massage” before.
It was not the skilled kneading and bone-pushing of a massage parlor technician.
Shen Jinfeng seemed to use his knuckles to press into the sorest, most painful, and most numb spots on Gu Shengsheng’s body.
The feeling was hard to describe. In an instant, he almost hurt so much that he was about to ascend to heaven.
But Shen Jinfeng’s movements were too fast. After dozens of acupoints across his body had been pressed,
the cold sweat caused by the pain had just surfaced all over Gu Shengsheng’s body when his entire person seemed to suddenly become clear and open. All the pain disappeared.
Thus, the painfully twisted expression on his face had only made it halfway, and the cry of pain he could not help letting out turned into a long, comfortable sigh.
[Damn it, let me see!]
[What kind of sound is that from Gu Shengsheng? Tell me I’m not the only one whose thoughts went crooked.]
[From deep in his throat, he released a low groan of ultimate pain, but in the next moment, it turned into a joyful, comfortable cry as if he had gone straight to the clouds…]
[Upstairs, you really know how to describe things.]
[Holy shit, hand the big shot a pen!]
[I kind of understand the charm of only hearing the sound and not seeing the person now. It really makes the imagination run wild, full of visual imagery! Even though I know they can’t possibly be doing anything shameful, my brain is full of uncontrollable yellow waste!]
Clearly, it was not just the viewers watching the livestream, who could see nothing, who misunderstood.
Qin Ye was standing by the door, waiting for the rainwater to fill the wooden basin. Hearing that, his whole body also froze.
He tried his best to control the urge to turn his head.
“What happened to Gu Shengsheng?”
Before even one wooden basin had filled, Shen Jinfeng, whose technique and professional skill were both practiced, had already finished the “massage.”
“Nothing.” He replied casually and, while he was at it, covered Gu Shengsheng with his clothes. “Cover yourself with this first. Don’t put it on.”
As he spoke, he was about to stand.
But Gu Shengsheng suddenly found strength from somewhere and grabbed his wrist.
“Boss, I feel so comfortable now. Extremely comfortable.”
Shen Jinfeng nodded.
Gu Shengsheng continued to emphasize, “Unprecedentedly comfortable.”
“My whole body, inside and out, feels comfortable. It’s like I’m about to ascend to heaven.”
Because Gu Shengsheng had put the clothes back over himself, the audience could see the screen again, and they collectively fell into silence.
[What kind of description is that? Doesn’t ascending to heaven mean dying?]
[What kind of after-the-fact description is that? Slurp slurp! —secretly despises upstairs for understanding nothing—]
[Holy shit, it’s only been a few minutes? Less than three minutes, right? How does Gu Shengsheng look like he’s been fished out of water again?]
[What kind of massage is this effective?!]
[Look carefully. His condition is clearly different from before. I don’t know how to put it, but it feels like his spirit suddenly came back.]
Exactly. Gu Shengsheng felt the same way.
He described his feelings to Shen Jinfeng. “Boss, I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like I’m in a very good mood too.”
“It feels like the whole world has suddenly become beautiful.”
“I like everything I see.”
“…”
He Erwang could not hold it in anymore. He burst into loud laughter.
“Hahahahaha.”
“Gu Shengsheng, this is the first time I’ve discovered your flattery skills are this superb.”
“You like everything you see? Isn’t Boss the only thing in front of you? If you want to confess to Boss, just say it directly. Why beat around the bush like this?”
Qin Ye tilted his head to look at him. “Confess?”
He Erwang was startled by his suddenly cold and heavy expression.
“Is-Is something wrong?”
“Don’t you like Boss?”
“Oh, I’m not talking about that kind of liking. I mean admiration. Admiration, respect—the kind of liking that comes from worship!” He racked his brain for adjectives.
Qin Ye turned his head back and ignored him.
He quietly let out a breath of relief.
But the vigilance in his heart did not relax.
He discovered that Shen Jinfeng’s personal charm was indeed immense. In just a few short days, everyone in the team had become sincerely convinced by him.
He Erwang and Gu Shengsheng were even more outrageous.
Right now, it was only admiring affection.
But as the saying went, liking someone—the romantic kind of liking—began with admiring that person.
He compared the differences between himself and the others in the team in his heart, whether in appearance, height, wealth, personality, or knowledge.
Qin Ye was confident that he did not lose.
The only problem was that He Erwang, Gu Shengsheng, and Qi Xiu were all younger than him.
But had Ms. Yun not married his father precisely because his father was older and knew how to cherish someone?
Thinking of how his father, Qin Jianfeng, usually indulged and doted on his wife without limits, Qin Ye deeply furrowed his brow.
Could that work?
Could he learn from that?
Of course, because He Erwang had drawn all the firepower, no one looked at Qin Ye’s face, which was hidden in the night as he lowered his head so that nothing could be seen clearly.
[Thanks, I’m speechless.]
[I thought He Erwang was saying something outrageous, but it turns out he’s just small fry.]
[Gu Shengsheng is small fry just like him…]
Then they heard Gu Shengsheng on the bed look at Shen Jinfeng with eyes full of stars and worship. “Boss, I want to learn this massage technique from you.”
“My dad is super rich. No matter how expensive the tuition is, he can afford it.”
[…Your dad… Production team, come out and pay his dad’s tuition!]
[You can tell this massage is indeed powerful. Ahhhh, stupid production team, do you dare release it and let us learn?!]
[If Shen Jinfeng opens a massage shop after coming out, I absolutely have to experience it.]
[Is it really that magical? Gu Shengsheng practically went from listless, pained, and miserable to lively, energetic, and loving life all at once.]
Sun Xinping: “…”
Was he not releasing it because he did not want to?
As for Shen Jinfeng, when he heard Gu Shengsheng’s thanks, he did not have much of a reaction.
Physical comfort and psychological comfort were both normal.
That current of qi had passed through the heart and lungs, so naturally, it had the effect of soothing the liver and relieving emotional stagnation.
But…
“Exclusive secret skill. Not taught to outsiders.” He casually made up an excuse and refused cleanly. “No amount of money will do.”
The medical teachers and medical students still watching the livestream were disappointed.
[There are indeed some exclusive folk techniques that are passed down in secret. We should respect others and not morally blackmail them.]
[So this means insiders can learn it? Brothers, sisters, work hard!]
Gu Shengsheng blinked in disappointment. His long, thick eyelashes fluttered, and without realizing it, he looked extremely wronged.
He was too beautiful. When he showed a disappointed expression, it almost made people want to present all good things to him.
[But taking ten thousand steps back, facing a face like this, can Shen Jinfeng really refuse?]
[Am I blind? Damn, I knew Gu Shengsheng was good-looking before, but I never felt he was this good-looking. So obedient, so pretty, really want to ruffle him.]
Shen Jinfeng looked at Gu Shengsheng’s expression. He was not so bewitched by beauty that he lost his mind.
But when he thought of how Gu Shengsheng actually had emotional stagnation in his heart, he could not resist reaching out and ruffling the top of Gu Shengsheng’s head.
“I’ll give you a gift.”
Gu Shengsheng’s eyes lit up. “What gift?”
By now, Qin Ye and the others had finally waited until the rainstorm filled the wooden basins.
Qin Ye was the first to carry a wooden basin back into the hut and set it down. Then he sat down directly beside Shen Jinfeng.
There was a trace of grievance in his faint tone, so subtle it was almost impossible to hear. “Little Captain, are you only giving Gu Shengsheng a gift?”
Gu Shengsheng retorted proudly, “You’re not sick. Why do you want a gift?”
When Shen Jinfeng met Qin Ye’s dark, heavy gaze fixed on him, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
Would the secret admirer misunderstand and think he liked Gu Shengsheng?
Gu Shengsheng was not his type.
Although, although he had not decided to be with the secret admirer now,
he still could not hurt someone’s feelings and push him away because of a misunderstanding.
What if, just saying, if, what if…
This was the last world where he could be himself. What if he wanted to have a romance?
He uncomfortably avoided Qin Ye’s gaze and comforted him. “I’ll make one for you next time.”
But before Qin Ye could feel happy, Shen Jinfeng paused and said to the other members of the team as well, “Everyone will have one. I’ll make Gu Shengsheng’s first today.”
Qi Xiu dragged the wooden basin back into the hut with difficulty and nodded without any objection. “Okay. Looking forward to it!”
Qin Ye: “…”
He silently withdrew his gaze and did not speak.
But after a moment of silence, he still could not help asking, “Little Captain, among these seafood, what do you like eating most?”
When Shen Jinfeng heard the word food, his eyes lit up. “I like all of it.”
Having experienced a zombie world, and as a mission-taker who was not the protagonist, had no golden finger, and no portable space, everything tasted delicious to him.
However, he first sorted out the medicinal herbs he had gathered and called Mo Fan over. “Help Gu Shengsheng decoct this medicine.”
Mo Fan took the herbs and began working. He had no desire at all to ask aloud what these herbs were used for.
Everyone carried out their own duties.
Shen Jinfeng shifted position and went to rummage through his leaf basket.
He rummaged out a pile of strange-shaped flowers, leaves, and grasses in all kinds of colors and forms.
The largest pith paper plant leaf could spread out to nearly a meter long. The soft banana leaves had been transformed into various shapes. All kinds of round, pointed, slender, and diamond-shaped leaves looked full of artistic beauty…
[I have a bold guess. Shen Jinfeng isn’t going to use these leaves to make clothes, is he?]
[I’ve wanted to say this for a long time. They’ve now satisfied the problems of shelter and food, so the next step should be clothing, right? I feel like this batch of guests all seem like they have mysophobia. Qin Ye and the others looked miserable all the way back from the beach after taking a saltwater bath. Even when Gu Shengsheng had a high fever like that, what he remembered was that he smelled bad… They definitely can’t endure wearing one set of clothes the whole time.]
[Using leaves to make clothes! Wow, it feels like the culmination of fashion art.]
[Holy shit, what tree root is that? After Shen Jinfeng split it open, the white core inside turned into thread after being rubbed and twisted a few times!]
[Holy shit, high-end! The highest art often comes from the most primitive methods.]
Various leaves served as fabric. Fine threads rubbed and twisted from unknown tree roots and leaves served as connections, and flowers of all colors served as embellishments.
Shen Jinfeng did not make this piece of clothing very quickly compared to his high efficiency in handling other things.
After all, making clothes—especially making a relatively beautiful handmade garment—was always detailed work.
But compared to modern haute couture or handmade sewing, relying on such primitive materials, his speed was already quite fast.
Everyone watched him make clothes in the livestream room for nearly an hour before finally waiting for the finished product.
It was different from the leaf clothing everyone had imagined.
After some netizens guessed and gradually confirmed that Shen Jinfeng was definitely making clothes, many of them went online to search for leaf clothing as reference.
[Most leaf clothing… feels like the crude, cheap style of an elementary school art performance.]
[There’s also the savage style.]
[A small portion of good ones are creative island vacation styles made by bloggers. They’re pretty cool and breezy.]
[I’m dying of laughter. Suddenly, I’m extremely looking forward to seeing Gu Shengsheng wear leaf clothes.]
[Today, we gather here to witness the answer to an eternal debate: Do good-looking people really look good even in leaves?]
[Hahahahaha, but I really haven’t seen leaf clothes paired with flowers.]
[Gu Shengsheng is still a man… Do these pink, yellow, and blue flowers really match?]
[I think I’ve found one of Big Shot Shen’s flaws!]
[Could Shen Jinfeng’s aesthetics be… that colorful, flowery mom-generation kind?]
[Help… I really will laugh hahahahaha. Just thinking about it is already extremely funny.]
But clearly, Shen Jinfeng’s finished product was not that “low-level.”
[I take back what I said just now… Your big shot is still your big shot! Ahhhhhhh—sharp scream—Big Shot Shen really has no flaws!]
No one had expected that Shen Jinfeng had actually made a two-piece long robe set.
Uh, calling it a long robe was a little broad.
More accurately, the style was very similar to a Song dynasty crane cloak, with a front opening, straight collar, and large sleeves. But it was also somewhat different. It had the elegant air of a refined scholar. It was unbelievably beautiful!
After Shen Jinfeng finished making the clothes, he handed them to Gu Shengsheng.
Gu Shengsheng took the clothes with eyes shining brightly. “Clothes made from leaves. Too amazing! Too beautiful!”
He loved them so much that he finally became willing to peel off the T-shirt on his body, which had already smelled bad to begin with and had become even worse after being soaked with sweat several times.
His figure disappeared from the livestream screen again.
[Hurry up, hurry up! I can’t wait!]
[It doesn’t seem like a failure!]
[So with all those elementary school art performances, how did no one think to make children a set of noble-looking, beautiful leaf clothes like this? They all just learned from newspaper clothes.]
[I understand. Usually, when a character in a film or drama is about to make a stunning entrance, they have to leave us some preparation time.]
[Right now, we are the passerby NPCs in a film or drama, chattering noisily about the beauty who is about to appear in full splendor~]
Gu Shengsheng changed into the set of leaf clothing extremely carefully, afraid that he might accidentally pull off a few leaves.
But unexpectedly, even the tiny decorative leaves and flowers that looked extremely small were very stable and firmly fixed.
He first changed into the inner green leaf robe.
This long robe had only one color tone throughout—green.
Only the shallow circle of banana leaves around the collar was a few shades darker, creating a slight layering effect in color.
The truly ingenious and stunning part was the outer robe.
The overall color of the outer robe was also green, but it was decorated with all kinds of colorful little flowers.
Logically speaking, messy colors matched together would look tacky. Red with green was even said to look vulgar.
But Shen Jinfeng seemed to be some expert in color coordination.
Against this translucent yet mottled green, at the connected gaps, along the sleeve hems and across the body of the robe, uneven embellishments appeared here and there. The different small flowers on the lapels seemed to weave a unique painting.
The overall effect was unexpectedly fresh and beautiful.
The bright little flowers merely served as accents, adding a vivid and lively air.
Gu Shengsheng himself had a delicate and radiant appearance. When the emerald-green garment was worn on his body, it actually suppressed some of the excessive brightness of his own beauty.
It allowed a clear, elegant scholarly grace to flow out.
And because of the various colored flowers as embellishments, he appeared refined and romantic.
He Erwang was a cool guy walking at the forefront of trends, yet at this moment, he was completely moved by this national-style outfit.
“My god, Gu Shengsheng, you should go act looking like this. If you don’t become popular, the heavens won’t tolerate it!”
His eyes were filled with pure amazement. Then his tone changed, and he flattered Shen Jinfeng. “Boss, if I could wear clothes you made for me, I’d definitely look even better than Gu Shengsheng!”
[Pfft, He Erwang, you really do have a bit of confidence—narcissism—on you.]
[He actually isn’t wrong. Gu Shengsheng is an actor, and he really is popular. He’s been popular since he was young. It’s just that after growing up, he went a little crooked, and now his popularity is kind of going in the opposite direction.]
[Putting aside everything else, I really have to praise Gu Shengsheng’s styling to the heavens! Oh, I forgot, he has no makeup on right now. So this outfit deserves all the credit. It’s really unbelievably beautiful!]
[Dazed and confused. It’s actually this good-looking! I want it so badly!]
[I was wrong. I actually doubted Big Shot Shen’s aesthetics earlier. Big Shot Shen’s aesthetics are completely beyond eras! Not something us mortals can imagine.]
[You can’t exactly say beyond eras. He combined leaves with national style and created stunning fashion!]
[Okay, as expected, Chinese style is the top trend! National style is the popular style!]
[Smart merchants are already making replicas overnight. Pointing fingers—yes, I’m talking about you Taobao merchants. Move faster! Can you let me scroll to the same style tomorrow!!!]
[I’m really convinced. How many times have I said I’m truly convinced? I never thought there would be a day when I’d be utterly enchanted by clothing made of leaves! Can Big Shot Shen design a few sets for us girls too? Song-style hanfu is already super beautiful! If Big Shot Shen’s design is added on top of that, I can’t even imagine how gorgeous it would be. Sob sob.]
[Holy crap, kneeling and begging Big Shot Shen to enter the fashion industry after leaving the show! Lead the fashion world!]
[What exactly is there that he can’t do… this man! My husband!!!]
As for Gu Shengsheng, who had received the “gift” and was now wearing it, he felt like even his illness was about to recover.
He struggled down from the bed and proudly showed off in front of each teammate one by one.
Qi Xiu’s eyes turned red with envy. “Boss, I want one too!”
He Erwang still insisted on his view. “Boss, if I wear clothes you personally make for me, I’ll definitely look better than Gu Shengsheng!”
Mo Fan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. “Boss, I’ll treasure this gift for the rest of my life.”
Qin Ye’s expression was dark, but his eyes were filled with expectation. “Little Captain, will our gifts also be clothes?”
Shen Jinfeng’s scalp went numb.
“They can be clothes…”
Right now, they were leaf clothes, but they were exhausting to make.
Once the rain stopped, he could go into the woods to hunt a little, get some animal hide, and making clothes would be simpler.
His gaze slipped over Qin Ye’s abdomen, which had accidentally been soaked by rain when he had carried the wooden basin back earlier.
The shape of his abs was faintly visible there.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, with a cold and unruly aura.
To be honest, if he wore animal hide, that kind of primitive wildness would… look even better, right?
But since he had not hunted any wild beasts yet, he would temporarily not mention it.
After showing off in a full circle, Gu Shengsheng returned to Shen Jinfeng, obediently half-crouched down, and looked up at him. “Boss, this is my favorite gift I’ve ever received!”
Shen Jinfeng magically understood what he meant.
Amused, he reached out and touched Gu Shengsheng’s head.
“You should go back to bed and lie down.”
[Holy shit, who understands? Why are these two kind of shippable?]
[Cold, omnipotent big-shot gong × seemingly arrogant and domineering but actually timid, useless, beautiful shou!]
[Shipping everything only makes my nutrition more balanced!]
Only Qin Ye stared fixedly at Shen Jinfeng’s withdrawn hand.
He felt that Gu Shengsheng was a little annoying now.
If he wore clothes personally made by Little Captain, he would definitely look better than Gu Shengsheng too!
