Psychological Control

This season of Survivor was filmed on a not too small island in the Republic of Fiji archipelago in the South Pacific.The Fiji Islands, which are close to the equator, have a tropical rainforest climate with abundant rainfall.

At this time, I was sitting on a small sailboat. Under the control of the staff, the sailboat sailed towards the beach that was getting closer and closer in front of me under the wind.Together with all the contestants, a total of three sailboats sailed on the sea, which also represented three tribes with different characteristics assigned in advance.

There was silence on board the sailboat and we were not allowed to communicate with each other before the race.But at this time, it is also the time when the contestants look at each other.

There are three men and three women, including me, on this sailboat I am on.Two blond beauties, one wavy brunette, all three women are basically the same type in my opinion.Her chest surged, and she desperately exuded their hormones at the men around her.

At first glance, it is the type who has been doted on by thousands of people in daily life and is regarded as a thorn in the side by other women.Such women may be able to deal with straight men, but when they fall into the dominant position of women, they will be defeated like a mountain.

I don't have to worry about them forming an alliance with each other, because their first choice in such a situation must be to use their charms to charm a man with superior physical strength.Moreover, when you meet a woman of the exact same type, you will only be hostile to the other party, as if you have bumped into a shirt on the street.

Men are just the opposite. When most men meet another man of the same type, they will use it as a confidant.It's like men who bump into their shirts and think that they like the same clothes as a kind of tacit understanding.

Among the two men besides me, one of them is a Caucasian with the same black hair and blue-green eyes as Neil Kaffery, but unlike Neil who advocates a refined life, he has a slight beard on his face, which looks Very manly.The other is the most typical Nordic race with blond hair and blue eyes, with a straight nose.

But they all have the same traits, a strong physique.He has a strong and lean figure, but his muscles don't protrude too much to make him look like a strong man.Coupled with their tall heights and handsome faces, they must be the type of heartthrobs on weekdays.

Seeing this, I finally couldn't help but sighed.It seems that in the so-called beauty tribe I belong to, all the contestants should be models.Even if they are not professional models, the crew must be selected according to the standards of models.

Looking to the sailboat to the left, I saw Rhett, a rather out-of-the-age crowd in what looked like a collection of nerds.Apart from Spencer Reed, no one in their group looked younger than 35.

Rhett sensed my sight and looked over calmly.

"Pretend not to know each other, and try to stay." When he saw me, I avoided the lens of the photographer on the bow, raised my hand to cover my face with my hair, and said with mouth.

As an FBI agent, I'm guessing Reid has no trouble reading lips.Sure enough, he looked away and nodded slightly.

I no longer continue to observe the contestants of Reid's tribe, because I know that he will find out everyone's personality and occupation when the tribe introduces each other. Even if the other party tries hard to hide, it is impossible to hide from the eyes of the bau profiler.Even Rhett is just a novice.

I didn't give any more instructions, even if his bau colleagues didn't tell him the rules of the game, but I don't think Reid would be so stupid as to deliberately say that he worked in the FBI, so as to arouse the vigilance of other contestants in the same tribe.

Although Reid doesn't seem to have a good emotional intelligence, but with an IQ of 187, it is impossible for him to dig a hole for himself in this situation.Just like it is impossible for me to tell the other five people in the beautiful tribe that I am still a top student at Stanford University.

Turning my head, I looked at the ship on the right.One of the blondes sitting across from me thought I was looking at her and smiled at me.I didn't intend to make her lose face at the beginning and set up a potential enemy, so I subconsciously returned a smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly looked at the six people who should be from the Power Tribe.The same three men and three women, one of which is an Indian girl, one arm is full of tattoos, and the gorgeous flower arm makes her with dreadlocks and a wheat-colored complexion particularly impressive.But I feel that in her appearance that people think she will be very strong, there is a weakness that is easy to get cold feet.

Because her smile looked so carefree, and the desire to challenge in her eyes easily dispelled the sense of experience brought about by her appearance.It's like a teenager with naive ideas and rebellious psychology.

Another middle-aged woman looks like someone who can take care of half the sky in the family and is not easy to compromise with others.Maybe still a single mother with kids who are at least teenagers, I guess in my head.She may be from the southern United States, tending to support a chewing farm every day.That's why her face looks weather-beaten, and she must rarely use skin care products on weekdays.

The third one is in the middle age group, a woman in her 20s and early [-]s.This woman must be a cop, and something in my head tightened, from Brian's memory of loathing cops.Maybe it was the back view of Harry, who was wearing a police uniform, and took Dexter from his arms. This kind of stimulation made me actually have a kind of reactive aversion to the police.

Then there is the man from the Power Tribe. There is a profile of a person that completely grabs my attention the moment I see him.This is a knife-like side face, the pair of deep dark blue eyes under the protruding browbones and the waves splashing by the side of the boat easily dazzled me.

His eyes seemed to be casually observing the small island in front of him, as if he was going to perform a mission.The tightly pursed thin lips and the tight jaw line gave him a feeling of abstinence and not easy to approach.soldier?My eyes fell on a scar on his left arm that was obviously left by a bullet hole. Compared with an active soldier, he was more likely to be a professional soldier who had been on the battlefield and retired due to injury.

Like the policewoman, she looks in her early thirties, and is in the middle age group of the power tribe.He is neither as calculating as the middle-aged man with silver hair and a big gray beard sitting next to him, nor as dull and brainless as the stout man sitting at the front of the boat who doesn't make eye contact with people.

Well, all in all my favorite genre.What you do is not what you talk about, a taciturn man of action.

"Dear audience friends, welcome to Survivors of the Barbara Season! The contestants are sitting on three sailboats and heading to an uninhabited island in the Fiji Islands. This year's Survivor Competition will be held here Hold it!" After the director's order, the host Jeff stood up from the boat and said loudly to the aerial photography helicopter.

"From my left hand side, there are tribes of wisdom, tribes of beauty, and tribes of strength!" Jeff began to make the most traditional opening remarks of survivors, whether it was dubbing behind the scenes or filming in front of the scenes, Jeff spoke with tribes at the beginning of the quarter The lines at the meeting are basically changing the soup without changing the medicine.

The photographer on the aerial photography plane began to manipulate the camera, taking pictures of the expressions on the contestants' faces along the way.I guess they will tell the audience the profession and characteristics of each contestant through behind-the-scenes dubbing during the final program editing.

When the camera was pointed in my direction, I almost habitually leaned forward to let the sun shine on my face, with a charming smile at the corner of my mouth, and even my body movements in a natural pose.

Among the models on the same boat, besides the female models, I am the only man who is so dedicated.At this time, the other two models were getting closer and closer to the primitive rainforest isolated island, and they grabbed their attention.They couldn't refuse the hot-blooded nature of a man's blood.

The screen image I want to create in Survivor is a character who will not appear too arrogant, but who can control the overall situation.You can't be so out of place like on America's Next Top Model, and you can't be too good at dancing.

Because that would make others unable to figure out my true character, which is not the way to use Contrast Moe.If a person's personality is too different, from being isolated to calculating, it will only make people feel that he is hypocritical.

With the end of Jeff's opening remarks, the sailing of the three sailboats also arrived at the beach of the island.Under the mobilization of Jeff, the contestants each carried their own luggage, jumped off the sailboat, and walked to the beach through the water.

To be honest, I am really puzzled by their mindless actions.Perhaps it was affected by the secretion of adrenal hormones. Didn't they think of how the soaked shoes would keep them warm in the middle of the night after wading to the shore?Not to mention wearing wet and sandy shoes, how could they possibly be in the mood to build shelters and light fires?

Although the effect of the program is very important, and my own screen image is also very important, but I can't convince myself to just jump into the sea anyway.Being behind, I silently took off the beach boots on my feet and rolled up the legs of my trousers, carrying my small backpack and slowly wading through the water and walking at the end.

When everyone stood still on the beach, Jeff came over with a red, yellow and blue turban in his hand, representing the three tribes. "Tribe of Wisdom, your representative color is yellow." As he spoke, he tossed the turban to Rhett's group, and a man dressed in a rather pretentious attire grabbed the turban before Rhett reached out.

You must know that even Rhett, who usually wears a tie, a suit shirt and a pony hanging, has already changed into a t-shirt when he arrived here.This man looked out of tune with everyone, wearing a brightly colored shirt, he looked like an arrogant guy who liked to get other people's attention.

"Beautiful Tribe, your representative color is blue." Immediately after Jeff threw a bundle of blue turbans at me, and I took them without changing the expression on my face.

"Hello, my name is Brian, and I'm a model." I turned around and opened it, introducing myself with a smile. "But I think I'm not the only model in our tribe?"

"Mario, although I have other jobs on weekdays, modeling is also my part-time job." A man with black hair and charming blue-green eyes said first.

"I'm Carmelita!" The blond girl who winked with me on the boat before looked at me evasively, and said quite seductively, "I know your name is Brian, and in this season's America's Next Top Model , you are one of my favorite male models."

"This is Jenny, I'm the cheerleader of the American ABC football team." Another blonde girl said quickly after Carmelita finished speaking.Apparently she felt threatened by Carmelita's presence and activity.

"Oh, I forgot to mention it!" Carmelita's smile didn't change at all when she saw this, and she added triumphantly, "I was the beauty queen of the United States last year."

"Anna. She has no great achievements, she is also a graphic model." Compared with Carmelita and Jenny, the brunette was more calm.With a sexy smile on her face, she glanced at the three men in the tribe, including me, obviously planning something.

"I'm the only one left, right?" A blond boy with a cowboy-like pattern tied a scarf around his neck, raised his head and said, "My name is Austin. I'm just a student for the time being!"