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Ye Cike quickly caught him.

Unable to speak underwater, he immediately picked up Zhao Yingjie, quickly checked whether Qiao Zhihuan was injured, then put his left arm around Qiao Zhihuan, and led him to swim towards the surface of the sea.

When they were still a few meters away from the sea, they only heard the sound of falling into the water. Rescuers in eye-catching yellow swimsuits entered the water one after another from all directions. They responded quickly and immediately picked up the unconscious Zhao Yingjie.

When they were about to pick up Qiao Zhihuan, Ye Cike ignored him and swam straight to the surface of the sea.

After a few seconds, Qiao Zhihuan finally surfaced. He greedily took a big breath of air, and then coughed several times.

Because of the mild hypoxia, his head was a little dizzy, and his vision was covered with black dots. After a few seconds of stilling, his rationality gradually became clear.

His surfboard was hit to nowhere, and there was a motorboat floating on the sea, surrounded by five or six rescue boats.

Just five or six minutes into the water, the weather at sea suddenly changed, heavy clouds came down, and big waves were about to set off.

Fortunately, he didn't hesitate just now and went into the sea to catch Zhao Yingjie, otherwise it would only be more troublesome.

Ye Cike saw him come back to his senses: "Is it better?"

Qiao Zhihuan said it's okay.

"Can you hold on?"

Seeing him nodding, Ye Cike pulled the motorboat with one hand and sent Qiao Zhihuan up first. After he sat firmly, he leaned on the motorboat lightly with one hand and sat behind him.

After soaking in the sea for a long time, Qiao Zhihuan lost his temperature, curled up his shoulders and trembled all over.Ye Cike immediately wrapped her tightly in a thick bath towel, ready to turn back to the shore.

When turning the throttle handle, Ye Cike paused for a moment and said, "If it's still cold, lean against me."

With a bang on the gas pedal, the motorboat started off at a high speed, splashing a large amount of water on both sides and tail.

At first, Qiao Zhihuan insisted on sitting upright, wrapped in a bath towel, but then the speed became faster and faster, and the sea breeze was too cold, so he subconsciously leaned towards the warm direction, and gently pressed against Ye Cike's chest.

Ye Cike stretched out his hands to hug him, and felt that his whole body was going to be completely cold through the thick towel.

The moment his arms wrapped around Qiao Zhihuan, the person in his arms seemed to have finally recovered, his tense back relaxed, and he let out a low sigh.

He didn't dare to delay at all, he docked at the fastest speed, and the motorboat stopped in the shallows.

Ye Cike helped him get off the motorboat.

The recording had been suspended, and the students were all worried about their situation, they all surrounded the shore, and ran over immediately when they saw them.

Little Fang was the first to arrive: "Huanhuan! How are you?"

Qiao Zhihuan's lips were a little pale, and he reluctantly replied that it was okay, but was immediately stuffed with blankets, hot water, towels and other items by enthusiastic students.

Ye Cike picked and wrapped the ones that kept him warm first, let Little Fang hold the ones that were useful, and thanked him politely for those that were useless for the time being.

The profiteer sent chocolates, Ye Cike roughly opened the package, and handed it to Qiao Zhihuan to replenish energy.

Qiao Zhihuan lowered her eyes, and took a small bite like a kitten licking food.

While he was eating, Little Fang was demonstrating with him. Ye Cike immediately felt that something was wrong when the sea wind came up with him just now.

Speaking of excitement, Little Fang pretended to be Ye Cike, rode an air motor boat, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Bairan, ask Qianyi to get the chocolate, and I will come back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he coolly put on the air sunglasses, and ran away without a trace.

Qiao Zhihuan was amused by him: "Ms. Ye is not as comedian as you are!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Rescue teams soon came ashore.Zhao Yingjie's condition was worse, he was carried down on a stretcher.

The students around had only vaguely felt that Zhao Yingjie was in "danger", but they didn't have a concrete idea.

But when they saw Zhao Yingjie lying on the stretcher, everyone fell silent in unison.

Five or six medical staff surrounded him. On the stretcher, Zhao Yingjie was still in a coma, his arm was hanging weakly from the side of the stretcher, and the inside of his forearm was covered with a large rash.

Seeing the wound, Ye Cike had an epiphany, and then frowned tightly: "It's a jellyfish. He didn't wear a winter jacket, so he may have hit a jellyfish or a jellyfish fragment."

Qiao Zhihuan calmed down: "The program team asked Zhao Yingjie to take off his winter clothes after the wave test. The program team is solely responsible for this matter."

In the face of program groups and capital with absolute right to speak, individual trainees are absolutely vulnerable groups.

It may be that some rabbits died and foxes were sad, the students all around quietly watched Zhao Yingjie, and no one spoke for a while.

It wasn't until Zhao Yingjie was sent to the ambulance that someone whispered, "Qiao Zhihuan, today is really thanks to you."

"If it wasn't for you to go down and get some money, his situation would be even worse..."

All eyes turned to him.

The man continued: "I'm sorry, I was a little unconvinced with you before, but today you have completely changed my mind."

He lightly punched Qiao Zhihuan on the shoulder: "That's enough loyalty, pure man."

Qiao Zhi laughed and said, "As for it. If it were you, you would all do the same."

"At least I don't dare." Another student said, "You are amazing, really."

"That circle in the air is also very powerful!"

"Yes, your surfing today is really cool!"

"Idol!"

Speaking of Qiao Zhihuan's surfing, the students immediately talked about it, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

They were clamoring for Qiao Zhihuan to teach surfing, and the selection officer at the side waved to them, telling the students to go back to the dormitory first and wait for orders.

Before leaving, the student who was the first to talk to Qiao Zhihuan turned around and emphasized again: "We will definitely support you in the future."

Although the program team repeatedly ordered the students not to talk nonsense, and wanted to turn the big thing into a small thing, the news of the interruption of the recording was still spread.

Not only did the hot searches hang up all day long, but fifty or sixty media outlets competed to get on the island, and even the number of station sisters doubled. As soon as the students left the dormitory, they would be questioned by reporters with microphones. The program team had no choice. It can only make it difficult for the election management to open the way.

In this regard, the program group's response is only one word, procrastination.

Drag it until the heat passes, drag it until the public loses interest, and drag it until the degree of attention decreases.

Not only that, the program group also whitewashed the peace, pretending that nothing happened, and notified that the normal recording would resume the next day.

A small group of radical students felt that the way the program group handled it was too cold-blooded and black-hearted. They just thought of stopping the recording and protesting, when they suddenly received a new notice that the next day's recording was canceled and changed to a press conference.

Everyone was at a loss, and it wasn't until Wei Lingsu, who had disappeared for two days, finally returned to the dormitory that everyone understood the reason.

After a safety problem occurred in the program group, Wei Lingsu asked to actively intervene in the program group meeting as a representative of the interests of the students.

The nine-hour meeting lasted from the afternoon to the early morning, and then he went to the hospital to visit Zhao Yingjie non-stop. When he came back, he hadn't rested all day and all night, and his eyes were slightly black and blue.

Wei Lingsu took a sip of his coffee, trying to hang his nerves: "Zhao Yingjie took a serum last night and rested all night. When I went, although his arms were still a little swollen, he was able to eat and drink normally. Don't worry too much. .”

The students around him breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

"Then why was the recording suddenly canceled?"

Wei Lingsu gently reminded: "Zhao Yingjie is underage."

If this happened to an adult student, it might really have knocked out teeth and swallowed blood, but if it was a minor, the nature of the incident would be different in an instant.

This catastrophe, it seems that the program group can't drag it out.

Qiao Zhihuan asked: "What about now? What is the program team planning?"

"They tried to push you out before."

Qiao Zhihuan was surprised: "Me?"

"Yes." Wei Lingfu nodded, "You have a high degree of attention, a good image, and you are in the same group as Zhao Yingjie. You even saved him when the incident happened. At the countermeasure meeting, it was agreed that you were the most suitable to stand up. The person who reports safety and calms public opinion."

Little Fang let out a cold snort: "The show team thought it was pretty good."

"A lot of people objected," Wei Ling said, "mainly the people from Big Orange, who thought you were too uncontrollable to be obedient, so this proposal was not approved."

The word "obedient" was a bit harsh, and the corners of Qiao Zhihuan's lips were slightly lowered: "Where is the conference venue?"

Wei Lingsu guessed his intention sharply, and immediately stopped him: "Don't stand out, Big Orange is holding a press conference now, obviously looking for a scapegoat, whoever stands out will be unlucky, the other party is not something you can compete with alone."

"Yes, Huanhuan, let's forget about this kind of thing."

"In there, it's all a game between big bosses and capital."

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly asked: "What if I didn't rescue Zhao Yingjie this time? What if the local hospital didn't have serum? Randomly changing the competition system and disturbing public opinion, that's fine. Let them fool around when human life is at stake. What do you think?" Will they have a bottom line in the future?"

The people around did not speak.

What Qiao Zhihuan said was reasonable, but to challenge the giant company in the entertainment industry alone, the difficulty and pressure faced by ordinary people would not dare to imagine.Even if the students agreed with his words, no one dared to stand up and support him.

Qiao Zhihuan: "Where is the conference venue?"

Asked about the location, Qiao Zhihuan immediately walked out, and just as he left the dormitory door, someone grabbed his left elbow.

Ye Cike looked at him: "Where are you going?"

The press conference was held at Studio 5.

The fermentation speed of this matter was beyond imagination. The program team seized the time and temporarily set up the press conference site in the studio.

The seats for hundreds of people at the scene are now packed to the brim with various media outlets and reporters.There are also some small media, because they don't have a pass, they all gather at the door like a swarm.

Chief Director Lei Gan, Vice President of Big Orange Entertainment Peng Qiang and others sat in the center of the press conference. First, they thanked the media for their concern and love. Then Deputy Director Dang Rui stood up and explained the facts. Of course, the responsibility of the program team was shirked. Clean and tidy, the focus is on the unpredictable weather at sea and the timely rescue of the program group.

As soon as she finished her statement, a reporter rushed to ask: "But after investigation, the students who had the accident were still wearing cold-proof clothing when they tried the waves. Is this true?"

"Why do you have to take off your winter clothing when you're actually surfing?"

Peng Qiang gave Dang Rui a look.

Before the press conference, they had unified their rhetoric, and it was Zhao Yingjie's personal decision to take off the winter clothes.

The deputy director of the party moved his lips, but he couldn't tell a lie.

The reporter continued to ask: "It is said that the person concerned has just turned 16 years old. May I ask if the program team thinks that a 16-year-old minor can take responsibility for his own decision?"

"Since there are underage students in the program group, what plans have been made for the psychological counseling and safety of minors?"

"The program team selected these high-risk projects, and did they go through safety experiments beforehand? If so, can they issue corresponding textual records?"

Seeing that Dang Rui did not cooperate, Peng Qiang glanced at Chief Director Lei Gan. Director Lei immediately raised the microphone after receiving the hint: "There must be a safety argument. No matter minors or adults, the program team has always paid attention to the safety of the students." Psychological problems. As for why you took off your winter clothes, you can ask me.”

There was an uproar in the arena.

Ask me?

Is Zhao Yingjie at the scene?

Is he all right?

Lei Gan gestured to the staff, and a thin young man was brought up from the side of the stage. It was Zhao Yingjie.

Zhao Yingjie's face was pale and blue, and his eyes were a little scared.

It can be seen that the makeup artist tried his best to make him more energetic, and specially used thick concealer and moisturizing lip balm, which made his face even more ashen.

Zhao Yingjie took the stage, bowed deeply without saying a word: "I'm sorry, because of my arrogance and self-willedness, I caused trouble for the program crew, the staff, and a kind person whose name I don't know."

"Taking off the winter clothes is indeed my personal decision. The program team also kindly persuaded me, but it's all my own will."

Peng Qiang evoked a smile, he looked quite satisfied.

"I……"

Zhao Yingjie wanted to continue apologizing, but was suddenly interrupted, "Wait a minute!"

Everyone in the arena looked towards the gate.

Qiao Zhihuan stood at the door, his eyes were cold, and the bright white light came from behind him, and he seemed to descend from a god.

Zhao Yingjie on the stage saw him at a glance. He was shocked for a moment, and then his eyes moved, as if he saw a savior.

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