Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

The two people who have no talent for drawing fell into a state of silence for a period of time after this round of games. There were a total of twenty words. Even Jiao Tianlei's kitchen team, they were not so miserable.

What is the concept of only one of the twenty words in each group being correct?

"It's okay, we got four points." Feng Yun said optimistically: "The kitchen group also gets four points, and the painting group also gets four points. Isn't there no comparison?"

"Speak well." Bai Yumo covered Feng Yun's mouth and warned in a low voice.

Feng Yun half-closed his eyes and said with a smile: "All right, all right, I will definitely change."

"Okay, let's start the third round of the game-look at each other and smile. Two people in each group sit opposite each other and look at each other. The first person who laughs will prevail. Which group lasts longer without smiling? win."

The two chairs prepared for the game are not close or far away. Judging from the results of the three draws after the previous two rounds of play, this third round of the game will finally determine the ownership of the house.

Feng Yun and Bai Yumo sat down together, their legs touched each other, and Feng Yun, who was originally stiff, immediately smiled.

Bai Yumo kicked him lightly, "Be serious..."

"I try my best to control it." Feng Yun rubbed his face, "But it's a bit too difficult to control, I want to laugh when I see you."

Bai Yumo's ears turned red, but he still tried to keep a straight face, "Be serious..."

"Okay, okay." Feng Yun became serious again, he lowered his head, held back all his smiles, and quietly waited for the director to announce the start.

"Three groups, start the timing!"

Feng Yun raised his head, and the second he met Bai Yumo's gaze, he smiled again.

The corners of Bai Yumo's originally tense mouth also raised, "Okay, let's lose."

"I'm sorry, it's really too difficult." Feng Yun patted his face, and said helplessly, "I can't hold back when I see you, and it's not my fault."

"I know, me too." Bai Yumo stood up, and stretched out his hand to pull Feng Yun up.

-

This is a hut built on the edge of a field, perhaps just a hut for a family to take a short break when guarding the field in autumn.

The roof is made of wood and thatch mud, the walls are gravel and mud, the door is not high, even Bai Yumo is short, let alone Feng Yun.

"Wow, this is really... pretty good." Feng Yun looked at the two huts. There was a primitive stove at the entrance, and the stove was connected to the kang in the back room, which was used for heating in winter.

Bai Yumo's frowning eyebrows have been furrowed ever since he saw it from a distance, and now he can't even untie it.

He thought it was shabby, but he didn't expect it to be this shabby.

"Where do you get the bedding?" Feng Yun asked.

"The quilt needs to row to the other side of the river, where there is a bungee jumping event, one person jumps with a quilt, two people jump with a quilt and dinner." The director explained.

Feng Yun nodded to express his understanding, then he looked at Bai Yumo.

Bai Yumo hadn't moved since he stepped into the house. The one who stood there motionless just stared at the furnishings inside for a while and then became dazed.

That look was as helpless as it could be.

"Yu Mo." Feng Yun called him.

"En." Bai Yumo replied pitifully.

Feng Yun walked over helplessly, took Bai Yumo into his arms and comforted him: "Okay, anyway, there is a quilt under the bed, let's tidy up at night, brother will cook for you, huh?"

"It's too dirty...I didn't expect it to be so dirty." Bai Yumo put his arms around Feng Yun's waist, and said angrily, "I'm sorry..."

"What's there to be sorry for, I've slept in dirtier places before... just wait for me."

Feng Yun looked outside the door, then he walked over to close the door, and took off his clothes to cover the camera.

Bai Yumo blinked, and his heart beat faster, "This, this is recording a program."

Feng Yun walked into another room, "What are you thinking, I'm going to change clothes, let's go bungee jumping."

"Oh." Just bungee jumping.

Bai Yumo felt a little frustrated, he was so depressed, Feng Yun only thought about bungee jumping.

"What should I do with this Mai? What if I change clothes?" Feng Yun's voice came from the back room.

Bai Yumo was helpless, and said as he walked, "It's fine if you take it off."

"How do you pick it?" Feng Yun casually put the wheat on the bed, and when Bai Yumo walked in, he stretched out his hand, and the latter was immediately thrown into his arms with his mouth covered.

The short exclamation did not make any sound because his mouth was covered.

Bai Yumo looked at Feng Yun in shock, and the latter's hand untied the wireless microphone from his waist.

"It's really hard to be a star." Feng Yun leaned close to Bai Yumo's ear, his voice extremely low, and before the latter could answer, he pressed against Bai Yumo's neck.

"Don't, leave a mark..." Bai Yumo grabbed the clothes on Feng Yun's shoulders and tried to lower his voice.

"I have a measure." Feng Yun replied: "You can rest assured."

"You can do this kind of thing...it doesn't seem like you have a share..."

The rest of the words were silenced, Bai Yumo patted Feng Yun's shoulder angrily, and the latter immediately held his hand and pressed it to his abs.

There's a nice touch to the tight, firm muscles there.

Bai Yumo couldn't help touching it a few more times.

"Look, you don't stop me." Feng Yun smiled, "As long as you say a word of refusal, no, as long as you shake your head, I will immediately get serious."

Bai Yumo looked at the smile on the man in front of him, as if he was sure that he would not refuse.

He really wanted to refuse, but who made the abdominal muscles feel so comfortable, who made Feng Yun insist on provoking this matter.

Bai Yumo looked at the watch on his wrist - it was specially worn for recording variety shows, after all, taking the phone away is equivalent to losing the sense of time.

"5 minutes." He lowered Feng Yun's head slightly, and kissed her again.

"This is not enough." Feng Yun sighed inwardly, but still cherished these 5 minutes.

In the 5 minutes that passed quickly, he didn't have time to taste the snack in his arms seriously.

But just over a minute later, Bai Yumo pushed Feng Yun away, "Okay, change clothes."

"Yes, yes, you call it throw away when you're done using it." Feng Yun took off the vest on his body, and then took out a short sleeve from the suitcase and put it on.

Bai Yumo also changed one, and the two of them, one black and one white, looked like a combination.

Feng Yun took off the clothes hanging on the camera, straightened his hair in front of the pitch-black camera, and then said to Bai Yumo, "Let's go, do you dare to bungee jump?"

"Should? I haven't played it before." Bai Yumo wasn't quite sure, "What about you?"

"I'm quite scared, why don't we have a couple style?"

"As soon as you said that, I knew you must not be afraid."

"Hahaha, you really understand me, Yumo." Feng Yun seemed quite happy.

When they came to the bank of the river, they happened to see the other two groups that were circling in the middle of the river but couldn't reach the bank anyway.

Feng Yun shook his head, walked to the boat first, and then stretched out his hand, "Slow down, if you fall into my arms, we will feed the fish together."

Bai Yumo ignored his outstretched hand, stepped on the boat very quickly, tilted his head with a proud face, "I don't need your help."

"Tch, I'm just joking, if you stretch out your hand, I'll definitely slap you."

After Feng Yun finished speaking swearingly, Bai Yumo stretched out his hand, "You want to hit?"

"I..." Feng Yun, who had just finished speaking harshly, looked at the hand, thought for a while and patted it, and urged: "It's alright, it's alright, I didn't hit the other side for a high-five."

Bai Yumo was holding an oar, watching Feng Yun skillfully untie the rope, using the oar to prop up the pier, and with only his strength, the boat sailed towards the opposite bank.

"Aren't you sitting and rowing?" Bai Yumo asked.

Feng Yun laughed, "Which boatman have you seen rowing while sitting?"

Bai Yumo pointed in a direction. Not far away, there was a boatman sitting on a boat and rowing leisurely.

Feng Yun was silent for a while, and added after a while: "This is more handsome."

"What else do you not know?" Bai Yumo looked at the speeding river, and at the other two groups who came here from nowhere and were still circling.

At this moment, they are far away from the correct dock.

"Oh, you ask me like that, I really want to say something coquettish." Feng Yun sighed, "But forget it, I will answer you when I have a chance."

"You better stop answering." Bai Yumo thought it must be something that could not be broadcasted.

The two were the first to arrive at the pier, and also the first to arrive at the bungee jumping site.

Feng Yun walked behind Bai Yumo, always paying attention to whether the other party felt scared, but to his disappointment, Bai Yumo walked up to the preparation area above with a normal expression, and put on the protective clothing under the guidance of the staff equipment.

"Brother, can we dance that kind of couple's dance? I'm afraid of heights." Feng Yun squatted down and said to the staff pretendingly.

"Are you afraid of heights?" The elder brother was also surprised, "Then how did you walk up just now?"

"Can we dance together? There are couple models, right?"

"Yes, there is, but you guys are not recording the show, can this work?" The staff looked at the camera behind.

Feng Yun glanced at the camera, who immediately contacted the director and gave a positive answer.

"Look, the director agreed." Feng Yun spread his hands, showing a pitiful expression, "Yu Mo, do you just have the heart to watch me worry about it?"

"Okay, I can't bear it, come here." Bai Yumo stretched out his hand to beckon, Feng Yun immediately overcame his fear of heights and ran to Bai Yumo.

The staff put on the equipment for them and carefully explained the essentials of the descent.

"Are you going to jump by yourself, or am I pushing you?"

"Thank you, brother, we can just dance by ourselves." Feng Yun hugged Bai Yumo tightly and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ah."

"That jumps—"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yun took Bai Yumo and jumped down without hesitation.

The staff blinked and asked the photographer beside him, "Is he really afraid of heights?"

The photographer smiled awkwardly, "Well, he said yes."

The process of falling has a very obvious sense of heart suspension and weightlessness, and it is impossible to breathe for a few seconds.

Bai Yumo didn't feel scared, because there was a heartless laughter next to his ear.

The rope bounced a few times, and finally calmed down.

Feng Yun smiled and said, "Do you remember what you asked me before?"

"What?" Bai Yumo's mind went blank.

"You ask me, what else can I not know."

"Yes, you want to say your dirty words?"

"Hahaha, that's right." Feng Yun coughed lightly, held Bai Yumo's face and kissed it, and assured him in a serious tone: "I won't leave you, be good."

This time it was Bai Yumo who kissed first, usually when he took the initiative, he was in a good mood.

"It's not easy for you to take the initiative once."

"Hmph, you are too proactive."

"No, I'm just weird. Who seduced me in the first place? One by one, Mr. Feng, and he left his phone number, and let me stay at home overnight. It's almost as if I was raped on the spot."

"Ah!" Bai Yumo was taken aback, and immediately said: "I was obsessed with ghosts at the time."

"Oh, but I'm really looking forward to the day you take the initiative to pick me up." Feng Yun pulled the rope, and the two of them landed safely on the receiving boat immediately.

After taking off the protection, Feng Yun took the rewards from the mission and said cheerfully: "Tomorrow you will come with me to repair the car."

"I don't know how to repair cars." Bai Yumo said confidently.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to repair it. You will be responsible for the hardest and most tiring work tomorrow. Go to the car wash and wash the dirtiest car. After washing, I will check it with white gloves. If there is a little dust, you can rewash it."

"Really?"

"I can still lie to you."

"You only scare me." Bai Yumo shrugged, "I don't believe you asked me to do this."

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because I like you."

Feng Yun stopped in his tracks, staring at the righteous Bai Yumo, and couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

He put his arms around Bai Yumo's shoulders, "Okay, for the sake of what you said, my brother will arrange an easy job for you tomorrow."

"Won't you let me wash the car?"

"Who will let you wash the car? How can I let you do such a tiring job? I'm just joking. I'm willing to let you do it."

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

-

After returning to the house, Bai Yumo began to tidy up the bed, while Feng Yun looked at the dirty stove and thought for a while.

He asked the director: "Can this thing be disassembled?"

"Remove it? It's fine, we've discussed it with the owner, but what do you want..."

Before the director finished speaking, he saw Feng Yun grabbing the two handles of the iron pot and pulling it abruptly from the stove.

That is a new pot that has just been built not long ago, and they made it old on purpose.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yun asked.

"No, nothing." The director shook his head and silently exited the room.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yumo poked his head out from the back room, "Oh, can this pot be taken down?"

"Yeah, have you made your bed?"

"Well, it's done, what else do I need to do?"

"Go and borrow a lighter from the people here." Feng Yun said, "I'll take the pot to the river to clean it."