Meng Yao skillfully lit a fire, then piled wood on top, and the fire burned brighter and brighter.
[I’ll treat you to a meal: Wow, it’s really fire! Meng Yao actually got a fire!]
[Meimei: If I remember correctly, Meng Yao has never asked the production team for help or looked for cards, right?]
[One sentence to work hard on every day: Yes, yes, she built the tent herself, picked the food herself, and now she even lights the fire herself!]
[Reject emo: Good boy, if Meng Yao makes a grass skirt and wears it again, I won’t be surprised…]
[Brave Bull: My family, Meng Yao is amazing. This is not something that can be learned by just reading a few pages of a book, right? Meng Yao must have put a lot of effort into this program. I thought she was out of tune just because she sat under the coconut tree. I was blind...]
[Wooden: I thought it was a stubborn bronze, but who would have thought it was actually a king!]
[MuMu: Hey guys, professional players are not allowed to participate!]
Gradually, the screen of Meng Yao's live broadcast room was filled with one sentence: professional players are prohibited from participating in the competition.
Yang Jia had an ugly expression: "You, you actually got angry? How is this possible!"
The act of rubbing two sticks together to make fire only appears most often in movies and TV shows. It looks simple, but it is not easy to succeed if you are not familiar with it.
Yang Jia and his friends didn't try to light the fire at the beginning. They searched through the vast land for a long time, with their fingernails sinking into the mud, before they finally found the card with the lighter printed on it.
The firelight warmed up her cold fingertips, and Meng Yao's restlessness eased a little. But when she saw Yang Jia still lingering here, she became impatient: "Are you really going to force me to send you away in person?"
Her voice was not loud, but Yang Jia took a step back in fear. She clutched the lighter in her hand, and finally left in embarrassment.
Meng Yao roasted the fire for a while, and got up when she felt warm. After eating a coconut and two wild bananas, she decided to go to sleep.
There's no internet in this crappy place, and nothing to eat. I might as well go to bed early.
She had specially prepared a lot of food today. After all, it was to last until tomorrow, and she didn't want to go out to look for it again. Tomorrow's breakfast would be distributed according to popularity, and she had been hiding under the coconut tree except for looking for food. It was obvious with her toes that she was destined to miss the delicious meal.
It’s okay, it’s just for these two days anyway. When she goes back, she will still be the local tyrant who enjoys the best food and fish.
The fire at night is very important, on the one hand to warn and scare away wild animals, and another reason is because the temperature here is extremely low at night. With the program crew here, wild animals probably won't appear, but the latter still needs to be paid attention to, Meng Yao doesn't want to catch a cold.
Meng Yao was lying in the makeshift tent she had built. She closed her eyes, but her mind was filled with her snacks.
If the snacks were destroyed, she would have given up, but she knew her snacks were also on this isolated island. She could only think about them, but she couldn't touch or eat them.
Meng Yao stood up and went to look for the production crew again. Her purpose was very clear and direct: "Can't you really return the suitcase to me?"
The director firmly rejected her: "I'm really sorry, I can't."
Seeing that her goal could not be achieved, Meng Yao decided not to waste her precious sleep time here, so she turned around and left.
The director thought this would be a negotiation lasting half an hour, but he didn't expect Meng Yao to leave so easily.
However, the moment Meng Yao turned around, the director could clearly see a stubborn strand of hay in her smooth black hair, which was stuck to the end of Meng Yao's hair.
Only Meng Yao really came to the deserted island to survive. She did not ask for help nor did she use the "card" provided by the program team.
To some extent, Meng Yao is really independent-minded. She only cares about her own survival and doesn't care about the recording of the program. The two do not interfere with each other.
But who would have thought that after Meng Yao's various unique and cool operations, a large number of people would become her fans. Perhaps curiosity played a part, but it is unquestionable that there were millions of people staring at Meng Yao's live broadcast room while she dozed off.
Meng Yao is like a dark horse that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Yang Jia was still arguing about the allocation of tents. They had worked hard to get two tents. Logically, the best way to allocate them was to separate men and women, but Li Jin said that it was too crowded for three grown men to squeeze into one tent and he refused to agree.
Yang Jia couldn't hold back his temper, pointing at Li Jin and yelling, "What kind of man are you? You're the only one who's always causing trouble! You don't want to live with the others, do you want to live in a tent by yourself? How can you be so selfish!"
Li Jin was unhappy and pushed Yang Jia: "Who are you calling selfish?! Who was the one who wanted to eat the coconut alone just now? Can't I complain a little? This tent is not very big, do you think it will be crowded for three people?!"
Yang Jia had never suffered such injustice before, and she immediately reached out and pushed it back.
Han Mei stood not far away, the firelight shining on half of his delicate face. He looked at everything in front of him indifferently, and suddenly remembered what Guo Qing had said. As Guo Qing had said, under the live camera, the filth beneath the glamorous beauty could no longer be concealed.
Seeing that Li Jin wanted to continue pushing, Zhang Jiamin quickly stopped him: "Xiao Jin, it's only one night, just make do with it and it will pass. Stop arguing, let's get ready and rest. Look, Xiaoyao, who is not far away, has already fallen asleep."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jia subconsciously looked over there. The warm firelight set off the tent not far away, and it really gave him a feeling of peace and tranquility.
But how did Meng Yao fall asleep so quickly? Didn't she know that she had to move around as much as possible in front of the camera and say a few more words to attract the audience
Apart from looking for wood and coconuts, where else was she seen moving
Li Jin knew that if he continued to argue, he would go too far, so he replied sullenly: "Brother Jiamin, I get it, I just made a casual complaint, but who knew that Yang Jia would listen so seriously and insist on arguing with me!"
Fan Lan held Yang Jia back. Although she didn't like Yang Jia, she had to admit at this moment that Li Jin was indeed unmannerly.
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The next morning, the sun shone obliquely from the sky, dispelling the last darkness from the land.
All five people except Han Mei got up, because they remembered that food would be distributed according to popularity this morning.
(End of this chapter)