Abstract Art Award Winner

Back at camp, the others were astonished by Zhou Le's haul.

Deng Chao: "Zhou Le, is there anything you can't do?"

Chen He: "I now seriously suspect that Zhou Le is Bear Grylls' Chinese counterpart!"

Sha Yi: "Tonight's seafood feast depends on Le'er!"

With the ingredients ready, the next step is to play games to win cooked food or get splashed with water.

The rule is: the director takes out the grilled food or empty hands, and the guests choose whether to take it or not.

The choice is simple: if the director has food in his hand, he gets it; if he's empty-handed, he gets a bucket of water poured on him.

Choosing not to eat would be safe, but there would be no food.

At first, everyone hesitated, afraid of being splashed with water.

After watching for a while, Zhou Le said directly, "This game is very simple, just always choose 'yes'."

Chen He: "Huh? What if I get splashed with water if I'm empty-handed?"

Zhou Le analyzed, "Look, if you choose 'no,' you definitely won't get any food, but you also won't get splashed with water. If you choose 'yes,' you have a 50% chance of getting food and a 50% chance of getting splashed with water."

But on a deserted island, food is far more important than avoiding being splashed with water, right? And so what if you get splashed? On such a hot day, it's a good opportunity to cool off with a shower, so no matter how you look at it, it's a win-win situation.

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood!

"That's right! Zhou Le, you're so smart!"

"How could someone have such a brain?!"

So, what followed was:

The director took out roasted chicken wings

Deng Chao: "Yes!"

Director: Empty Hands

Lu Han: "Yes!"

Then, laughing, I got splashed with water and indeed felt much cooler.

Director team: "..."

They suddenly felt that the game design was pointless.

In the end, everyone enjoyed the grilled seafood and the various barbecues they had won; although simple, they tasted exceptionally delicious.

Deng Chao munched on a chicken leg: "Mmm! Delicious! Food earned through one's own labor tastes the best!"

Chen He: "It's mainly because Brother Le's seafood is so fresh! These razor clams are amazing!"

Sha Yi: "It would be even better with some wine..."

Wang Baoqiang ate a steamed bun while eating seafood: "Great! Awesome!"

During a casual chat over dinner, Deng Chao asked, "Le'er, is your directorial debut, 'Making a Name for Yourself,' coming out soon?"

Zhou Le nodded: "Yes, it's already in the scheduling process."

Lu Han: "We must book the entire venue to support them!"

Liu Haoran: "Brother Le is directing for the first time, so he must have a lot of ideas."

Chen He: "I've seen some of the trailers that were released before. It's a suspenseful comedy, which is quite interesting."

Zhou Le expressed his gratitude: "Thank you everyone. This is my first time filming, and I'm still figuring things out. There are bound to be many shortcomings, and I hope you will be understanding and offer your valuable suggestions."

Everyone expressed their support.

After eating and drinking my fill, a feeling of fatigue sets in.

Everyone laid out their sleeping bags in the huge tent that had been obtained in exchange for the enormous crater, and soon drifted off to sleep.

The snoring was deafening, especially from Sha Yi and Deng Chao, who seemed to be having a contest to see who could snore the loudest.

However, around 2 a.m., when everyone was sound asleep, the assistant director's gentle call and bright lights rang out from outside the tent: "Lu Han, Zhou Le, wake up! A new day has begun, and we have new games to play!"

The tent was deathly silent, then filled with various painful groans.

"Who is it...? What time is it...?"

"Let me die..."

"Director, I hate you..."

The assistant director's voice continued: "Please choose your outfits for today's next task! We offer two options: formal wear or casual wear."

Choosing different outfits might lead to different levels of difficulty in the missions!

The people inside the tent struggled to get up, their eyes still heavy with sleep, as they looked at the two rows of clothes that the staff outside had brought in.

One row consisted of crisp but obviously out-of-place shirts and trousers; the other row featured normal T-shirts, shorts, and sportswear.

Lu Han clutched her head in despair: "Two in the morning! On a deserted island! They're asking us to choose between wearing a suit or a T-shirt?! Is this something a human being would do?"

Zhou Le was also a little confused.

This production team is utterly inhumane.

Do we still need to address these two points?
Zhou Le looked at the clothes and the phone held by the assistant director.

"I think I know the format of the next part of the program, right? Is it similar to a role-playing game?"

Zhou Le felt that the production team did have some ideas, after all, since its inception, Wuha has been one of the more innovative variety shows in China.

Although some commercialization is inevitable, the production team will still try their best to come up with something interesting.

This approach of suddenly calling people up and then posting options on the official Weibo account for viewers to choose from is very similar to tabletop role-playing games.

However, after Zhou Le made this suggestion, the assistant director didn't do anything; he just told them to prepare in advance.

The voting ended a few minutes later, with more than 100 people participating. The majority of them chose to allow them to wear formal attire.

Zhou Le and Lu Han looked at each other in bewilderment.

But then Zhou Le looked helplessly at the director, who was momentarily stunned by Zhou Le's stare. Although they were currently filming a variety show, Zhou Le and Lu Han were both incredibly handsome. One was genuinely handsome, and the other had a sunny, rugged, and aggressively handsome charm.

The assistant director, being a woman in her early twenties, felt a little embarrassed under their gaze.

"What's wrong? Do you have any questions about the game's flow?"

Hearing this, Zhou Le said helplessly, "No, what I mean is, how about we block the camera a little? We need to change clothes. If we just broadcast it like this, wouldn't your program be a bit too explicit?"

The assistant director then realized what was happening and quickly directed the cameramen to leave, then helped close the tent. However, she could still hear the rustling sounds coming from inside, and deep down she was still a little tempted.

After all, Zhou Le and Lu Han were changing clothes inside. Even if she said she didn't want to see them, she was worried that her nose would suddenly grow longer.

Not long after, the two came out dressed in formal attire, which was really just a shirt and trousers.

The clothes were a bit large, and as Lu Han walked out, she carefully held up her waistband with her hand. In contrast, Zhou Le's clothes, though also a bit loose, were much neater.

After all, Zhou Le is taller and has a better physique, but he's not the kind of person who's just skinny.

So at this moment, she was able to use her natural advantage to hang the clothes up. The director's eyes sparkled, but she still controlled her tone, not wanting to lose her composure too much.

As Zhou Le had anticipated, the next development was exactly what happened. After the first choice was over, the second choice came immediately. The production team then posted a Weibo asking the audience to help them choose whether to have a Chinese breakfast or a Western breakfast.

"No, is this for real? It's not some rigged poll, is it? Are those polls really what the audience wants to see?"

Zhou Le raised a question, but the assistant director quickly showed the two of them the phone screen.

Zhou Le was speechless as he looked at the number of votes. He had glanced at the first option and hadn't suspected much at the time, but the two options combined only had about a hundred votes. Now, the number had skyrocketed to over a thousand.

"Could this be vote rigging by you guys?"

"No, our staff just checked the super topic. Many of your fans stayed up all night, so they voluntarily shared it. The vote count is real now, and we have no reason to fake it. It doesn't matter whether a thousand people vote or a hundred people vote. We just want the result."

Zhou Le nodded, but then he thought that Chinese breakfast probably didn't have any major pitfalls. It was only when they got to the table that they realized they were wrong.

There are many kinds of food here.

But upon looking at the food, all he saw was dry rations. Lu Han's face fell. Although he had diarrhea earlier and his stomach was quite empty, it was only 2 o'clock and he couldn't eat so much, especially since it was all carbohydrates.

Zhou Le's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the dry rations.

Although he ate a lot that night, it was mostly meat and seafood. Without any carbohydrates, he felt empty and didn't sleep very well. He was surprised that the production team had this thoughtfulness.

So he immediately sat down at the table happily and began to eat heartily, but after finishing, he was still a little unsatisfied, so he looked over at Lu Han.

"Can you finish it? If you can't, I'll help you with some."

Lu Han was overjoyed upon hearing this.

So after he finished what he was eating, he gave the rest to Zhou Le. Zhou Le finished the rest in a few bites, but then suddenly felt a little choked.

"Do you have any drinks here? Eating alone is too dry."

That's exactly what the assistant director was waiting for.

"We can provide you with drinks, but there must be two servings, one for each of you."

Zhou Le then looked at Lu Han.

"Brother Lu, want some?"

Lu Han didn't think too much about it. Although he only ate a small portion, the smooth drink made him feel a little better.

It was only after the drink was served that they realized it was fermented mung bean juice.

Lu Han immediately put on the mask of pain again, and after taking a sip with a lot of hesitation, her face was completely contorted. In contrast, Zhou Le finished the soy milk in one gulp and looked like he hadn't had enough.

"You can't even drink douzhi (fermented mung bean juice)? I thought you were from Beijing, so drinking this shouldn't be a big problem for you, right?"

"Hey, even I, a Beijinger, can't drink this. Not all Beijingers can get used to it."

Zhou Le nodded, then reached out and took the other person's soy milk and drank it all in one gulp, only then did he feel much better.

"Thank you for the hospitality, the production team is very kind."

They then continued their journey.

On the way, Lu Han asked Zhou Le curiously, "Aren't you full after eating so much?"

"It's alright. Because I personally consume a lot of energy, I tend to eat more. But we're in a normal period now, so I don't need to control my diet. I can manage to eat until I'm about 50% full."

Lu Han was dumbfounded: "You mean you only felt half full after eating so much?"

"Pretty much, but if you really want to say 5.5, that's fair to say."

Lu Han: "."

From then on, the audience made choices for them at every step. However, when they reached a door at the back, they faced the choice of whether to go left or right. In the end, the audience helped them choose the right side. But when they opened the right door, they found that it was solid inside and they couldn't get out at all.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Le's heart skipped a beat.

"Is this going to mean we're back to square one?"

The assistant director gave him a knowing look: "That's right, you need to go back to the state you were in when you first woke up."

Zhou Le: "."

Lu Han: "."

Helpless, they could only return to where they started, change their clothes, put on the pajamas they had worn to bed, and start over.

This time, the audience chose to wear casual clothes. Zhou Le nodded and then looked at the assistant director and the cameraman behind her.

The assistant director was stunned: "What's wrong? Do you feel the clothes don't fit properly?"

Zhou Le was even more helpless: "No, what I meant was that we need to change our clothes."

The assistant director blushed and left.

They quickly changed into new clothes and came out, where they ran into other guests who were also going through the same process.

But at this point, their options have changed.

The audience vote still goes on to determine which item receives the most votes. The rule has changed to: if the number of votes is odd, they can eat the corresponding breakfast; if the number is even, they have to wash the dishes, regardless of which breakfast they choose.

Both sides were waiting until the voting period ended. Zhou Le's side showed that they were having a Western-style breakfast, and then Deng Chao and the others all had to go wash the dishes.

Deng Chao and the others were dumbfounded. They were woken up in the middle of the night to play a game. If they didn't get up, they would be splashed with water. They got up in a daze and had to change into formal clothes before they could proceed to the next step.

After we changed our clothes, we were told to go out for breakfast, but right after we drew lots, we were assigned to wash the dishes.

It's so hard, so incredibly hard. Why can they eat there?
Deng Chao, Chen He, and the others were very puzzled. Why couldn't they get to eat breakfast?

They didn't look up until Lu Han let out a terrified scream from the other side of the dining table.

"What is this? Why does it smell so bad? Could the sandwich have gone bad?"

Zhou Le leaned over and smelled it, then opened the packaging and thought for a moment: "Could this be canned herring?"

After he finished speaking, he opened the sandwich and sure enough, he found a piece of canned herring inside. Although he had never eaten it, he had seen it online.

"How can we eat this? It smells terrible."

Zhou Le thought for a moment, then put the bread back on top of the sandwich, and took a bite.

"It really smells bad, but it's so salty. However, it always feels a bit better when mixed with bread."

Zhou Le felt that this stuff wasn't meant for normal people; any normal person would feel physiologically nauseous at the sight of canned herring.

Unfortunately, Zhou Le is not a normal person.

The people who were washing the dishes were laughing, but after Zhou Le finished eating, they actually started wiping their mouths seriously and began to describe the taste. After they finished, they nodded very affirmatively.

"Well, I think it's pretty good. At least the flavor is quite novel, and the combination doesn't feel as unpalatable as some people online have said."

Although it smelled a little bad, I still thought the meat melted in my mouth.

After Zhou Le finished speaking, Lu Han looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't believe that such words could come out of Zhou Le's mouth. He hadn't even eaten it and felt that this thing was too anti-human.

But as their eyes met, he quickly understood Zhou Le's meaning. Although the others were washing dishes, he himself had been eating canned herring, and he absolutely couldn't let them have it easy. They had to share both the good times and the bad. (End of Chapter)