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Wu Yurong and Yang Fan are in this group.

Yang Fan pushed his electric bike to the intersection.

Wu Yurong sat in the back seat.

Yang Fan mounted the bike and pushed off the ground twice, but the bike didn't move.

He kicked twice more, but still didn't move.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Wu Yurong asked.

Yang Fan looked down at the electric scooter's dashboard: "How do you ride this?"

Wu Yurong cursed him as "useless" in her heart, but still wore a gentle smile on her face.

She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"I'll do it."

The two switched places. Wu Yurong got on the bike, and Yang Fan sat on the back.

Yang Fan didn't know where to put his hands, so he finally hugged Wu Yurong's waist.

Wu Yurong's inner monologue was, "Fuck you!"

But it cannot be triggered.

Yang Fan internally complained.

"What kind of waist is that? It's too thick! It's not even as slim as mine!"

Wu Yurong twisted the throttle, and the electric scooter lurched forward, causing Yang Fan to lean back and almost fall off.

[Hahaha! This is the first time I've ever seen a food delivery model like this! Two people riding one bike, one delivering and one riding—is this food delivery or a date?]

[Yang Fan can't even ride an electric bike? What?!]

I get the feeling they're all internally criticizing each other!

The electric scooter wobbled along for two blocks before reaching the intersection.

There was a traffic policeman standing in front, holding a baton.

After seeing Wu Yurong.

He frowned.

Wu Yurong raised her hand to signal for the car to pull over, and she applied the brakes, stopping at the side of the road. A traffic officer walked over, glanced at the two people, and then at the top of their heads.

"Wheelchair? You need to wear a helmet when riding an electric bike, don't you know that?"

Wu Yurong and Yang Fan exchanged a glance, and the air fell silent for a moment.

"A fine of fifty yuan per person."

The traffic policeman took out his ticket book from his pocket.

Wu Yurong's face froze.

She turned to look at Yang Fan.

"Where's the helmet?"

Yang Fan scratched his head: "I forgot to take it."

Wu Yurong took a deep breath and swallowed back the words, "Are you a piece of trash?"

With the last vestiges of gentleness in his voice, he asked, "What do we do now? We still have to keep delivering food!"

Yang Fan thought for a moment: "Should we buy two helmets?"

Wu Yurong said, "We have no money."

Money earned outside of their program cannot be used here.

You can only use the money you earn while working on the show.

The two of them are now penniless.

Yang Fan patted his chest confidently, "No problem, with my popularity, it's definitely possible."

After saying that, he walked towards a helmet shop on the side of the road.

[Does this require facial recognition? Weren't they saying facial recognition wasn't allowed?]

[Yang Fan's popularity? What kind of popularity?]

[Can a low-quality award really attract attention?]

Yang Fan pushed open the door of the helmet shop.

The store was filled with helmets, red, blue, and black, ranging in price from tens to hundreds of yuan.

Yang Fan chose the two cheapest fluorescent yellow ones.

He walked to the cashier with two helmets in his hand, smiled at the shopkeeper, and said, "I'll pay you for these later."

The boss, a middle-aged man in his fifties, was looking down at his phone. Hearing this, he looked up and sized Yang Fan up and down: "No way."

Yang Fan placed the helmet on the counter, puffed out his chest, and said, "I'm a celebrity."

The boss glanced at him again, his gaze lingering on his face for less than a second before shifting away to continue looking at his phone.

"I don't know him."

He picked up the fluorescent yellow helmet from the counter and put it back on the shelf.

"You can't take the helmet unless you pay."

[Hahaha! Face recognition failed! Yang Fan's face turned green when the boss said "I don't recognize him."]

Yang Fan lacked self-awareness; he felt that everyone in the country should know him, but his boss had never even heard of him.

The boss might be thinking: A celebrity? What celebrity? What have you acted in? I don't think I've ever seen you on TV.

Wu Yurong stood outside the door and heard the whole process clearly.

She pushed open the shop door and walked in, pulled Yang Fan aside, and stood in front of the counter herself.

"Boss, we can give you free GG, just give us two helmets."

The boss looked up at her, his gaze sweeping from her face to her chest, and then back to her face.

"No. You're too ugly."

Wu Yurong's smile shattered. Her lips twitched: "What makes you think you can call me ugly!"

The boss put down his phone and leaned back.

"You're ugly, look in the mirror."

Wu Yurong's face turned bright red, and she took a deep breath.

"I am Wu Yurong!"

The boss rolled his eyes.

"I don't know you, get out of my way, don't get in my way of doing business."

He pushed the two men out the door and closed it.

Yang Fan and Wu Yurong stood at the store entrance, both of them with empty heads.

[Hahaha! Wu Yurong got kicked out too! The boss has a sharp tongue!]

But the boss's taste is perfectly normal!

[The boss saved the day for netizens across the country. Yang Fan failed to use his face recognition, and Wu Yurong also failed; the two have finally realized their true level of popularity.]

So what about helmets? You can't ride a bike without a helmet, and if you get caught, you'll be fined.

Yang Fan stared at the closed shop door, remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at Wu Yurong.

Wu Yurong was also looking at him.

Neither of them spoke.

The traffic policeman at the intersection in the distance was still watching them.

Wu Yurong glanced at the delivery address on her phone, then at Yang Fan.

"What should we do?"

Yang Fan scratched his head and thought for a moment: "Shall we walk there to deliver it?"

Wu Yurong took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse.

"How long will that take? It's five kilometers! Do you know how long it takes to walk five kilometers? Can you get there in a minute?"

Yang Fan looked bewildered, and started counting on his fingers as if he were doing some kind of calculation.

"I don't know, but I guess so."

[Haha, these two clearly haven't experienced the hardships of life. Five kilometers in a minute? Even driving isn't that fast!]

[This is appalling! Don't these guys have any basic common sense? Five kilometers is five thousand meters. Even Usain Bolt takes five minutes to run that distance, how can you walk?]

Did Yang Fan learn math from Gu Yu? Yesterday Gu Yu couldn't calculate the cost of barbecue skewers, today Yang Fan can't calculate distance. A perfect match.

[Wu Yurong actually asked him, "Can you get there in a minute?" Was she serious? The combined IQ of these two probably doesn't exceed fifty.]

Wu Yurong gritted her teeth and put her phone in her pocket.

"Let's go then."

The two embarked on a long journey of delivering food on foot.

Yang Fan carried the black food delivery vehicle on his back.

She regretted it after walking only a few steps.

I'm so tired!

But she didn't say anything and gritted her teeth as she continued walking.

After walking for a few minutes, Wu Yurong felt something was wrong.

She stopped and turned to look at Yang Fan.

"Has it been more than a minute?"

Yang Fan also stopped, bent over and took a couple of breaths.

"I think so."

Wu Yurong took out her phone and glanced at the navigation. Her expression changed from confusion to shock, and from shock to despair.

"That's not right! How much further?"

Yang Fan leaned over and glanced at the screen.

It clearly states: 4.8 kilometers to the destination. Estimated walking time: 1 hour and 10 minutes.

The two people stood by the roadside, looking as if they had been struck by lightning.

[Hahaha! Four kilometers and eight hundred meters to go! What a lonely walk!]

Do these two have no sense of distance? Five kilometers, they've only walked a fraction of it, and they think they've arrived?

[How long will it take them to get there? An hour and ten minutes has passed; the guests have already finished their meal, and they're still on the road.]

Customer: Where's my takeout? Wu Yurong: On its way. Customer: On its way, where? Wu Yurong: About 4.8 kilometers away from you, I walked here. Customer: ???

Yang Fan swallowed hard, his voice dry: "How about we find a shared bike?"

Wu Yurong took a deep breath.

"Do you even have money? We can't even afford helmets, and you want to ride shared bikes? You can't even afford the deposit!"

Yang Fan fell silent.