A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

The program crew's loudspeaker blared at the entrance.

"Attention, guests! The rules are simple. We will start from here. There are four entrances: A, B, C, and D. Jiang Jingyan and Li Feng will go through entrance A, Chen Feng and Song Qianqian will go through entrance B, Wu Yurong and Gu Yu will go through entrance C, and Yang Fan and Su Xiaoxiao will go through entrance D."

"The haunted house has a complex and intricate layout. You might meet again around some corner, or you might just wander down a dark path! The first group to emerge will receive a mystery grand prize from the production team! And the last group..." Director Wang deliberately dragged out his words, "will face an inhumane ultimate punishment!"

"Now, please enter the haunted house according to your assigned groups!"

The camera panned across the four groups of guests, a veritable feast for the eyes on human diversity.

Jiang Jingyan, cold and aloof, took the lead and headed towards Entrance A.

Li Feng rubbed his hands together like a fly, his slicked-back hair and fawning smile plastered on his face as he followed behind: "Miss Jiang, please go first. This place has a lot of yin energy; I'll protect you from behind!"

With his hands in his pockets, Chen Feng strolled towards Entrance B, his leisurely demeanor as if he were going to the market to pick out cabbages.

Song Qianqian's makeup was still falling off her face from her anger, and she followed her inside through gritted teeth.

Wu Yurong wanted to grab Gu Yu's sleeve, but seeing his deadpan expression, she shakily entered Entrance C on her own.

Yang Fan straightened his short-sleeved shirt, which he thought looked very cool, and strode into Entrance D with an air of nonchalance, while Su Xiaoxiao followed behind with an expression that looked at him as if he were an idiot.

The heavy door slammed shut behind them.

The light was instantly swallowed up.

Area B.

A strong smell of preservatives mixed with the stench of cheap blood plasma hit the nose.

Darkness so profound that you can't see your hand in front of your face.

Chen Feng walked very steadily.

With his naturally calm and collected personality, this level of darkness was like wearing sunglasses to him.

But Song Qianqian, who was following behind, couldn't keep up.

Song Qianqian wasn't actually that scared, but she knew this was a perfect opportunity for publicity.

A lone man and a lone woman in a dark, haunted house—if she were to throw herself into Chen Feng's arms, tomorrow's trending headline would be "Shocking! Iceberg God Chen Feng Embraces Delicate Flower Song Qianqian in Haunted House!"

Traffic! This is traffic!

Song Qianqian took a deep breath and raised her voice.

"Brother Feng~"

Chen Feng walked ahead, feeling a tingling sensation down his spine.

This commotion was a hundred times more terrifying than the background music in a haunted house.

Just then, an extremely shrill scream pierced through the thick wall and came through.

"ah--!!!"

The sound was high-pitched and shrill, sounding like an old boar being plucked alive and having its head chopped off.

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Entrance A.

That pig-like scream was obviously coming from Li Feng, that incredibly cunning and ruthless fellow.

Chen Feng frowned slightly.

He wasn't concerned about whether the "pig" lived or died; he was just listening intently to see if Jiang Jingyan's voice could be heard.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Apart from the lingering echo of the word "pig," there were no screams from any women.

It seems Jiang Jingyan is alright.

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze and prepared to continue walking forward.

In the few seconds he paused, Song Qianqian had already groped her way closer.

The opportunity is coming!

"Oh dear, I'm so scared!"

Song Qianqian deliberately twisted her ankle and stretched out her two hands, adorned with exquisite French manicures, to precisely grab Chen Feng's arm.

Once she got her hands on him, she naturally fell into his arms! Perfect!

However, Chen Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

He simply raised his hand casually, executing a smooth block and sidestep.

"Smack."

Song Qianqian's hand was ruthlessly pushed away.

She missed her target, stumbled, and nearly fell headfirst into the arms of the prop skeleton next to her.

"What are you doing?" Chen Feng asked.

"I...I wanted to grab you," Song Qianqian pouted, looking aggrieved. "It's too dark here, I'm scared."

"Don't touch me." Chen Feng showed no mercy.

Why?

"You're blocking my view," Chen Feng said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Song Qianqian stood there, stunned.

She looked around at the dense, impenetrable darkness and felt that her intelligence had been severely insulted.

"What difference does it make whether your eyes are covered or not in a place like this?" Song Qianqian muttered under her breath, her face full of indignation. "It's all pitch black anyway!"

Chen Feng sneered: "Of course there's a difference."

"I'm not blind, but I'm afraid your powder will cover my retinas. When you lunged at me just now, I felt like half a pound of loose powder landed on my face."

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Haha! Chen Feng's disdain for Song Qianqian is written all over his face!]

[What the hell?! Half a pound of loose powder! Is Brother Feng's mouth coated with paraquat?! It's so barren!]

Does anyone actually like this kind of overly dramatic, whiny behavior?

[I love it! Having this whiny girl brings so much fun! Feng-ge, roast her! Don't hold back! Roast her hard!]

[Song Qianqian: I feel like I didn't come here to be on a dating reality show, I came here to undergo a tribulation.]

The scene shifts.

Area A.

If Zone B is a scene of passive-aggressive violence, then Zone A is a stage for pure comedy.

Li Feng collapsed to the ground.

Directly in front of him hung upside down a grotesque, disheveled ghost.

"Help! Help! There's a ghost!"

Li Feng closed his eyes and waved his hands wildly in the air.

Jiang Jingyan stood to the side.

Looking coldly at the man on the ground who had just boasted about his "outrageous audacity" before entering, she felt nothing, and even wanted to laugh.

"Shut up." Jiang Jingyan finally lost her temper.

Li Feng's howl stopped abruptly. He opened one eye, tears and snot streaming down his face, his voice trembling: "Miss Jiang! Run! This thing is going to eat people!"

"That's fake." Jiang Jingyan looked at him as if he were mentally challenged.

"What?"

"That's a puppet, not even an NPC. If you keep howling, I'll hang you up with it as a twin."

Li Feng was stunned.

He stopped his wild punches, cautiously approached, and poked the hanged man's leg with a trembling finger.

It's rock hard.

It's chilly.

It also has obvious plastic rough edges.

"It's really fake!"

Li Feng let out a long breath.

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of shame welled up inside me.

He, Li Feng, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, was actually terrified by a plastic mannequin, sitting on the ground and screaming for help! And this was right in front of Jiang Jingyan, the icy beauty!

How embarrassing! So embarrassing!

Shame instantly turned into anger.

"Damn it! A piece of junk plastic dares to scare me!"

Li Feng swung his arm and slapped the puppet's face hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

"You scared me! You scared me!"

Li Feng seemed to have found an outlet to vent his anger and regain his dignity, so he attacked the puppet with both hands.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The puppet was struck in mid-air and swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

"I'll beat you to death, you blind bastard! You dare stick your tongue out?! I'll shove it back in! I'm trained!"

Jiang Jingyan was completely speechless.

She watched this man, who was relentlessly attacking an innocent prop and frantically seeking attention, and felt as if her eyes had been injured at work.

How can there be such bizarre creatures in this world?