He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Chapter 105: Is the Extreme Challenge turning into a food show?

Director Yan came in, stood in front of the coffee table, and cleared his throat.

The crowd quieted down.

"I'll explain the recording process for tomorrow."

Huang Bo leaned back on the sofa: "Director Yan, get to the point first, what time will you wake me up tomorrow?"

When this was mentioned, they all looked at Ye Mo without prior agreement.

This guy really screwed them over.

Ye Mo pretended not to know.

Director Yan laughed and said, "There's no wake-up call."

Huang Bo visibly relaxed, but Sun Honglei immediately followed up with a question: "Are you sure? You said no last time too, but then Yixing came to blow my ear at four in the morning."

Zhang Yixing quietly raised his hand from the side: "I was forced into it too."

Director Yan's lips twitched slightly: "This time, really not. Everyone get up as usual and meet at the restaurant downstairs at 8:30. Tomorrow's theme is—'The Heirs'."

Huang Lei closed the booklet: "Inherit what?"

"Gold bars, you seven are the six brothers of a wealthy family—Wang Xun is not a brother, Wang Xun is the butler. Before the master passed away, he converted all his inheritance into gold bars and hid them in a vault. You will have to complete a series of tasks to determine the order in which you enter the vault and the number of gold bars you take. The first task is—to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

There was a two-second silence.

Huang Bo: "Have we gone from a 'Go Fighting!' show to a food program?"

"This isn't a food show. The number of roasted sweet potatoes you eat determines the order in which you enter the vault. The more you eat, the earlier you go in, and the earlier you go in, the more you get."

After saying that, Director Yan added, seemingly unintentionally, "I suggest you take as much as you can, as you'll need gold bars for later missions."

The group exchanged glances simultaneously.

Ye Mo noticed that Huang Bo tapped his fingers twice on the sofa armrest, Huang Lei pushed his glasses up, and Sun Honglei paused for a moment while twisting the mineral water bottle.

The more you take, the better—you can't completely believe that these words coming from Director Yan, but you can't completely dismiss them either.

The experience from the last episode was all too clear: every word Director Yan said is worth pondering repeatedly, but pondering too deeply can easily lead to a pitfall.

"Alright, the rules will be announced tomorrow morning. Get a good rest tonight." Director Yan said and left.

As soon as the door closed, Huang Bo was the first to speak: "I don't like roasted sweet potatoes."

Sun Honglei pointed at him with a mineral water bottle: "Do you not like roasted sweet potatoes, or do you not like being the first one in?"

"I don't like any of them."

"Then you'll be the last one to go in."

"Yes, you guys take it first, just leave some for me." Huang Bo leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked so calm that no one present believed him.

Zhang Yixing looked at Huang Bo and then at everyone else.

He spoke in a low voice: "Everyone, be careful about eating sweet potatoes tomorrow."

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He said this with great sincerity.

Ye Mo glanced at him and almost believed him.

He used the same tone when we met last time in the early morning.

The little lamb has already started to change!

Huang Lei's tone was like taking attendance in class: "Based on the experience of the last session, the first task often determines the pace of the whole thing. I suggest that everyone rely on their own abilities and not form any alliances. None of the alliances from last time survived to the end."

These words were spoken casually, but everyone understood the underlying meaning.

Only Ye Mo remained silent.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind replaying Director Yan's words: "Take as much as you can."

While everyone else was figuring out how to queue, he was figuring out something else entirely.

If the more you take, the better, then that's interesting.

Because gold bars are physical objects, and physical objects can be hidden away.

Last time he set a trap at dawn, and this time, he wouldn't mind being an assassin again.

It's mainly for the sake of program effects and variety show effects.

He only becomes popular when the results are good.

Consequently, the actor's salary will also increase.

The next morning at 8:30.

Downstairs in the restaurant, the long table was covered with roasted sweet potatoes.

It wasn't the kind of elaborate plating; they just brought out seven iron plates, each containing a full twenty pieces.

Of course, it's the smaller kind.

The sweet potatoes were still steaming, their skins charred black, and their sweet aroma filled the entire restaurant.

Seven people stood in front of the long table.

Everyone was thinking to themselves, "This is going to be another tough battle!"

Ye Mo was thinking that there seemed to be no loopholes for overtaking on a curve; the only option was to fight head-on.

"The rules are simple." Director Yan picked up the megaphone. "Each person has twenty roasted sweet potatoes in front of them. One point is awarded for each one eaten. People will enter the vault in order of their total score. Butler Wang Xun will go in first to help the maids clean up. This will not be counted in the overall ranking, but it will determine how the gold bars are arranged."

Sun Honglei was taken aback: "Why is Wang Xun the butler? He's a regular guest too."

"Due to the order of appearance in the first episode, he was the last to enter Ye Mo's room."

Director Yan originally wanted to arrange for Ye Mo to be the housekeeper, since he was a guest star and would be very suitable for the job.

But then I thought of his cunning nature.

Letting him in means no one knows what will happen next.

"On your marks. Ready—Go!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire atmosphere of the restaurant changed instantly.

Just a moment ago, everyone was saying they had an upset stomach, didn't like roasted sweet potatoes, and told everyone to take it easy, but now they're all like completely different people.

Huang Bo grabbed two sweet potatoes, took a bite from the left and a bite from the right, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

Huang Lei ate slowly, but he didn't follow a set rhythm. He first used a spoon to cut the sweet potato in half to cool it down, and while others were still blowing on it, he had already finished one.

Sun Honglei didn't peel the skin at all; he ate it whole, skin and all, leaving a scorched ring around his mouth.

The little pig takes a bite of food and a sip of water, then flushes it down with the beverage.

Zhang Yixing was the most refined. But the most refined one was actually the slowest.

Everyone put aside their idol image, just to be the first to go in.

Ye Mo stood in front of the long table, looking at the twenty sweet potatoes in front of him.

Take a deep breath and pick up the first sweet potato.

Without blowing on it or peeling it, I bit it off directly, chewed it twice, my Adam's apple bobbed, and I swallowed it.

The little pig next to it happened to look up and saw what was happening.

His eyes widened, his mouth still stuffed with half a sweet potato, and he mumbled, "Ye Mo, did you chew it?"

"I didn't chew it." Ye Mo picked up the second sweet potato, bit it, swallowed it, and his Adam's apple bobbed again.

The third one, the fourth one.

Huang Bo stopped eating, turned to look at Ye Mo, and watched as Ye Mo swallowed the fifth sweet potato without changing his expression.

He nearly dropped the sweet potato in his hand on the table: "Are you crazy? You're going to swallow it whole when it's so hot?"

"Brother Bo, you're such a slow eater." Ye Mo picked up the sixth sweet potato and held it up to him. "I'm a special forces soldier."

After saying that, he ate the sixth one.

He doesn't want to talk anymore.

Sun Honglei, munching on a sweet potato, muttered, "A madman. This guy is a madman."

The seventh, the eighth, Ye Mo didn't give himself a chance to catch his breath.

He could feel the dull ache in his throat from the sweet potato, but he couldn't stop—he had to be the first to enter the vault.

He had to be the first to enter the vault. Therefore, he had to be the first to finish eating.

The ninth, the tenth...

Ye Mo grabbed the last sweet potato, took a bite, and swallowed it.

Then he placed both hands on the table, glanced to his left and right, and said, "Brothers, thank you for your kind offer."

Huang Bo's half-eaten sweet potato stopped in mid-air. He looked up at him, sweet potato bits stuck to the corner of his mouth, and his expression was enough to make a meme.

"You—you've finished eating?"

"I'm done eating."

"Twenty? You swallowed them all? Without chewing?"

"Not chewed."

Huang Bo put half a sweet potato on the table, turned to the camera and said, "Viewers, you can see this. This person eats sweet potatoes without chewing them. This isn't a variety show; it's a survival challenge. I suspect he used to be in the military."

Ye Mo had already headed towards the vault.

Sun Honglei's voice came from behind: "Director Yan, could we add a rule? From now on, you can't swallow food whole!"

Director Yan's answer was drowned out by a chorus of wolfing down food and wailing.

The vault was at the end of the corridor, with a heavy security door wide open.

The room was dimly lit, and rows of gold bars were stacked against the wall.

Golden and gleaming, genuine and high-quality, each one is printed with the words "Extreme Challenge".

Ye Mo stood at the entrance of the vault and glanced at the gold bars.

Then he didn't go to get the gold bars.

He walked to the props table, squatted down, and began rummaging through his backpack.

The cameraman/PD followed and zoomed in.

Ye Mo took out a packet of 502 glue from his backpack.

He gave a thumbs-up to the camera.