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As night falls, the sound of waves crashing on the beach becomes clear and rhythmic.

The lights came on in the courtyard of the Conch House, and Director Wang appeared on time again, carrying his old megaphone.

"Distinguished guests, did you have a good rest this afternoon?"

Director Wang had an inscrutable smile on his face, and Lin Yan had a feeling that this old man was up to something again.

"The storm this morning caused our production crew's water tank for storing fresh water to burst."

Director Wang pointed with an air of importance to several smashed plastic water towers in the distance.

"The fresh water in the camp right now is only enough for everyone to survive until tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Teacher He and the others' expressions changed slightly. On an island, the lack of fresh water could be fatal.

"But!" Director Wang drawled out.

"On the other side of Coconut Breeze Island lives a group of indigenous people. Tonight, they will hold a traditional bonfire party on the beach. The village chief has plenty of well water."

"Tonight's group mission: Everyone head to the bonfire party. Use your talents to impress the island's inhabitants and secure enough fresh water to last for the next three days!"

"Any talent is welcome—singing, dancing, magic, acrobatics, anything goes. As long as the villagers are satisfied, you can have a bucket of water! If you don't get enough water, you won't even have water to wash your face tomorrow morning!"

After Director Wang finished speaking, he gave Lin Yan a provocative look.

You think you're so arrogant? You think you can eat a lot? Let's see how you make porridge without water.

"Director Wang's move is brilliant. He's forcing these big stars to perform." Chef Huang shook his head with a wry smile.

"Let's go. We can't do without water; I want to wash my hair tomorrow." Teacher He stood up.

The group changed into comfortable clothes and, following the staff's directions, walked through a coconut grove to the white sand beach on the other side of the island.

From afar, you can see a huge bonfire shooting into the sky.

Dozens of dark-skinned indigenous people were singing and dancing around a bonfire, beating hand drums, and drinking homemade coconut wine.

The atmosphere was extremely lively.

Upon seeing the film crew and celebrities approaching, the indigenous people stopped what they were doing and waved enthusiastically.

The village chief was a thin, middle-aged man in his fifties. His Mandarin was not very standard, but he spoke with great energy.

"The big stars are here! Welcome, welcome! Want some water? No problem! But our rules here are that you have to earn it with real skills! You can't just fool people!"

The village chief pointed to a row of buckets next to him.

"Who wants to start?" Teacher He turned to look at everyone.

This time, Chen Yu learned his lesson. He quickly hid half a step behind Lin Yan, determined not to be the first to stick his neck out.

The shadow of being discouraged by dancing to boy band songs yesterday is still lingering. In this kind of raw, unfiltered environment, his electronic industrial garbage music is absolutely not suited to the local conditions.

If he angers the villagers and they refuse to give him a single drop of water, he will become a sinner for all time.

"Brother Lin Yan, why don't you go? You sing so well," Zhang Zifeng suggested softly.

All eyes turned to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan sighed and scratched his head.

I ate well and slept well today, so I'm in a pretty good mood. I need to finish work early so I can go home and relax.

"Alright then." Lin Yan walked to the campfire. The firelight illuminated his profile.

"Village chief, may I sing a song?" Lin Yan asked.

"Singing is good!" the village chief clapped his hands. "But young man, we're celebrating today, everyone wants to hear something cheerful. Don't sing those melodramatic love songs, they're making us feel suffocated!"

The villagers started making a fuss.

Lin Yan nodded. He turned and waved to the production crew: "Do you have a guitar?"

The stagehand quickly handed over a spare acoustic guitar from the production team.

Lin Yan took it, held it in his arms, and plucked the strings. His brows immediately furrowed.

"The strings are damp and out of tune; the second and fifth strings are terribly loose," Lin Yan said with a hint of disgust. This broken instrument was practically an insult to his hands.

Just as he was about to adjust the strings himself, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out and caught the guitar neck.

"Let me adjust it for you."

Lin Yan was taken aback and turned his head.

Shen Qingqiu walked up to him without him noticing.

The firelight danced in her eyes, lessening her usual icy demeanor and adding a touch of vibrant warmth.

The entire room fell silent for a moment, while the live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Holy crap! The diva herself tuned the instruments?! What kind of fantastical plot is this?!]

[Shen Qingqiu actually offered to assist Lin Yan today?]

[Who can resist this?! The way they're gazing at each other like that, I'll gladly accept this dose of PDA!]

Shen Qingqiu completely ignored the stares of those around her.

She skillfully picked up the guitar, placed her left hand on the headstock, and plucked the strings with her right thumb. She listened carefully to the pitch.

No tuner is needed.

"Zheng." The first string is in tune.

Her fingers made subtle adjustments to the tuning pegs, her eyes extremely focused.

Being so close, Lin Yan could even smell the faint scent of lemon shower gel on her.

"The material of this guitar is so-so; it loses tension after getting damp. I lowered the overall pitch by half a key. When you play, don't strum too hard, or you'll get fret buzz."

While adjusting the sound, Shen Qingqiu whispered instructions that only the two of them could hear.

"Thanks, boss." Lin Yan smiled.

"Don't call him boss."

Shen Qingqiu handed the tuned guitar back to him, her fingers inadvertently brushing against the back of Lin Yan's hand.

The warm touch made her fingertips tremble slightly, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

She looked up and met Lin Yan's deep, dark eyes.

In the firelight, the man's features were so strikingly deep they were almost unfair.

"Behave yourself today. Don't ruin the studio's reputation."

Shen Qingqiu added stiffly, trying to hide her slightly reddened ears. She turned and walked back to sit down in the crowd.

"Brother Lin, let's go! Give them a big one! We'll haul all the freshwater back today!"

Chen Yu clenched his fists and roared from behind, looking even more excited than when he went on stage himself.

Lin Yan, holding his guitar, walked to a wooden stump next to the campfire and sat down. The village chief gave up his microphone stand.

He looked down and adjusted the height of the microphone.

His gaze swept over the surrounding dark mass of people, finally settling on the distant waves.

A summer night, sea breeze, campfire, and ice-cold beer.

In this atmosphere, singing "Sorrow" would be too heavy, and singing "Once Upon a Time You" would be too melancholic.

We definitely need something extra sweet to ignite this night.

"Everyone," Lin Yan tapped the microphone, "the next song is one I haven't heard before. I just sat here, enjoying the sea breeze, and it came to me."

A gasp rippled through the audience. A song being written on the spot?!

Director Wang's palms were sweating behind the monitor.

This kid's at it again! He's improvising on the spot—even the top producers in the country wouldn't dare to be this audacious! And this is a live broadcast to tens of millions of people!

"This song has a pretty upbeat rhythm. If anyone can dance, feel free to come up anytime."

After Lin Yan finished speaking, he stopped arguing.

His right hand rested on the violin body, and his fingers did not strum in the traditional way. Instead, he struck the strings rapidly using an extremely complex fingerstyle technique.

"Crack! Clang! Clang clang!"

Exotic Latin chords, mixed with flamenco-like strumming techniques, poured out instantly from this broken guitar!

The rhythm is ridiculously strong! It's like a powerful South American hurricane suddenly erupting on a calm sea!

The indigenous people, who were originally sitting cross-legged on the beach, heard this prelude and their DNA was stirred, and their bodies subconsciously began to sway to the rhythm.

This joyful rhythm, ingrained in one's very being, is simply irresistible.