Click!
A little stick broke directly in her hand.
What the hell?
She doesn''t have much strength, okay?
Here, one of the four legs is missing. Can it be built?
Bai Shiqi grabs her hair and wants to die, but the camera next to her is still facing her, which makes it hard for her to lose her temper.
Sitting directly on the ground, she began to fiddle with it. She was ready to inflate the air cushion first, but she didn''t get up after a long time. Did she think it was bad?
In the twinkling of an eye, the hostess''s tent was also put up, and she was the only one left, still a pile of semi-finished products.
"This plug is going to open." Fang Jiacheng suddenly came over and bent over to open a small yellow plug under the air cushion.
Bai Shiqi a Leng, looked at him a little embarrassed, "Oh."
Once again, the air cushion slowly rose. Bai Shiqi couldn''t help laughing. Next to him came Fang Jiacheng''s voice: "are you here to dismantle the props?"
Bai Shiqi looked back at him and saw that he was holding the broken stick in his hand.
“……” There seemed to be a sense of embarrassment in the air. Bai Shiqi gave him a wry smile, "that Maybe the quality is not very good. "
She swore that she didn''t really use much energy.
The stick didn''t disconnect directly, but it was still connected. Fang Jiacheng found tape in her backpack to wrap it around her, and slowly helped her set up the tent.
Host also came to help, looking at them with a smile: "online also spread discord between you, it seems to be a fake."
Fang Jiacheng squatted there, took a look at the woman around him, lightly hooked the lower lip, "it''s really discordant, now bear it."
When the camera was there, the host naturally knew that he was joking and cooperated with him with a smile: "Jiacheng is really humorous."
Bai Shiqi holds her knees and stoops to watch him tidy up the tent for her. She thinks this man is really fickle. She saw her with strangers two days ago, but now she is kind enough to help her set up the tent.
Sure enough, women are not fickle.
"All right." Fang Jiacheng slowly stood up, but suddenly in front of him, and the whole person stepped back unsteadily.
Bai Shiqi subconsciously reached out to help him, "Hey, what''s the matter with you?"
How do you look so bad?
Fang Jiacheng stood firm, raised his hand and stroked his forehead. "It''s OK. Maybe he squatted too long."
"Is it?" Bai Shiqi frowned slightly and put her hand directly on his forehead. "It seems that she has a fever."
Fang Jiacheng looked at her white face with low eyes, and her eyes flashed a faint smile.
Yu Guang saw the camera next to her and took her hand down. "It''s OK. Just have a rest."
Bai Shiqi suddenly realized something and scratched her hair a little embarrassed. "Then, you go to have a rest. I''ll study the map with the host."
……
At the end of the night, the recording is finished and dinner is given out, which is just a box lunch.
Bai Shiqi is hungry for a day. She sits at a place to eat. Her eyes turn slightly. She sees Fang Jiacheng sitting at the door of the tent with her legs bent up. She is lying on her legs and seems to be asleep.
In the afternoon shooting, he didn''t show it, only a few of them could feel his palms boiling hot when he helped her up the slope.
Hesitated for a moment, Fang Jiacheng went over there, took a bottle of mineral water and lunch box, walked towards him, sat down beside him, poked his arm, "Hey, don''t die here, or go to the hospital?"
Fang Jiacheng slowly looked at her side face, eyes with a trace of confusion, face particularly pale, "you don''t speak, no one when you dumb."