Chapter 8: Chapter 008: Survival Skills Chapter 8: Chapter 008: Survival Skills When Shen Yan was leading Wen Yan down a solitary path, her fans, enraged, stormed into Shen Yan’s live broadcast room and joined the trolls in berating her.
The two newly minted fans of Shen Yan put up a fight against the trolls and her fans, making for quite a spectacular scene.
The person in question knew nothing about this.
Shen Yan moved swiftly, with Wen Yan lagging behind, barely managing to carry his own tent without gasping for breath like a bull.
Shen Yan, on the other hand, was carrying a huge load of stuff without breaking a sweat or even getting out of breath.
She was as cool and comfortable as if she were strolling in her own garden.
Wen Yan couldn’t help but wonder again if Shen Yan’s load was lighter than his.
Seeing Wen Yan struggle like this after just a short distance on a mountain path, Shen Yan couldn’t help but shake her head in exasperation.
If his physical fitness was this poor, he needed serious training!
After the age of fifteen, Shen Yan had always been running around in the forests. She was quite familiar with wilderness survival.
Moreover, this deserted island had been scouted by the production team, making it quite safe for her.
Her sense of direction was good. Without needing a map, she could easily find her way to the endpoint.
“Let’s take a break,” Wen Yan, dizzy from exhaustion, felt like vomiting.
Unable to endure any longer, he leaned against a boulder, gasping for air as he called to Shen Yan ahead.
Shen Yan pointed ahead, “I see a stream up there, we should be able to catch some fish.”
Lunch was sorted then.
Wen Yan was already out of strength.
Even if there were fish, he didn’t want to move anymore. Might as well resign himself to drinking air for lunch.
After all, it was all pointless toil.
Shen Yan ignored Wen Yan’s slump and walked over, dropping her load onto the ground with a thud.
It was evident that her load was indeed not light.
She took out a knife, chopped up some miscellaneous tree roots, sharpened one end, tried it in her hand, and then took off her shoes to reveal her fair, flawless feet.
She rolled up her trousers a bit.
Her pale skin, lit by the ripples of the river, appeared even more lustrous and jade-like!
Barefoot, she stepped into the shallow river and swiftly speared toward the fish coming out of the dark stream.
Her movements were swift and decisive.
Wen Yan watched from a higher vantage point and was about to sneer at her actions when he saw Shen Yan strike twice in quick succession, lifting up three lively, flapping fish!
Wen Yan’s eyes were wide with amazement!
How was this possible?
Shen Yan flipped the fish onto the shore and speared twice more.
Only catching one this time.
Four fish was enough for a meal.
Shen Yan hadn’t expected to be this lucky, to find fish in such a place.
All of the wild fish were almost as big as the palm of a hand.
Shen Yan, back on shore, began gutting the fish by the river’s edge—scaling, removing the gills, and cleaning out the innards before running two clean sticks through them.
Only after all four were cleaned did she search for a place to start a fire with some dry wood, set up a stand, and slowly fry them in a flat pan.
The production crew had provided salt and a bit of oil.
They weren’t going to make them eat bland, tasteless food.
Wen Yan was dumbstruck.
Shen Yan had spent less than ten minutes to complete all these tasks.
The smell of the fish drifted over, prompting Wen Yan to suddenly come to his senses and run over.
Staring at Shen Yan in shock, he said, “You, you really are Shen Yan!”
Shen Yan gave him an indifferent glance, “If you want lunch, come and help.”
“Oh, oh…”
Wen Yan was still a bit stupefied.
Wen Yan squatted opposite her, eyeing the fish that were starting to smell delicious.
“Flip them, don’t let them burn,” Shen Yan passed the stick to him.
“Then, what about you?” Wen Yan unconsciously took it in his hand.
“Looking for wild vegetables,” they can’t just eat fish after all.
Wen Yan blinked foolishly, staring blankly at Shen Yan as he walked away. His hand touched the edge of the pot and scalded him, making him retract it quickly.
At this time, the chat in Shen Yan’s live-streaming room became eerily quiet.
[Hahaha, look at how you guys can bad-mouth Shen Yan now.]
Shen Yan’s top fan was brimming with pride.
Another fan with little flags commented: [Look how stunned you Wen Yan fans are. Shen Yan’s move is 6666…]
[Scared you clueless Wen Yan fans, lol…]
Wen Yan’s fans and the haters were not going to stand for it.
[Surely the show crew has rigged the scenes.]
[That must be Shen Yan’s body double.]
[The fake princess hired a body double for the show, I’m gonna puke!]
[Pff, acting blind—Wen Yan fans and haters are equally nauseating. Look at Shen Yan’s professional moves, professional fishing—none of those who handle fish have Shen Yan’s skills! Worthy of being my idol! Carry the banner for Shen Yan, let’s go!]
The drone that followed the filming captured the scene of Shen Yan picking wild vegetables.
The audience’s eyes were sharp, especially those from rural areas who could tell at a glance that the wild vegetables Shen Yan found were edible.
The haters, whether the vegetables were edible or not, claimed Shen Yan had inquired with the show crew in advance or had pre-selected the area for future picking.
In any case, haters will always find a loophole to throw insults.
Passerby fans came in, rolled their eyes at the nitpicking and insulting barrage.
Originally neutral observers, they were instantly captivated by Shen Yan’s appearance upon seeing her.
They didn’t know about the earlier parts, but what they saw now—Shen Yan didn’t act like the other celebrities, all prissy and pretentious. She was beautiful, down-to-earth, and likable.
Only the haters would be blind enough to miss out on such a great person.
Because of Shen Yan’s actions, she gained some fans, and her number one fan immediately created a fan group for Shen Yan and pulled all her fans into the group.
Now, with no other messy rankings to swipe for, fans focused on sending barrage comments.
Shen Yan was unaware of all this and continued to pick wild vegetables, only to come back to see Wen Yan had burned a fish to a crisp, her mouth twitching.
“Let me do it,” Shen Yan pointed to the vegetables she had picked, “go wash them.”
“Oh,” Wen Yan, hating that he couldn’t cook, took the vegetables down to the river to wash. He had crouched for so long, that when he stood up, he slipped on a smooth stone.
“Ah…”
Wen Yan, clutching the vegetables, was about to fall into the river in a twisted shape.
The filming staff sucked in a breath at the sight.
The water just in front of Wen Yan was a bit deep, and Wen Yan, who couldn’t swim, turned pale at the thought of plunging in.
But quicker than the staff was a graceful figure, whose pale hand suddenly seized Wen Yan’s wrist and yanked him back.
Wen Yan spun half a turn, pulled backward by a force until he landed on solid ground, his shaky form finally steadied by a hand across his waist.
The entire process lasted just a few seconds.
Shen Yan, from dashing forward to catching Wen Yan with one arm, moved in the blink of an eye.
When people saw the nearly six-foot-tall Wen Yan leaning on the slim Shen Yan, their jaws dropped!
[Damn! Hero saves … no, beauty saves the dude!]
[Freaking cool! Ahhh! How can someone be so cool!]
[Oh my gosh! First time realizing Shen Yan can be so cool. All those who sent hate comments, aren’t you afraid of karmic retribution?]
[Wen Yan fans, aren’t you going to come over and thank her? Wen Yan is too frail, right? He couldn’t even wash vegetables without falling, wasn’t it on purpose?]
Wen Yan fans temporarily shut up.
Shen Yan let go of Wen Yan and said indifferently, “Be careful.”
Still shaken, Wen Yan stammered, “Thank, thank you…”
Shen Yan went back to check on her fish, hoping it wouldn’t be burnt again.
Off-camera.
In the medical room.
The stunning man in front of the screen watched the scene, his brows slightly furrowed, then silently pressed down on the tablet.
