60: I gave you chicken soup, and you responded with paraquat.

Chen Fang closed the system, changed into the traditional clothes of a corpse driving, and walked out of the guesthouse.

He wore a black linen shirt on his upper body, a black belt around his waist, and straw sandals on his feet, looking simple, mysterious, and solemn.

After standing at the entrance for two minutes, the other three also came out dressed similarly, and the four of them, accompanied by the villagers, walked together towards the large rock peak further behind the mountain.

At ten past eight, the four arrived at their destination.

This was a large rock crevice. The entrance was like an acute equilateral triangle tens of meters high. The rocks on both sides got closer and closer as they went up, closing at the top, preventing light from entering and forming a dim space. The ground was about ten meters wide, with a stream flowing through it.

Today, they were going to film the corpse driving process here, and then transport the corpses back to the village.

Logically, corpse driving should be done in the middle of the night, not during the day. However, for viewership ratings, Teacher Tian also hoped more people would understand corpse driving, and the village chief wanted to film the scenery, so they chose to film during the day.

And performing the corpse driving process in this dark rock crevice would be closer to the real situation and create a strong atmosphere.

Walking into the rock crevice, the production crew had already set up lights, and staff members were tidying props—torches were placed by the wall next to the crevice, ready to be lit. When filming officially began, torches would be used for illumination.

Behind a large rock were two sets of straw dummy corpses supported by bamboo poles; later, the four of them would carry the corpses in pairs.

In front of the large rock, Tian Gangwu, dressed in a Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and holding a copper gong and a soul-calling bell, was talking to the young men from the village.

The four went over to greet him, then sat down on small stools by the rock wall, waiting for the production crew to start filming.

As soon as he sat down, Pan Pengpeng stood up again, tiptoeing to look in the director's direction, glanced a few times, and turned back to say, “There’s ciba and Bailiyuan over there. I haven’t had breakfast yet. I’m going to get some.”

Xie Yunxuan also stood up, “I need a refill.”

Zhao Jin’s mouth was slightly open, “What is Bailiyuan?”

Guo Congxin, looking tired and carrying camera equipment, walked over and replied, “It’s a type of rice tofu, soft, sticky, and chewy, similar to regular tofu but more elastic, and similar to rice cakes but finer.”

Zhao Jin hesitated for a moment, “It’s probably going to be tiring this morning, so I’ll have some too.”

The three walked a few steps and looked back at Chen Fang.

Chen Fang shook his head, “I’m full, you guys go ahead.”

The three walked towards the director, leaving Chen Fang and Guo Congxin.

Guo Congxin placed his equipment aside, plopped down on a rock, and yawned, “Another day of work, so tired.”

Chen Fang smiled slightly, “It’s good to be tired. Being tired means you’re on an uphill path.”

Guo Congxin scratched his head, “Thank you.”

This must be his self-comforting words, right?

It’s truly not easy for him to encourage others while facing his own difficulties.

He used to think he was sharp-tongued, but it seems that was just him being like a hedgehog, hiding his sadness. In reality, he’s a very warm person.

Just as he thought this, Chen Fang shrugged, “But others are riding a cable car.”

“…”

[Guo Congxin Negative Emotion Value +166]

Guo Congxin narrowed his eyes.

Sure enough, Chen Dog can’t say anything good. You, Chen Dog.

After cursing a few times in his heart, Guo Congxin quickly talked himself out of it.

Forget it, he might be feeling bad himself. After all, he’s being suppressed by capital, so it’s normal for him to be negative.

Guo Congxin hugged his camera equipment, waved his hand, “No, no, I still have to struggle. Don’t be afraid of hardship.”

“Hmm,” Chen Fang nodded, “Endure hardship when you’re young, so you’ll be used to it when you’re old.”

[Guo Congxin Negative Emotion Value +199]

Chen Fang glanced at him, only to see him taking a deep breath.

199?

This is too calm, isn’t it? He’s risking the collapse of their friendship, and he only gives a little over a hundred negative emotion points. This is simply a disregard for his character!

Brother, can you not be so calm?

Chen Fang said seriously, “I’m not trying to discourage you. What I mean is, as the saying goes, ‘you are what you eat.’ Eating bitterness won’t make you superior; eating people will.”

Guo Congxin sighed inwardly, “Poor Chen Fang.”

[Guo Congxin Negative Emotion Value +66]

66? — Chen Fang heard this number, and a big question mark appeared in his mind.

Student Guo Congxin, did you get magic resistance?

What’s with that look of emotion and concern? Is he feeling sorry for him?

No! How can you feel sorry for a celebrity who earns hundreds or thousands of times more than you? Where’s your resentment?

Just then, another voice came from his mind.

[Zhao Jin Negative Emotion Value +233!]

Chen Fang looked back and saw Zhao Jin holding a plastic bag of ciba, eating it as she walked over and sat next to him.

Student Zhao Jin’s value is still higher.

Zhao Jin swallowed the ciba in her mouth, looked at him sideways, “You’re really a nice person, saying things that make people want to die first thing in the morning.”

Zhao Jin took another bite, mumbling, “Actually, every age group encounters unhappy things. There were worries when we were little too, it’s just that we don’t remember them clearly when we grow up. Look on the bright side, you’re not RMB. What’s more, RMB even gets complained about for having a smell of money.”

Zhao Jin blinked after speaking. No, he’s already very brave. If it were her, she would probably have become an ostrich who never leaves the house by now.

Guo Congxin echoed, “Yes, society has its beatings, and even at school, it’s not necessarily all happiness, right?”

Zhao Jin nodded, “Let alone university, which is a small society. Even in high school, everyone has many worries.”

Guo Congxin saw that Zhao Jin was also comforting Chen Fang, so he continued to ask Zhao Jin, “Teacher Zhao, in your memory, were there any particularly difficult things at school?”

Zhao Jin finished her last bite, tossed the plastic bag, which arced into the trash can, “Yes. Seeing top students flaunt their grades, seeing couples flaunt their affection, and seeing rich kids show off their wealth.”

Guo Congxin nodded, finding it very reasonable.

Chen Fang shook his head, “What’s that?”

Guo Congxin looked at him.

What’s that? Grades, love, money, isn’t that enough?

Could it be that he was bullied too? Oh my god, does he have to be that miserable?

Just as he thought this, Chen Fang raised an eyebrow, “What’s even more unbearable, of course, is: seeing top students flaunt their affection, seeing rich kids flaunt their grades, and seeing couples flaunt their wealth.”

Pfft! Zhao Jin and Guo Congxin simultaneously narrowed their eyes, feeling as if their hearts had been stabbed.

Two thoughts popped into their minds at the same time—

You offer him chicken soup, and he returns it with herbicide.

He deserves to be scolded!

Director, please be sure to mute this guy’s microphone when you chat with the kids tonight!