Chapter 20: Holy Shit, This Sudden Exposure!

Chapter 20: Holy Shit, This Sudden Exposure!

"The Blue Team wins with zero casualties."

"The undercover mission failed; the participants face punishment."

"..."

The broadcast exploded in their ears. Lu Yuanhang looked incredulous. "How could they lose?! How incompetent can they be?!"

The live camera panned over, and the chat erupted with laughter.

"I guessed right—Lu Yuanhang is definitely the mole!"

"Dying of laughter! They deliberately gave you alone time with the prisoner to lure you into a trap. You couldn't even see that and still call others incompetent?!"

"Hmph, if the mole were someone else, the Red Team might have had a chance. They wouldn't have lost so badly!"

"Blue Team: Having a mole like you is our good fortune!"

Seeing Jian Li leading the Blue Team back to the base fortress, Lu Yuanhang couldn't help but confront them. "How did you know I was the mole?!"

After saying this, he quickly refuted himself. "No, you didn't figure it out; it was just a coincidence."

"That sniper was too careless, not realizing he was being followed."

"Truly an incompetent teammate!"

Lu Yuanhang sighed as he summarized, blaming the failure on others without hesitation.

Unbeknownst to him, when the Red Team reviewed the footage later, they clenched their fists in fury.

"In the next field battle, we must take him out first!"

"Absolutely, how infuriating!"

"..."

Thus, in subsequent field battles, Lu Yuanhang always ended up being the first one eliminated, knocked out early.

He was extremely frustrated, even complaining that the opposing team was deliberately targeting him, trying to stir up public opinion for his sake...

Of course, these were all events yet to unfold.

—

At noon in the cafeteria, the food was plentiful.

Instructor Feng Dayuan, usually stern, couldn't hide his smile. "Winning so quickly after just one day of training is impressive!"

"Enjoy some good food to replenish your energy, and keep up the good work!"

Jian Li plopped down onto a chair, glancing at the table. He whistled inwardly—wow, the food was indeed excellent.

Braised beef with tomatoes, chicken stewed with potatoes, steamed flounder, braised pork knuckles, fried river shrimp, and a few side dishes—it was like a wedding banquet.

Without hesitation, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the beef. Behind him, a voice grumbled.

"Why do they get to sit at that table while I'm stuck here? This is blatant discrimination!"

Lu Yuanhang was visibly upset, almost jumping in frustration. The cameras kept him from lashing out.

A production guide approached with a professional fake smile. "The director said you have two options: forty laps around the training field or rice porridge with pickles for lunch."

"What?!" Lu Yuanhang doubted his hearing, staring in disbelief. "Forty laps?! Twenty laps would exhaust me, and you want me to run forty?!"

"So, you have a choice," the guide said calmly, infuriating him further.

Lu Yuanhang took a deep breath. "Fine, you want to play like this, don't regret it!"

He wasn't foolish enough to run forty laps under the scorching sun.

Rice porridge and pickles, no matter how unappetizing, were better than physical punishment.

With a threat, Lu Yuanhang sat down at a round table, picked up a bowl of porridge, took a perfunctory sip, and slammed it back down.

Fans watching the live stream reacted.

"What's Lu Yuanhang complaining about? Didn't he fail the mission?"

"Oh, he's a spoiled rich kid, so what if he has a temper? I heard he made the blood bank staff work overtime when he was hospitalized!"

"Before coming here, didn't he say he wanted to change? Now he's slacking off and blaming his teammates? Can't we kick Lu Yuanhang out already?!"

"The entertainment industry is messed up because of people like him, warping fans' tastes!"

"I declare, starting with me, let's boycott him. If he can't handle it, he should leave!"

As Li Lin, his agent, sent screenshots of the chat to Jian Li, he was devouring pork knuckles. Glancing at the messages, he smirked nonchalantly.

In the original story, similar comments flooded in, harshly criticizing the protagonist.

Due to physical exhaustion and collapse, he was forced to leave the island for medical treatment, never receiving another job offer afterward.

He became a small-time celebrity, confined to a villa by Lu Siqi as a punching bag...

Clearly, the plot was diverging.

That nauseating, melodramatic ending was likely changing quietly.

"What are you looking at?"

A faint breath brushed his ear, and Jian Li was taken aback, instinctively moving back slightly. Looking up, he met Huo Xiao's dark eyes. "Just browsing."

"Your online friends are quite talented."

"Are they?" Huo Xiao leaned in closer, peering at Jian Li's palm. "White, young, and slim? What kind of description is that?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" Jian Li raised an eyebrow, nodding toward another table. "Those types, for example."

Following his gaze, Huo Xiao nodded slightly. "Yeah, pretty accurate."

The already irate Lu Yuanhang, hearing the voice behind him, turned around furiously. "Jian Li, you have the nerve to talk about me? Look at yourself—what kind of state are you in?"

"Skinny as a bamboo pole, weak and fragile..."

Suddenly, he couldn't continue.

After all, in the field broadcast just now, Jian Li had been the best shooter, the MVP of the game... There was nothing fragile about him.

Damn it, when did this bastard get so strong?!

Lu Yuanhang silently turned back, finding the congee in his mouth even more unpalatable.

At this moment, the guide with a megaphone stepped in front of the camera. "Dear fans, the voting channel has been open for over thirty hours and will be closing soon. We're about to tally the votes for the first round of the most popular lone warrior."

"Those who haven't made their choice yet, please log onto the official website and cast your vote for your favorite participant..."

Hearing this, Lu Yuanhang discreetly picked up his phone and sent a message. "No matter how many fake accounts we hire, make sure I get the first place!"

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After lunch, they didn't rush into training.

Feng Dayuan specially approved an hour for bathing.

After all, the feeling of camouflage uniforms sticking to one's body wasn't pleasant.

"Pair up freely, twenty minutes per group," he paused, then looked at Luo Xiaohong. "Ladies go solo, no time limit."

Upon hearing this, the chat exploded.

"Bathing? In pairs, like picking up soap? Hahaha, can we have a live stream of the whole thing? Don't treat us as outsiders!"

"I bet Brother Xiao and Li will be in the same group. They're about the same height, both with great physiques. Just thinking about it makes me excited, squee!"

"I'm going first. Whoever wants to join me, follow along," Jian Li said, heading towards the bathroom while lifting his shirt, revealing his well-defined abs.

The live stream erupted in screams.

"Holy crap, I wasn't expecting that flash of skin!"