Picking Up Fragments

"Little Jiang, you're doing great! You're totally fit to survive on our show, Go Fighting," Wang Xun said with a smile.

The PT director following them also agreed. In such a short time since his arrival, Jiang Siming had already stolen the spotlight.

Especially in terms of looks, he even outshone Yang Yang. Once this episode airs, he's bound to attract a wave of female fans.

"I think Xiao Yueyue must hate us now," Reba said with a mischievous smile.

"Well, there's nothing we can do. It's fate. I wouldn't want to carry all that stuff for him either. It's exhausting," Xiao Zhu fully supported Jiang Siming's decision, feeling that it truly captured the essence of the show.

The remaining five people got off at their respective stops one by one.

In the end, only Jiang Siming and Reba were left, as their destinations were the farthest, meaning they had to stay on the bus longer.

"I'm so bored. Can you tell me a joke?" Reba asked Jiang Siming.

She didn't even know why she took the initiative to talk to him, let alone ask him to tell her a joke. Normally, she wouldn't strike up a conversation with strangers.

Jiang Siming didn't refuse and instead asked, "What's your acceptable level for jokes?"

"Huh? There are levels?"

"Of course."

"Then just tell me a normal one."

"Okay, let me ask you—do you use your left hand or right hand when you go to the bathroom?"

"Is this your idea of a normal joke?" Reba blushed. Who asks something like that?

"So, what's your answer?"

"Of course, I use my right hand. Do you use your left hand?" Reba answered confidently.

Jiang Siming smirked and said, "How can you use your right hand? We all use toilet paper."

Reba froze for a second before realizing she'd been tricked.

"You're bullying me! I'm not talking to you anymore!" she pouted, but the anger on her face quickly turned into a laugh.

Of course, people use toilet paper. Why did she even answer with her hand? How silly!

"Tell me another one! I won't fall for it this time. Give me an R-rated joke!"

"Wow, going all out? Are you sure they'll let it air?" Jiang Siming teased.

"Don't worry. If they can't air it, they'll just cut it. Go ahead," Reba said with a flushed face, challenging him. She didn't believe he'd dare to say something too extreme.

"Alright then. I dreamed about you last night. When I woke up, my pants were soaking wet," Jiang Siming said in a quiet, embarrassed voice.

Reba's face turned even redder. "You had a wet dream about me?!"

"No, you misunderstood. I dreamed of you without makeup, and I peed myself in fear," Jiang Siming smirked.

"Get lost!!!!"

Amid their playful banter, Reba reached her stop. Before getting off, she playfully cursed Jiang Siming.

"I hope you gain ten pounds today!"

Jiang Siming crossed his legs and replied, "No problem. I'm actually worried about being too thin. Gaining ten pounds sounds great."

"Hmph! I'm not talking to you anymore," Reba said, making a funny face before leaving the bus.

The director on board watched with amusement, feeling more convinced that pairing Reba and Jiang Siming as a CP (couple pairing) might be a great idea.

It was the first time Reba had been so chatty with another guest. Although Jiang Siming teased her a lot, she didn't seem angry at all. Her little "curses" were more like playful tantrums between close friends.

She was never this warm with other guests on the show, usually keeping a certain distance.

But with Jiang Siming, it felt like they had been friends for years.

If they weren't in contact privately, then it was truly rare for them to hit it off so well upon first meeting.

Not long after Reba left, Jiang Siming arrived at his destination—surprisingly, it was a supermarket.

Inside, there was a promotional sale for nut cakes. On the table sat an enormous piece of nut cake, along with a knife and a scale.

A staff member explained, "Your task is to cut the exact weight of nut cake requested by customers. You only get one cut. If the weight is within a margin of 50 grams, you pass. If you exceed the limit, you must eat the entire piece you cut before trying again, or until the whole cake is gone."

What the heck!

Jiang Siming was dumbfounded.

This task was insane!

One cut? And within 50 grams? Who could possibly get it right?

Sure enough, there are no free lunches in Go Fighting!

"I'll give it a try," Jiang Siming said, deciding to test his skills.

He cut a small piece to gauge the weight, got a rough idea, and then prepared for the real challenge.

The first customer was an elderly man.

"Give me twenty yuan worth of nut cake," the man said.

The price was five yuan per pound, so twenty yuan meant four pounds.

Jiang Siming estimated and made his cut.

When he weighed it, it turned out to be 5.5 pounds—1.5 pounds over the target.

That meant he had to eat the entire 5.5-pound piece of nut cake.

Oh my god, this task is just too devilish!

Jiang Siming stuffed the cut cake into his mouth with a bitter face. The first piece was still okay.

But after getting it wrong two more times in a row, Jiang Siming had already eaten nearly ten pounds of cut cake.

His cheeks were bulging, and he could barely speak properly. Although he could eat a lot, he never really liked cut cake to begin with.

If this continued, he would definitely have to keep eating. Who could handle this?

"No way... I have to find Yue Yunpeng... I can't do this task."

Jiang Siming decisively gave up on the task and called Yue Yunpeng.

Of course, Jiang Siming didn't trick him. He simply explained how difficult the task was and asked if he wanted to swap.

Yue Yunpeng, who was already suffering miserably, agreed without even thinking. Compared to being a laborer, he'd rather eat until he was full!

The two happily exchanged tasks.

Jiang Siming took a big gulp of mineral water to finally swallow the choking cut cake down his throat.

"Director, can you tell me what the other four dishes are?" Jiang Siming asked curiously.

"Pig trotters, dumplings, flatbread, and watermelon," the director replied. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

Just hearing this made Jiang Siming feel full. He quickly said goodbye and left immediately.

Yue Yunpeng arrived shortly after, afraid that Jiang Siming might change his mind, so he took a taxi.

"Brother Jiang, you're truly my brother! Carrying all that stuff almost broke me apart. You saved my life!"

As soon as he arrived, Yue Yunpeng gave Jiang Siming a big hug.

"No problem, leave the physical work to me, and the eating tasks to you. I've already eaten more than half of this first dish for you," Jiang Siming said.

"No worries! Brother, just watch me. I didn't gain all this weight for nothing!" Yue Yunpeng guaranteed confidently.

Jiang Siming silently prayed for him, hoping he wouldn't regret it later, as there was still a ton of choking food ahead.

Even if Yue Yunpeng could eat a lot, all that food would still be too much for him.