Chapter 26

But the woman called Aunt Huang was no doubt one of the most capable top agents today.

Upon hearing the song, the woman immediately grasped its key point.

Although the lyrics were simple, the song felt grand, and most importantly, its meaning was uplifting.

It was perfect for all kinds of large-scale galas and ceremonies, but above all, it matched Yang Xinyue’s image perfectly.

If the Fuwa girl sang this song, the reaction and buzz it generated would surely top the trending charts.

“Quick, find out who the original singer is—I need to track down the original version.”

The woman called Aunt Huang hurriedly turned to Yang Xinyue’s assistant.

Seeing Aunt Huang no longer scolding Yang Xinyue, but frantically trying to find the song’s original singer.

The assistant, aware of the urgency, quickly opened her computer to search.

But before the assistant could fully boot up her computer, Yang Xinyue softly spoke up.

“No need to look—it’s probably Xiao Shen’s improvised composition, inspired by his current mood.”

“How do you know?”

Upon hearing this, Aunt Huang and Xiao Mi both spoke up at once.

“Hehe, as a seasoned net surfer, reading danmu is a must-have skill.”

Hearing this, the agent Aunt Huang and Xiao Mi both turned to the danmu on Yang Xinyue’s phone.

What song is Xiao Shen singing? This song is so interesting—does anyone know the title? I want to set it as my ringtone.

“This song is festive—perfect for holidays or family celebrations. I want the original version too.”

“I think I’ve never heard this song before—that can’t be right! As a karaoke king, I shouldn’t have missed such a fun tune.”

“Fast-fingered brothers, search it now—slow ones, wait for the results.”

“Do you think this song might be Xiao Shen’s original composition?”

“No way! Does Xiao Shen even have this kind of talent?”

“Why not? I’d believe you if you said Xiao Shen built his own rocket and flew to Mars to meet aliens.”

“Haha! Awesome!”

“It’s not on Yi Yun Music!”

“It’s not on QQ Music either!”

“Not on Doggy Music either!”

“Not there…”

“Not there…”

“I checked, guys—we can close the case now. I’m certain this song is Xiao Shen’s original.”

“Xiao Shen is awesome!”

“Xiao Shen is awesome?”

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“Xiao Mi, try to contact Master Xiao Yi—I want to talk to him.”

Xiao Mi “…”

“Just a moment ago you called him that livestreamer guy—now suddenly he’s ‘Master’? Aunt Huang, your flip-flopping is terrifyingly fast.”

“What are you standing there for? Hurry up, girl!”

Seeing Xiao Mi still motionless, the woman shouted sharply.

“Aunt Huang, it’s not that I don’t want to contact Master Xiao Yi—it’s that he’s on this survival show and has cut off all contact with the outside world.”

Xiao Mi spoke, slightly wounded.

At that moment, Yang Xinyue also realized something and turned to her agent.

“Aunt Huang, you’re not trying to steal my idol’s song, are you? I won’t allow it—it would make my support for Xiao Shen feel tainted.”

Hearing this, the agent rolled her eyes and tapped Yang Xinyue’s head, sighing.

“Tainted? You’ve watched too many online dramas—your brain’s gone soft. Singing your idol’s song lets you get close to him AND earns him a nice royalty payment—it’s a win-win. Why not do it?”

The woman called Aunt Huang spoke, exasperated.

“Hmm, that does make sense… but Aunt Huang, you have to pay my god a lot for the royalty.”

Aunt Huang “…”

How did I end up with such a wasteful brat?

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Xiao Yi naturally had no idea of the impact this song, “Good Days,” was causing.

At this moment, Xiao Yi’s return speed was extremely fast.

Having learned his lesson from this trip, Xiao Yi had left markers along the trees.

Even so, by the time he returned to his shelter, night had already fallen.

As Xiao Yi left the cave, a limping, bruised, and swollen black bear slowly arrived at the cave entrance.

Seeing how blackened and transformed his cave had become, the bear froze, too terrified to enter his own den.

Was this even still his den? How could it change so much just from stepping out?

The cave still smelled of smoke from fire—had the forest burned? But it hadn’t.

Today was the most difficult day of the bear’s life.

After circling the cave entrance three times and confirming no danger remained, the bear slowly stepped inside.

“Roar!”

“Roar!”

But as soon as he entered, the bear erupted into furious roars—he smelled the man’s scent inside his den.

This was too much! Trying to kill me was bad enough, but now you’ve broken into my home? Unforgivable.

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Inside his shelter, Xiao Yi had already started a fire.

The delicious grilled fish and savory fish soup satisfied his taste buds completely.

Fish was truly the most delicious food in the world!

The bitter blueberries—he never wanted to eat them as a staple again.

Mo Dekai: “I agree completely!”

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Meanwhile, back at Mo Dekai’s shelter, hundreds of miles away.

Mo Dekai finally received some good news.

The diarrhea caused by acute gastroenteritis had finally improved by nightfall.

But before that, he’d earned the nickname “Golden-Haired Liu Lang,” derived from his six bowel movements in one night.

Clearly, the netizens were cruel.

Still, the bad news remained—he still hadn’t found any food, so after the diarrhea, he could only stare longingly at the berries that caused it, continuing to starve.

But Mo Dekai had already made up his mind: tomorrow, no matter how weak he felt, he would expand his search for prey.

Or rather, he had to gamble everything—his weakened body could no longer endure starvation.

If he still failed to find prey and replenish his lost nutrients, he’d have no choice but to press the rescue button.

Yet Mo Dekai was filled with resentment—he didn’t want to be the first eliminated, as that would crush his future confidence.

Equally miserable was Wang Xing, whose foot had been pierced by a thorn.

After returning to his shelter, Wang Xing hadn’t left his campsite for hours.

Unlike starving Mo Dekai, he still had some leftover squirrel meat from his morning hunt to satisfy his hunger.

But Wang Xing had been overly optimistic after being pierced by the nail.

Now his foot had swollen—proving the nail hadn’t been as clean as he’d thought.

Still, Wang Xing was a tough one: upon seeing his swollen sole, to prevent infection and stop bleeding,

he heated his dagger over the fire, gritted his teeth, and seared the puncture wound.

Everyone in his livestream felt a chill, then secretly admired and pitied him.

No wonder he was a Chinese special forces soldier—this kind of willpower and endurance was pure military training.

As for the others, though each faced their own hardships, their situations were clearly far better than these two.

And these two were widely believed by netizens to be the first ones eliminated.

Not because they lacked skill or survival ability—but because they lacked a touch of luck.

In wilderness survival, luck is infinitely amplified—it can determine whether you live or die.