Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!

When the camera cut back, the three had already returned to the small cabin.

The mud on Jiang Yan's body had mostly dried from the wind, and he walked with an extremely awkward and uncomfortable posture all the way.

It not only drew strange looks from the villagers but also successfully made the hundreds of thousands of live stream viewers burst into laughter.

As expected, he topped the trending search again.

The photos of him crawling out of the mud instantly spread across various media platforms, perfectly paired with a catchy bgm, providing a refreshing jolt to the mind.

But what about Zhao Lang?

He also crawled out of the mud pit, covered in mud, yet exuded a different kind of calm and ease.

Jiang Yan was so jealous his teeth itched.

How could a rural guy be more handsome and have more charisma than him?!

After entering the yard, Jiang Yan hurriedly looked for a place to shower, eager to restore his looks and prove his worth.

But Zhao Lang shattered his beautiful fantasy with a single casual sentence.

"My house doesn't have a shower."

Jiang Yan: ?

"Who are you kidding? How do you bathe without a shower?"

Zhao Lang replied flatly, "The bathroom we built earlier was blown down by the wind a few months ago. Our family is quite poor, and we can't afford a new water heater for now. Plus, with the weather being hot recently, my dad and I can use well water to bathe, so building a shower wasn't a priority. Your arrival was unexpected."

Jiang Yan fell silent.

It wasn't out of pity for his situation.

He was shocked, shocked that Zhao Lang could admit his poverty so lightly and even make that word sound so refreshingly unique?!

But the comments were different.

Almost unanimously, they expressed sympathy for Daniu.

In their eyes, the kind-hearted son of Uncle Zhao was naturally also kind-hearted, simple, and unpretentious.

He didn't need to do anything, just standing there would let people imagine his miserable experiences and express sentiments about how "the weakest rope always breaks first."

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, "So, are we going to use well water to bathe for the next few days?"

He thought the cold water last night was just temporary.

Unexpectedly, it became his destiny.

So Jiang Yan started looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle with tears in his eyes.

[This is killing me, the young master is at it again.]

[The young master's acting is impressive, tears come just like that.]

[Jiang Yan is so pretentious, elderly and kids can use well water, why can't he? I told you no Jiang is any good!]

[I genuinely worry about Jiang Yan's future, it seems this transformation isn't helping much, I'd suggest Director Sun be harsher!]

Zhao Lang had already walked to the well and started drawing water.

Jiang Li wisely returned to her room, leaving the empty space to the two men.

The following sequence would be unsuitable for children.

The cameraman expressionlessly turned off the camera, causing a wave of dissatisfaction in the live stream chat.

But thankfully, the sound wasn't turned off, so the hundreds of thousands of online viewers heard every sound Jiang Yan made while bathing clearly.

"Ah... damn, why is this water so cold?!"

"Hiss, hiss, oh my god!"

"Hey, Zhao, aren't you cold?"

"Hiss—those abs... how'd you get them? From farm work? How are they better than the ones I got from hiring a personal trainer?"

Zhao Lang: "......"

Gradually, there was no movement in the camera. When it turned back on, the courtyard only had Jiang Yan left, wearing the clothes he had on when he first arrived at the village, fiddling with his hair by the well.

[I'm not saying who just had a nosebleed.]

[Show crew! You're such cowards! If you have guts, keep the camera on earlier!]

[But just listening to the sound... is more thrilling...]

[Help, I'm starting to ship the young master and Daniu; the story of the domineering young master from the city falling for the clever rural guy!]

[Sis, here's a pen, you write it!]

After finishing the bath, Jiang Yan noticed that he had several injuries on his body.

Not only were his arms and knees covered in bruises and cuts, but even his chin had a gash. Frightened, he rushed to Jiang Li's door and knocked fiercely.

"Jiang Li, open up, your brother's face got ruined!"

After a barrage of knocks, the door finally opened, and Jiang Li's delicate but clearly displeased face appeared from behind the door.

Jiang Yan thrust his chin towards her, "See? My face is injured, hurry and put some medicine, I saw you brought some!"

Jiang Li nodded, "I do see it, if you don't apply medicine soon, the wound will heal on its own."

Jiang Yan: "....."

"Can you be serious?! Your brother's face is very important! I rely on this face to make a living!"

Jiang Li gave him a brief glance, "All I know is you haven't completed your task for the afternoon, you really won't have dinner tonight."

Seeing that the harsh approach wasn't working, Jiang Yan hugged her arm.

"Lili, my dear sister, I beg you, quickly apply the medicine, I really can't have my face ruined, if it is, how can I face my goddess?!"

Mentioning those two words, Jiang Li frowned slightly.

Is Jiang Yan still hung up on Su Yinwan?

She thought that bringing him to this place, away from her, would make him see reason.

"Use this, I made this herbal cream myself, it's very effective for healing wounds."

Behind them, a clear male voice suddenly sounded.

The two turned their gaze towards the voice, and with just one look, they both froze.

Standing behind Jiang Yan was a tall man with glowing skin.

His features were gently contoured, noble and stern, even though his forehead was wrapped in a large patch of bloody gauze, it didn't detract from his handsomeness.

He looked like a patch of pristine white snow hidden on Chixia Mountain, standing alone amidst the vast sunset, serenely pure.

Even his eyes were especially beautiful.

The outer corners slightly drooped, resembling a drop of ink just unfurling in a cold pond, a perfect balance of light and dark.

The shirt on him, despite being washed to a pale white and full of wrinkles, looked extraordinarily good on him.

He looked slender but was actually well-built, with strong muscle lines faintly visible at the rolled-up sleeves.

Truly befitting of the phrase "gentle breeze and bright moon."

When the camera panned over, the girls in the live chat went crazy.

Even Jiang Yan, who had seen countless people, had to admit that this so-called Zhao Daniu was the most outstanding person he'd ever come across.

When he turned back to look at Jiang Li, he found, to his dismay, that she, usually so indifferent, was also gazing at Zhao Daniu.

Jiang Yan felt a pang of displeasure inside, and he shifted his body to block her view.

"Who's the one always talking about averting your eyes from improper sights? And here you are, staring!"

Then he turned around, glaring at Zhao Lang.

"And you, appearing in front of a girl dressed like that, what are you thinking?"

Zhao Lang looked down at his meticulously buttoned shirt: ?

Jiang Li felt resigned about the situation.

She couldn't exactly say she was staring at his face for reading purposes, could she?

It was just a pity that his forehead was hurt and wrapped in gauze, so she couldn't inspect the complete facial lines she wanted to read.