Su Yu, after inhaling three plates of curry rice and approximately fourteen meat buns, leans back, patting his stomach with the satisfaction of a dragon who just swallowed a knight. His eyes, however, narrow with renewed calculation, fixing on Jian Hao lounging nearby.
Su Yu (Internal Monologue):
"Jian Hao… that rock-selling charlatan… Beneath that veneer of mediocre idol talent, there pulses the heart of a true scam artist. Untapped potential. Needs… guidance."
As Shen Ye sips tea with the detached air of an emperor contemplating philosophical indifference, Su Yu dusts imaginary lint off his sleeves and executes a flawless, casual slide-out maneuver from the room.
(Corridor – Camera POV: Surveillance Angle #02 - Slightly Glitching)
The lights flicker ominously, casting long shadows. Jian Hao strolls down the hallway, humming a tune that sounds suspiciously like elevator music remixed with a dial-up modem. Suddenly, Su Yu materializes before him like a surprisingly well-dressed jump scare.
With a smirk that could curdle milk, Su Yu flicks a sleek, black card (materialized from where exactly?) directly towards the hallway surveillance camera, ensuring its obsidian gleam is captured perfectly.
(Monitoring Room – Dandan's Snack-Fueled Surveillance)
Dandan, surrounded by a fortress of empty chip bags, spits crumbs onto the console as he watches the feed.
Dandan:
"Eh? Boss is networking again? Or just adopting another stray CEO?" He zooms in, squinting.
Beside him, Lu Yan—the bewildered game dev intern still grappling with the horrifying reality that this level of immersive simulation was possible outside his caffeine-induced nightmares—lets out a sigh that echoes with the weight of a thousand unpaid overtime hours.
Lu Yan:
"Yup… Another soul dragged into the Su Yu vortex of questionable life choices. Welcome to the club, buddy."
(Back in Corridor - The Devil's Bargain)
Su Yu (Voice a low, conspiratorial whisper, leaning in way too close):
"You crave fame beyond selling pebbles? You desire wealth that makes CEOs weep? You yearn to scam the masses not for mere survival, but for glory?"
He presses the sleek black card into Jian Hao's trembling hand.
Su Yu:
"Join HSE Limited. Yes, that HSE Limited. Pioneers of 'Office Worker Simulator'—where T-posing asserts dominance over toxic middle management. We have an opening in our... Aggressive Marketing and Creative Accounting Division. Your unique talents are... required."
He pats Jian Hao's shoulder with the unsettling benevolence of a devil offering a slightly used timeshare in hell, then struts away like he just signed the next corporate supervillain.
From the corner of his eye, he spots Qing Qing. Lurking behind a faux marble pillar, lollipop planted firmly in her mouth, her gaze fixed on the HSE card in Jian Hao's hand like it's a legally binding marriage certificate she didn't know she signed.
Su Yu (Smirking to himself):
"One card. Two victims. Efficiency."
He slides back into his designated room. Linling sits under the dim lamplight, brushing her long hair with slow, deliberate strokes, looking like a painting of beautiful indifference.
Su Yu throws himself onto the bed with the dramatic flair of a fainting Victorian maiden.
Su Yu:
"Wife, I have contributed greatly to society today. Recruited a top-tier scammer. Possibly doomed a relationship. My work here is done."
Linling doesn't even glance up, her reflection in the vanity mirror remains unmoved.
Linling:
"Make that three victims. I'm one too."
(Audience Comments):
[danwatcher101]: "Dandan in the monitoring room is my spirit animal. Just watching chaos with snacks."
[luinternpain]: "Lu Yan realizing he works for a simulation cult company = me after signing that NDA."
[hsefanboy]: "OFFICE SIMULATOR T-POSE DOMINANCE REFERENCE?! Legendary drop."
[scammerduo]: "Su Yu: businessman, manipulator, matchmaking demon."
[qingqingshipalert]: "She's gonna think that card was a proposal I'm crying."
[linlingmarriedlife]: "Linling's marriage experience in one line: 'I'm a victim too.'"
(Next Morning – Calm Before the Inevitable Storm)
(Scene 1: Ruan Yue's Room – Breakfast & Blackmail)
The sun barely dares to peek through the blinds. Shen Ye stands calmly near the door, attempting to project CEO-level serenity while sipping lukewarm tea. His aura is shattered when Ruan Yue emerges, stretching languidly, and smirks while holding up a sleek tablet displaying compromising photos.
Ruan Yue:
"Morning, darling slave~ Remember that rooftop proposal you thought was private? How delightfully pathetic you looked? If you don't fetch my slippers and make perfect coffee right now… I might just 'accidentally' leak these to that gossip blog you hate. The business world calls that... leverage."
Shen Ye freezes mid-sip, his serene mask cracking.
Shen Ye:
"Where... how... Why do you even have those?!"
Ruan Yue (Shrugging delicately):
"Oh, these? Just insurance. I also have screenshots of your search history from the Lu Corp servers. Very... enlightening. Want those trending too?"
A moment of horrified silence.
Shen Ye (Voice tight with rage):
"You're not a spy… you're a digital menace. A pervert with admin rights."
Ruan Yue just grins, utterly pleased with herself.
(Audience Comments):
[ceogonewild]: "Blackmail before breakfast?? Iconic."
[shenpleaseblink]: "CEO vs Certified Creep. I'm on neither side. I just want popcorn."
[neverdeletecloud]: "Ruan Yue has a Google Drive titled 'Insurance & Shen Ye's Soul'."
(Scene 2: Common Area – Ration Queen & Regret King)
Ning Rou stands surveying the pathetic pile of remaining emergency rations like a dragon guarding its hoard. She points imperiously.
Ning Rou (Elegant smile firmly in place):
"Xu Jie, darling. These rations won't carry themselves. Utilize your back. And your chest. And your arms. Perhaps balance some on your head? Be creative."
Xu Jie, whose eyes have attained new levels of deadness overnight, actually hesitates, a flicker of rebellion in his gaze.
Xu Jie:
"I am a knight. Not a pack mule."
Ning Rou turns her head slowly. She doesn't speak. She just… looks at him. A single, icy blink that could freeze lava and curdle hope.
Xu Jie (Internal Monologue):
"Ah. There it is. The 'Obey or Suffer Existential Dread' gaze. Resistance protocols failing... Slave subroutine re-engaging..."
He silently, dutifully, begins strapping ration boxes to every available surface of his body.
(Audience Comments):
[domesticabuseishot?]: "Ning Rou's gaze gravity. Confirmed."
[xujieinthelaststage]: "From boyfriend to beast of burden: A Xu Jie Story."
[rationsimps]: "I too would carry 40 kg of expired crackers for Ning Rou."
(Scene 3: Game Exit Panel – Maya's Clingy Farewell)
Maya sits near the shimmering portal exit, arms wrapped around Zao Feng's shoulders with the intensity of a python expressing affection.
Maya (Softly, voice laced with possessiveness):
"Island survival? Alone? With all those dangerous creatures... and potentially attractive female NPCs? Absolutely not. You'd be eaten alive. Figuratively and literally. I must protect you."
Zao Feng (Looking slightly suffocated):
"I... think I have decent survival skills—"
Maya (Cutting him off gently but firmly):
"Shhh. No thinking. Only safety. With me. Exit now."
She strokes his cheek like a villain tenderly explaining their evil plan to the captured hero.
They approach the glowing "LEAVE GAME" button… but before they can press it—
Ding! – A system card materializes in Maya's hand, shimmering with corporate logos.
[Notification: Congratulations! Your demonstrated strategic planning (and obsessive partner protection) has earned you ownership of a newly acquired subsidiary under Shen Corporation! Welcome to the exciting world of middle management!]
Shen Ye materializes in the corner, arms crossed, radiating icy condescension.
Shen Ye (Coldly):
"You wished to exit? Consider this your severance package. And your new prison. Welcome to eternal employment. Enjoy the TPS reports."
Maya drops the exit button as if burned. Zao Feng looks like he just accidentally signed up for a lifetime subscription to mandatory tax audits.
(Audience Comments):
[corporatetrap]: "YOU THOUGHT YOU ESCAPED THE GAME. BUT NOW YOU'RE INTERNS FOR LIFE! MUAH HA HA!"
[shenwhat]: "He gave them a company like it was a slightly passive-aggressive severance gift."
[zoofengdeadeyes]: "Zao Feng's soul leaving his body was 10/10 acting."
[mayaoverlove]: "Maya locking down that man harder than an NDA."
[Scene Title: Couples Leave, Chaos Remains (and Multiplies)]
(System Announcement Blazes Across All Screens):
"House Lock Completed. Couple #3 (Maya & Zao Feng): Transferred to Shen Corporation Subsidiary Management Training Program (Mandatory). Congratulations?"
A sad little chime echoes as Maya and Zao Feng's avatars pixelate and vanish into the corporate ether.
(Scene 1: Common Room – Contractual Arson?)
Jian Hao is slouched dramatically on the couch, flipping through a business magazine upside down while nervously eyeing the glowing HSE Limited card Qing Qing is fiddling with.
Jian Hao:
"Seems like escaping one hell just leads to another. These companies are practically poaching souls now."
He watches Qing Qing hold the HSE card dangerously close to a flickering candle flame.
Qing Qing (Humming thoughtfully):
"Just testing its fire resistance. Important quality in a contract. If I can't burn the paper, maybe I'll just burn the office later. Options."
(Audience Comments):
[officePTSD]: "Burning contracts like it's tax season. Relatable."
[qingHRnightmare]: "She IS the fire drill. And the fire."
[jianfeelingshurt]: "Jian Hao regretting introducing her to the concept of flammable materials."
(Scene 2: Ruan Yue & Shen Ye – Whispers of War)
Ruan Yue, arms crossed elegantly, leans close to Shen Ye, watching the transfer notification with a teasing glint in her eyes.
Ruan Yue (Whispering, breath ghosting his ear):
"So, playing corporate headhunter now, are we? A little competition with our dear Su Yu perhaps? Setting up your own pawns?"
Shen Ye turns his face slightly, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. The rebellion simmers beneath the surface.
Shen Ye (Smirking back, voice low):
"Not competition. Just... diversifying assets. One must have backup plans, wouldn't you agree, partner?"
(Audience Comments):
[chessnotcheckers]: "That smirk had capitalist violence and lingering resentment."
[ruanyuefan]: "Whispers and warfare—classic power couple foreplay."
(Scene 3: Ning Rou & Xu Jie – Passive-Aggressive Praise)
Ning Rou folds her arms, watching the empty space where Maya and Zao Feng were, a soft, almost regretful smile on her face.
Ning Rou:
"It seems all the... cute couples are leaving early…" Her eyes briefly flick towards Xu Jie, sharp as needles.
Xu Jie, visibly swallowing his remaining pride, forces a tight smile.
Xu Jie (Muttering, just loud enough):
"I acknowledge the thinly veiled insult… But no one is cuter, or more terrifyingly competent, than you, my queen."
(Audience Comments):
[xujiesimped]: "Character development speedrun: Level 1 Intern to Level 99 Whipped Husband."
[arrowtouheart]: "That side arrow hit the target. Bullseye."
[husbandtraining]: "Xu Jie leveling up in emotional defense... by sacrificing it entirely."
(Meanwhile, with Su Yu & Linling)
Su Yu munches loudly on seaweed chips, watching the departure notifications with detached amusement.
Su Yu:
"Tsk tsk. Escaped island survival... only to be trapped in the corporate jungle. A truly tragic fate. Pass the dip?"
Linling, stretching languidly like a panther preparing to hunt, smirks with cold eyes.
Linling:
"Corporate jungle? How mundane. Why not suffer with me in the infinitely more entertaining jungle of the acting world instead? I require an assistant. Duties include: memorizing my lines, fetching my almond milk latte, and occasionally crying on cue for my dramatic scenes."
Su Yu (Eyes lighting up):
"Ooh, acting! Can I bring snacks to the set?"
Linling (Deadpan): "No."
(Audience Comments):
[suyuowned]: "Bro thought the acting world was a picnic with free catering."
[linlingceoofdrama]: "She doesn't want help. She wants a stage slave with good crying skills."
[couplerebornstillalive]: "They fight like bitter newlyweds who secretly enjoy it. Beautiful."
(Visual: All screens flicker violently mid-scene. Sound of helicopter blades chopping intensely. A helicopter SOARS across the island skyline outside the windows. Hang Mu's face appears on every screen—hair whipping violently in the wind, holding a megaphone, looking ridiculously dramatic.)
Hang Mu (Yelling over the roar of the helicopter):
"ATTENTION, REMAINING LOVEBUGS! The pleasantries are OVER! Island Survival officially BEGINS! Gather your pathetic parasuit bags! Exit the building in an orderly fashion OR BE FORCIBLY EJECTED BY STRATEGICALLY PLACED PLOT DEVICES!"
(Audience Comments):
[plotDeviceFan]: "When the script itself is a living creature with abandonment issues."
[hangMuChaosCult]: "He's a menace with a budget and zero safety regulations."
(Scene: Everyone scrambles for bags inside the common room.)
Leaves and stray debris whirl into the house through open windows. Outside, FOUR helicopters hover menacingly, massive ropes dangling, attached to the now very rickety-looking wooden house foundation.
(Drone View On Screen): A recorded Hang Mu video plays. He looks slightly less windblown here.
Hang Mu (Recorded):
"Observe, mortals!" (Throws a bag dramatically from the sky. It plummets somewhere deep into the unseen jungle canopy.)
"I shall bestow upon you TEN such resource bags daily! Dropped precisely at 10 AM! They may contain: food, water, fire-starting kits, or perhaps... existential dread and mildly poisonous berries! Exciting!"
"Now—strap yourselves in! Attach the conveniently provided safety ropes to your bodies! Time is a construct, but this house isn't! Move!"
He then grabs a brightly colored surfboard, winks, and leaps out of the helicopter.
"Quick PSA—surfing a Category 3 hurricane directly into the ocean? Surprisingly painful. 0/10, would not recommend! Toodles!"
(Audience Comments):
[riplogic]: "Surfboard exit… certified Hang Mu moment. Physics wept."
[realSurvivor]: "He ain't surviving, he's thriving on pure chaos."
[resourceBagEnthusiast]: "10 bags, 4 couples left. Math says someone's getting stabbed for granola."
(Scene: The Couples React While Strapping In.)
Su Yu (Panicking while fumbling with his harness):
"Who signed the waiver for this?! Was it me?! Did I sign away my life for reality TV fame I didn't even want?!" He accidentally slaps his arm onto Shen Ye's shoulder for balance.
Shen Ye (Dead calm, adjusting his own rope meticulously):
"I had intended this experience as an opportunity to perhaps... analyze Ruan Yue's operational security flaws under duress. Instead, it appears she intends to utilize me as a pack mule and potential human shield in the jungle. She seems to find my suffering... motivating."
Ruan Yue (Nearby, adjusting her makeup in a tiny compact, grinning):
"Efficiency requires utilizing all available assets, darling. Besides, I brought my custom-designed jungle stilettos. Someone needs to dig the latrine trench. You seem... qualified."
(Audience Comments):
[CeoSpyDynamic]: "She really made him her field intern AND designated hole-digger."
[shenYesBossed]: "He's in love, under management, and probably digging his own grave later."
Xu Jie (Adjusting the rope, his multiple ration bags bumping awkwardly):
"At least I prepared. Sustenance is key to enduring... whatever fresh hell this is."
Ning Rou (Posing dramatically for her wrist-cam):
"Smile for the fans, husband! They adore seeing the rugged determination etched onto your perpetually miserable face. Adds character!"
Xu Jie makes a noise that could be a sigh, a groan, or the sound of his soul finally giving up and leaving his body.
(Audience Comments):
[husbandUnderAttack]: "That selfie angle deserves an award for psychological warfare."
[ceoOfRations]: "Xu Jie packed like he's prepping for the apocalypse. Respect the preparedness."
Jian Hao (Cursing spectacularly at the tangled rope):
"My agent! That bloodsucking leech! She promised 'unprecedented brand exposure'! Not 'unprecedented exposure to near-certain death by helicopter abduction'!"
Qing Qing (Sighing dramatically, examining her nails):
"She told me this show would 'elevate my profile'. I didn't realize she meant literally elevate it several hundred feet above a potentially shark-infested ocean!"
(Audience Comments):
[scamVersusNature]: "The ultimate scam: Scammers getting scammed by the show's budget."
[qingqingDeservesBetter]: "No one told her the elevation was purely altitude-based."
Ruan Yue (Side-eyeing Linling while expertly tying her knot):
"So, Miss Ice Queen. Changed your mind about reality TV? Or just needed a convenient way to dispose of the husband?"
Linling (Deadpan, securing her rope with chilling efficiency):
"Inheritance clauses are complex. His survival is currently... financially advantageous. If he lives, I gain a husband and access to Lu assets. If he perishes tragically... I inherit. It's simple risk management."
Su Yu (Glaring, overhearing):
"Wait… you don't even know if I have significant assets separate from the main family! You're betting on speculation!"
Linling (Smiling coldly without looking at him):
"Details. You'll sign over whatever you do have before breakfast tomorrow. Consider it... collateral."
(Audience Comments):
[ceoSuYuOwned]: "She already planned his death, asset transfer, AND post-mortem financial audit."
[SuYuClingModeStillOn]: "He's not surviving nature. He's surviving Linling's estate planning."
(Final shot before the next wave of chaos: Ning Rou expertly adjusts the tiny camera mounted on her wrist to capture Xu Jie's terrified, wind-whipped face dangling miserably in the background while she fluffs her hair, achieving the perfect 'effortlessly chic survivor' aesthetic for her inevitable social media posts.)
[Scene Title: Falling for You (Literally, Violently, Awkwardly)]
(Scene: The wind outside HOWLS. The wooden house foundation beneath them CREAKS ominously. Helicopter blades chop the turbulent sky above as gusts swirl leaves, dust, and stray reality TV contracts inside.)
(Audience Comments):
[windBlowsDramaIn]: "When even the weather ships couples by slamming them together."
[houseGoingBoom]: "Who built this death trap on Jenga blocks and hope???"
(Suddenly—Su Yu slips on a conveniently placed wet leaf.)
He flails dramatically, windmill arms catching nothing but turbulent air, before falling face-first directly into Linling's chest. Impact. Softness. Surprise. His eyes widen in dazed confusion.
Su Yu (Mumbling dreamily into expensive fabric):
"Soft… heavenly… pillows… of destiny…?"
His hands, operating on pure survival instinct (or perhaps just opportunism), make an exploratory inch towards said softness.
SMACK!
The sound echoes even over the wind. Linling, radiating arctic fury, delivers a slap with the force of a collapsing star.
Linling (Furious):
"You degenerate pervert! You dare grope your wife on live television without prior written consent and a signed NDA?!"
Su Yu (Spinning from the impact, utterly dazed):
"Wait… I'm alive? Why does my cheek hurt more than the impending fall from grace?"
(Audience Comments):
[SuYuOwnedAgain]: "That wasn't a slap, that was divine punishment with sound effects."
[linlingCEOofSlaps]: "He almost got divorced and defenestrated simultaneously."
(Meanwhile, a powerful gust slams Shen Ye and Ruan Yue together.)
Ruan Yue stumbles forward, lips accidentally meeting Shen Ye's in a picture-perfect, camera-ready collision. Freeze frame. Sparkles (possibly static electricity).
Shen Ye (Blinking rapidly, processor overloaded):
"…Was that a system glitch, unexpected plot progression, or just extremely aggressive flirting?"
Ruan Yue (Pulling back slightly, a predatory grin playing on her lips):
"Oopsie. First kiss. No refunds, no returns. Consider it... a down payment."
(Audience Comments):
[shenYesLipsStolen]: "He got kissed and copyrighted in the same breath."
[ruanyueBestSpy]: "Mission: Steal CEO lips—success. Next phase: Steal company."
(Jian Hao's hand 'accidentally' slides onto Qing Qing's waist as another gust hits.)
Jian Hao (Attempting peak innocence, failing spectacularly):
"Oh dear... treacherous wind! Pushed me right into you. So clumsy!"
Qing Qing (Smiling sweetly, eyes glowing with something ancient and terrifying):
"You touched me. You activated the soul-binding contract. Now you belong to me. Forever. Even in the afterlife. Especially in the afterlife."
Jian Hao (Whispering in horror):
"…I think I just made accidental contact with a beautifully terrifying curse."
(Audience Comments):
[hauntedHusband]: "Qing Qing didn't just claim him; she activated an ancient spiritual binding ritual. Casual."
[scamVersusLovecraft]: "He scammed the world and got possessed by a K-Pop succubus."
Xu Jie (Deadpan, adjusting his glasses amidst the chaos):
"Today's generation exhibits absolutely no sense of public decorum—"
Before he can finish his grumpy grandpa monologue, Ning Rou, with effortless grace and alarming strength, sweeps him off his feet into a dramatic princess carry. One arm expertly cradles him, the other casually takes a selfie, framing his bewildered face like a prize boar she just bagged.
Xu Jie (Sighing, accepting his fate as portable luggage):
"…I retract my previous statement. Carry on."
(Audience Comments):
[princessCarry4Life]: "He's not the husband; he's the emergency rations AND the princess."
[ningRouDomWife]: "Best couple logistics team. She carries him, he carries the snacks."
(Suddenly—cue heroic, slightly off-key music. In the sky, Hang Mu descends like a chaotic angel on his surfboard, holding a drone camera, making a big X gesture with his arms.)
Hang Mu (Dramatic, echoing voice):
"The house... has ARRIVED! Prepare for glorious, structurally unsound COLLAPSE!"
(Behind him: Parasuits strapped to the contestants burst open prematurely.)
(The wooden house foundation TREMBLES violently. Walls crack and break apart. Chunks plummet into the churning sea below, forming precarious floating planks. Only the bare foundation remains suspended.)
Helicopter ropes detach with loud SNAPS.
Everyone SCREAMS—a glorious symphony of terror—as they're yanked skyward by the malfunctioning parasuits, dangling, spinning, falling…
Drones zoom around them like excited vultures, filming every terrified expression in glorious 4K.
(Audience Comments):
[droneGodView]: "Hang Mu filming like it's Survival Idol meets Disaster Movie. Peak content."
[floatingDrama]: "Wooden house arc: ended with a bang. Literally."
[parasuitPanic]: "Brace for impact. And probably more accidental kissing."
(In the air—Parasuits auto-correct, somewhat. Four couples spin wildly, stabilize slightly, and begin gliding/falling erratically towards the island.)
Su Yu (Clinging to Linling's leg for dear life):
"BABY! WIFE! MY QUEEN! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T LET ME DROP—THERE'S NO WI-FI DOWN THERE! MY STOCKS!"
Linling (Rolling her eyes so hard they might detach):
"Declare 'Wife is Supreme Ruler of All Existence and Also Snacks' and I might consider not actively trying to shake you off."
Su Yu (Instant, desperate yell):
"WIFE IS SUPREME RULER OF ALL EXISTENCE AND ALSO SNACKS!!"
Xu Jie is still being princess-carried by Ning Rou, ration bags somehow still hooked securely on her elbows.
Xu Jie:
"…Darling, I believe you forgot the emergency water flask back on the collapsing foundation."
Ning Rou (Smiling serenely):
"Then hold on tighter, my precious cargo."
Jian Hao, meanwhile, is utterly smothered by Qing Qing, who seems to be treating the emergency descent as an opportunity for an aerial cuddle puddle. His glasses fog dramatically.
Jian Hao (Voice muffled, slightly delirious):
*"I feel strangely safe… but also fundamentally doomed…" *
Shen Ye, regaining composure and perhaps a shred of dignity, manages to gently push away from Ruan Yue midair, creating a few feet of blessed separation.
Shen Ye:
"We land separately. For tactical reasons."
Ruan Yue (Blinking innocently):
"But darling, I already planned our joint crash-landing and subsequent jungle wedding."
Shen Ye (Voice dry as desert sand):
"Cancel the wedding. There are likely poisonous snakes. Unsuitable guests."
Ruan Yue (Smirking, unfazed):
"Too late. My mother already RSVP'd. She enjoys dramatic entrances."
(Drones capture a wide shot: All four parasuits gliding/plummeting in vaguely elegant formation towards a lush, mysterious, and probably very dangerous island.)
Narrator Voice (Hang Mu, filled with sadistic glee):
"Will love bloom amidst the falling debris? Will hunger outweigh homicide? Will anyone find decent Wi-Fi? Stay tuned for: Island Survival: Couples Edition - Where Relationships Go To Die (or Get Weirdly Stronger)!"
[Scene Title: Descending Into Drama (and a Surprise Concert)]
(Scene opens midair: Four parasuits drifting like tragically beautiful petals on a hurricane.)
The camera pans up—the sky is a swirling vortex of blue sky and soft tornado clouds, like nature decided to throw a cotton candy rave.
(Background Music:) A dreamy, slightly aggressive K-pop beat starts echoing through the air—soft at first, then building ominously.
(Suddenly—Shen Ye's eyes narrow. He points downwards.)
Shen Ye (Calmly, eerily observant):
"…Is that... our former residence? Following us?"
(Wooden chunks of the demolished floating house glide beneath them like obedient, splintery whales. One particularly large plank seems to wave hello.)
(Audience Comments):
[coldCeoSeesAll]: "Even gravity can't escape his passive-aggressive observations."
[houseSpiritRevenge]: "The wooden house is like: 'You forgot your trauma! And this splintery bit!'"
(Below—the beach opens to an unexpected, utterly surreal sight.)
A full-blown, high-tech open-air concert stage sits defiantly on the sand—stage lights flashing, wind machines churning fog dramatically. The giant "Frostbite" logo banner waves heroically against the stormy sky.
(K-pop anthem blares, perfectly timed with the wind gusts):
"Love me like survival~ Fight me like a tornado~ Kiss me like it's the apocalypse~!"
Hang Mu lands perfectly at center stage—executes a flawless spin, drops into a dramatic K-pop idol pose. His parasuit detaches automatically and flies off with theatrical flair, disappearing directly into the densest part of the jungle.
Hang Mu (Posing, shouting over the music):
"Welcome, survivors, to Tornado Island: Where Love Gets Tested and Dignity Gets Surfboarded Away!"
(Wind SCREAMS. Trees BEND. Stage lights FLICKER menacingly.)
(Audience Comments):
[hangmuMainChar]: "Of course he lands perfectly on beat during a natural disaster. Of course."
[parasuittothejungle]: "Even his clothes know this show is chaos and choose to escape into the wild."
(Everyone else lands... less gracefully.)
Linling's parasuit snags on a sharp cliffside outcrop. She dangles precariously.
Su Yu (Panicked screech):
"LINLING! MY WIFE! MY ASSET! MY ROYAL CURTAIN IS CAUGHT ON A POINTY THING!"
He dashes forward, attempts a heroic leap off a jagged rock towards her, misjudges the wind entirely, bellyflops onto a floating plank of the former house, misses that, and plunges into the churning waves.
SPLASH!
Su Yu (Resurfacing, sputtering seawater and indignation):
"Why is my life trajectory consistently like my old math scores? Always failing... upwards? Or just... sideways into water?"
Dripping wet, dragging the soggy parasuit behind him like a captured sea monster, he finally stumbles onto the beach.
(Audience Comments):
[suyuSplashKing]: "Even the ocean rejected him gently. 'Nah, too much drama, bro.'"
[linlingsRoyalCurtain]: "That parasuit has more grace and survival instinct than him."
Su Yu (Looking down at his ruined, probably very expensive, suit):
"…I need new clothes. And possibly a new life. Preferably one without surprise K-pop concerts during typhoons."
He turns—and sees Hang Mu standing near the stage, glowing slightly under a rogue spotlight, looking infuriatingly dry.
Su Yu (Pointing an accusing sarcasticly, dripping finger):
"Hey! You! Mr. Special Effects and Questionable Safety Protocols!"
Hang Mu visibly shivers—then his usual smug aura flickers, like a cheap lightbulb about to die. Suddenly, he frantically throws a neatly folded pile of clothes at Su Yu, his face twitching nervously.
Hang Mu (Voice slightly strained):
"Ahem! Wardrobe change! Standard procedure! Definitely not because your Ceo Aura accidentally almost triggered a global market crash again! Please don't use your powers, CEO-Sir… I beg you."
(Behind Hang Mu—the members of Frostbite appear dramatically out of the stage fog and begin tossing clothes towards Su Yu like highly synchronized fashion fairies distributing emergency relief.)
Frostbite Members (In perfect, panicked unison):
"Boss Su! Please remain calm! Take our spare hoodies! Our lucky socks! Our limited-edition tour shirts! Just please don't summon the digital apocalypse or another stock market crash simulation! We have families! (And endorsement deals!)"
Su Yu (Blinking sarcasticly, catching a hoodie):
"…Did I unknowingly blackmail an entire K-pop group in a past life? Or is this just Tuesday?"
(Audience Comments):
[suYuIsTheStorm]: "He's not wet; the world just cried seeing his fashion choices survive."
[bossSuReturns]: "Frostbite treating him like he's Thanos wearing Gucci slides."
[hangmuInternCore]: "Even the Chaos God Hang Mu has a terrified inner intern somewhere."
(The camera zooms out—four couples landed at different points along the bizarre concert-lit jungle beach. Surreal pink and purple clouds swirl overhead. The K-pop anthem fades into a soft, unsettling loop.)
The mood is pure chaos chic. Like if The Hunger Games had a K-drama director with an unlimited budget for fog machines.
Hang Mu (Raising his hands dramatically, shouting over the wind):
"Day one challenge: Collect those scattered resource bags! Find shelter! And please… for the love of ratings… try not to break up or murder each other before nightfall! Action!"
[Scene Title: The Hunt Begins – Planks, Maps, and Mild Mutiny]
The K-pop concert lights flicker and die. The wind whistles through the abandoned stage scaffolding. A lone plastic water bottle flies past like tumbleweed in a disaster movie. Hang Mu is already gone—his exit as sudden, unexplained, and probably physics-defying as his entrance.
Shen Ye (stoic, analytical, already scanning the tree line) walks over to the other cluster of soggy survivors: Su Yu, Jian Hao, and Xu Jie, who are standing amidst the wreckage of their dignity and parasuit harnesses.
Shen Ye (Tone like a bored university professor):
"Logical progression dictates we collect wooden planks from the house debris to construct rudimentary shelter. Parasuit fabric can serve as roofing material. However..." (pauses, eyes narrowing as he analyzes the wind patterns) "...the prevailing air currents are dangerously unstable at this altitude. Optimal strategy requires seeking a lower valley for base camp construction. Concurrently, we must locate the ten dispersed supply bags before scavengers—or rival couples—do."
(Audience Comment):
[coldCeoScout]: "Man's playing Minecraft survival hardcore mode with a PhD in meteorology."
Su Yu (Internal Monologue, eyes shining with the devious glee of a villain in a teen drama):
"My secret stash… the advance snack bags I Said Hang Mu to hide near the waterfall… marked with invisible ink only visible under moonlight... they shall be mine. Oh yes. Mine."
Su Yu (Aloud, striking a noble pose, dripping seawater):
"Ahem! Shelter is paramount! I, Su Yu, shall bravely volunteer for the perilous task of… collecting the floating wooden planks from the treacherous sea!" (He conveniently ignores the fact most planks washed ashore).
Jian Hao (Grinning, eyes darting nervously between the jungle and Qing Qing):
"Excellent initiative, CEO Su! But perhaps splitting up is more efficient? Covers more ground? Reduces potential… interpersonal friction? Yes. Efficiency."
Xu Jie (Stern, already hefting his ration bag like a shield):
"I shall undertake the plank collection. Ning Rou will supervise... and document my suffering for her followers."
Ning Rou (Already holding up her phone, framing Xu Jie against the stormy backdrop):
"Precisely, darling. Now, try to look tragically heroic while gathering debris. Smile for the survival vlog!"
(Audience Comments):
[xuRationKing]: "He carries the food. She carries his soul hostage on Instagram."
[jianSplitUpAgain]: "Splitting up always goes well. Especially in horror movies and reality TV shows."
[SuYuSecretMissions]: "He's not even pretending to be helpful anymore. Snack quest engaged."
(Teams Formed Amidst Mutual Suspicion):
* Xu Jie & Ning Rou → Plank collection & Suffering Documentation Squad.
* Shen Ye & Ruan Yue → Strategic Jungle Recon & Relationship Power Struggle Unit.
* Jian Hao & Qing Qing → High-Risk/High-Reward Bag Hunt & Potential Backstabbing Team.
* Su Yu & Linling → Snack Quest & Marital Tension Expedition.
(Scene Cut: Jungle Path – Su Yu & Linling)
Su Yu (Whispering dramatically while pushing aside giant leaves):
"Come, my dearest Linling… follow me deeper into the mysterious jungle, deeper into the heart of... desire... I mean, discovery."
He suddenly whips out a folded cloth map from inside his newly acquired (and suspiciously dry) hoodie pocket—a map coincidentally stuffed there by Hang Mu during the chaotic clothes donation.
Su Yu (Eyes gleaming with triumph):
"Behold! A map! Clearly indicating two secret stash points near the Whispering Falls! Legend says they contain chips of untold crispness! Chocolate forged in volcanic fires! I even requested bubble tea powder!"
He leans dramatically against Linling's shoulder, attempting a roguish charm.
Su Yu (Teasing):
"If you desire these treasures, my Ice Queen… perhaps kneel and acknowledge me as the supreme Snacklord of this island?"
Linling doesn't even blink.
BAM!
Her kick connects squarely with his shin. The crack sound is almost satisfying. Su Yu spins, clutching his leg.
Su Yu (Wheezing, tears in eyes):
*"Romance… is pure… unadulterated… pain…" *
Linling snatches the map with contemptuous grace.
Linling:
"My snacks now. Try to keep up, Snackslave*."*
(Audience Comments):
[linlingNoMercy]: "She chose violence, snacks, AND petty revenge. Queen."
[SuKneelMomentDenied]: "Snacklord dethroned, demoted, and possibly fractured in 3 seconds."
[parasuitPowerCoupleGoals?]: "They're the real storm. A beautiful, dysfunctional disaster."
(Scene Cut: Jungle Slope – Jian Hao & Qing Qing)
Jian Hao cranes his neck, eyeing a resource bag tangled high in the thorny branches of a violently swaying tree.
Jian Hao:
"That bag... it whispers promises of instant noodles and possibly a functional compass. Its siren song of potential profit calls to me!"
Qing Qing, leaning against another tree, smirks, arms crossed.
Qing Qing:
"Is the bag calling you, Oppa? Or is my potential disappointment calling you a coward if you don't climb that deathtrap for my viewing pleasure?"
Jian Hao:
"…I prefer not to answer questions laced with potential emotional manipulation and physical danger."
(Audience Comments):
[qingqingMotivationTactics]: "Girl's ready to monetize his inevitable injury."
[jianSquirrelModeActivated]: "Climb, baby, climb! For the 'gram!"
(Scene Cut: Forest Clearing – Shen Ye & Ruan Yue)
Shen Ye kneels by a puddle, meticulously placing a leaf on the water's surface. It spins slowly, then drifts eastward.
Shen Ye (Voice precise, devoid of emotion):
"Analysis indicates the prevailing wind direction originates from the west-northwest quadrant. Factoring in initial drop trajectory and estimated object drift... the resource bag documented by Hang Mu should have landed approximately 1.2 kilometers beyond that ridge."
Ruan Yue appears beside him, clapping lightly.
Ruan Yue (Voice dripping with mock admiration):
"Ooooh~ Science Boy! Look at you, all serious and calculating and unexpectedly attractive when focused on something other than your own existential dread~"
Shen Ye (Deadpan, not looking up):
"I am calculating wind vectors and survival probability, not soliciting commentary on my secondary aesthetic characteristics."
Ruan Yue (Skipping lightly beside him as he stands):
"And I'm doing both! Multitasking is key to success, wouldn't you agree, future subordinate?"
(Audience Comments):
[ruanVectorFlirt]: "Girl flirts on every possible axis. Even the meteorological one."
[shenLeafCompass]: "He just invented survival romance, starring logic and suppressed feelings."
[bagOverLoveMaybe]: "But who will get the actual chips first?! The suspense!"
[Scene Title: Love, Lies, and a Very Windy Tree Ambush]
The wind howls like a banshee complaining about the Wi-Fi password. A single, sad-looking resource bag sways precariously on the highest, thinnest branch of a ridiculously wiggly tree—practically mocking the laws of physics and the contestants' dwindling hope.
Jian Hao (Arms crossed, squinting suspiciously at the flora):
"This tree… it possesses the structural integrity of overcooked ramen. It's dancing like a drunk uncle at a wedding after his third questionable cocktail. Definitely not safe."
Behind him, unseen, Qing Qing quietly gathers five smooth, medium-sized stones, humming a cheerful tune while labeling them with glitter glue pens she somehow manifested: "Karma," "Greed," "Seduction," "OopsMyHandSlipped," and "Smile for the Camera!"
(Audience Comment):
[stoneArtilleryIncoming]: "She brought a rock arsenal to a survival show. Modern problems require ancient solutions."
[thatTreeGotMoves]: "That tree isn't drunk; it's the final boss disguised as shrubbery."
Qing Qing (Appearing beside Jian Hao, batting her eyelashes innocently):
"Why aren't you climbing, Oppa? Are you scared you'll fall? Tarnish your idol image?" She leans in, brushing her shoulder against his, close enough to short-circuit his remaining logic centers. "Or… are you afraid you won't look cool… for me?"
Jian Hao (Blinking rapidly, detecting conflicting signals):
"Why... why are you glowing with barely concealed violence and potential sabotage?"
Qing Qing (Smiling dangerously, a promise and a threat):
"If you retrieve that bag… I'll give you a reward. A kiss, perhaps?"
(Audience Comment):
[pubertyUnlocked]: "Bro just got a temporary power-up called 'Hormonal Leap of Faith'."
[kissBaitTechnique]: "Classic move. +10 Manipulation, +100 Reckless Climbing Speed."
(Scene Cut: Jian Hao transforms into Tarzan's less competent, more desperate cousin.)
He scrambles up the tree with the speed of a squirrel escaping a tax audit.
Jian Hao (Climbing, chanting internally):
"Must get bag. For glory. For survival. For lips. For potential lucrative sponsorship deals related to extreme climbing!"
Wind slaps his face like a disapproving reality TV producer. The tree wobbles like a noodle in a typhoon. His brain floods with… inspiringly indecent imagery involving Qing Qing and possibly the resource bag itself.
Jian Hao (Gritting teeth, halfway up):
"Think pure thoughts—too late—think tactical retreat—too late—think reward kiss—YES. MOTIVATION ACQUIRED."
He reaches the top! He grabs the bag! Victory! Sweet, sweet victory is h—
WHACK!
A stone marked "Greed" connects with his head with majestic, pinpoint precision. He lets go of the branch instinctively. The world slows down. Gravity asserts its dominance. His dignity detaches from his physical form and floats away mournfully.
(Audience Comment):
[rockOfShameDelivered]: "Target locked. Pride obliterated. Head probably concussed."
[QingSniperElite]: "She threw their entire complicated relationship dynamic at his skull."
[ripJianAirlines]: "He flew too close to the sun... or rather, the promise of a kiss."
(Cut to Qing Qing casually catching the falling bag with one hand, slinging it over her shoulder like a supermodel who just won a very aggressive scavenger hunt. She then hoists the dazed, groaning Jian Hao over her other shoulder like a sack of slightly used potatoes.)
Qing Qing (Grinning, adjusting his limp form):
"A deal's a deal, Oppa. You did technically retrieve the bag before gravity reclaimed you. And I got… my entertainment. Win-win."
Jian Hao (Weakly, possibly concussed):
"…Was the… kiss part… real?"
Qing Qing (Humming cheerfully):
"Of course! You had a very deep, passionate kiss… with the ground. Looked painful. 10/10 content."
[Scene Title: Insects, Empty Bags & Unexpected Jungle Acrobatics]
(Cut to: Su Yu and Linling walking through thick, humid foliage)
Birds chirp suspiciously cheerful tunes in the background. They find a clearing with a small, clear water source, its surface glistening like nature's Instagram filter. Su Yu scoops up water and takes a sip with the dramatic flair of a sommelier tasting a million-dollar vintage.
Su Yu:
"Ah! We have located potable water! And perhaps... a moment of tranquility away from... certain judgmental glares?"
Linling (Ignoring him, eyes scanning the surrounding canopy):
"These specific trees… minimal leaf movement despite the coastal wind. This area is likely shielded, a natural wind depression. Suitable for a temporary base camp."
(Audience Comment):
[windExpertLinlingReturns]: "She's not just a pretty face—she's a walking, talking meteorological station with better hair."
[SuYuLuxuryTaster]: "He sipped that puddle water like it cost 500 yuan a bottle and came with a sommelier."
Suddenly, Linling stops, frowning and rubbing her arm. A few tiny, angry red marks appear on her perfect skin.
Linling (Grumbling, voice laced with disgust):
"Ugh. Multiple flying insects. Aggressive ones. This ecosystem is aesthetically displeasing and poorly designed."
Su Yu notices her discomfort (and the fact she's effortlessly carrying both their initial supply bags). He puffs out his chest, attempting a 'gallant knight in slightly damp survival gear' pose.
Su Yu:
"Such delicate skin! Clearly, you are too fragile for these harsh conditions. Rest here, my dear wife. Allow me to handle the burdens!" (He reaches for the bags).
Linling (Stone-faced, swatting his hand away):
"Fragile? I survived dinner with your family. These bugs are amateurs." Without another word, she pivots gracefully and heads back towards the beach, carrying both bags like they weigh nothing. "Find shelter. Don't get eaten."
(Audience Comments):
[buggedAndBeautiful]: "Linling 1 – Jungle Mosquitoes 0. Flawless victory."
[SuYuTryHardRejected]: "Bro tried the 'helpless female' trope. Linling said 'read the room, idiot'."
[SheCarriesTheTeamAndTheBags]: "Bags. Dignity. Her own damn peace. Linling's essentials."
(Cut to: Shen Ye deep in the jungle, triumphantly holding a weathered-looking resource bag found near a suspicious-looking mushroom)
He opens it with the dramatic flair of a magician revealing his final trick—only to find: rocks. Just ordinary, boring rocks.
Shen Ye (Expressionless, voice flat):
"…The forest itself has engaged in petty theft and replaced valuable supplies with geological refuse. Fascinating."
Ruan Yue appears silently behind him, suppressing laughter.
Ruan Yue:
"Bringing back souvenirs, darling? How thoughtful. We can use them as paperweights... if we ever find paper."
Then, hope glimmers! Shen Ye spots another bag, partially hidden beneath dense, thorny bushes.
Shen Ye (Eyes briefly lighting up):
"Finally… Probability suggested..."
As he reaches for it—Zip! Thwip! Ruan Yue executes a series of flawless flips, bounces off a tree trunk, snatches the bag mid-air, and lands silently on a high branch, grinning down at him.
Ruan Yue:
"Rule number one of espionage, darling: Never underestimate your opponent. Especially when she's bored."
She leaps gracefully from branch to branch, vanishing into the canopy like a remarkably stylish squirrel-ninja—leaving Shen Ye alone, holding the bag of rocks, contemplating the futility of existence.
Shen Ye (Staring at the empty space where she was):
"…I am developing a deep-seated animosity towards trees. And acrobatics. And possibly… women who find my suffering amusing."
(Audience Comments):
[SpyMovesUnlocked]: "Ruan Yue = squirrel + ninja + thief + professional Shen Ye tormentor = lethal combo."
[ShenBaglessAndBroken]: "Rocks today. Existential rage tomorrow."
[EmptyBagFullOfTrauma]: "He didn't lose a bag. He lost the last shred of his hope."
[BoyGotMuggedByJungleWife]: "Mother Earth and Ruan Yue said 'no loot for you, Sad CEO'."
[shipThisSpyVsSpy]: "If they don't kiss aggressively while bickering over stolen granola bars, I will riot."
(Audience Comments):
[QingBeCarryingTheTeam]: "Bag: secured. Man: semi-conscious but technically useful. Power: Unmatched."
[jianSimulationsDefinitelyFailed]: "All those spicy mental images for nothing but a concussion."
[BestShipEverMadeOfChaos]: "She rocks his world (literally). He falls for her (literally). I ship it."
[Scene Title: Toilets, Tension & Thunderous Romance (Maybe)]
The remaining group gathers around a sputtering, makeshift fire built by Shen Ye (who apparently also has Boy Scout skills, much to Ruan Yue's amusement). Bellies are somewhat satisfied with suspiciously well-grilled fish (courtesy of Linling's surprising survival skills) and a side of lingering paranoia. A moment of quiet descends, punctuated only by the crackling fire and Xu Jie's soul quietly weeping.
Then, Qing Qing blinks, looks around with dawning horror.
Qing Qing:
"Wait... Guys? Where... where do we... you know... go?"
A silent, heavy pause hangs in the humid air. Then, collective realization hits. Chaos erupts.
(Audience Comments):
[RealityHitHarderThanARock]: "She said the T-word. She broke the romantic survival illusion."
[ToiletlessQueensAndKings]: "They were living a beautiful lie until basic human biology kicked in."
[NatureIsCallingAndItsAwkward]: "In survival shows, functional plumbing true love."
Suddenly, PING! A holographic drone screen pops up nearby, displaying Hang Mu's smug face, now inexplicably wearing stylish surf shorts over his trench coat.
Hang Mu (Smiling with villainous glee):
"Fear not, desperate survivors! Your basic sanitation needs have been... anticipated! Toilets have been assigned! One luxury, state-of-the-art portable unit per couple! Location: the former Frostbite concert zone, obviously. Because nothing says romance like designated K-Pop themed latrines."
The drone view zooms dramatically to reveal four glamorous, sequin-covered portable toilets lined up on the beach, complete with blinking neon lights and velvet curtains fluttering heroically in the wind like a fashion show finale.
Qing Qing (Stamping her foot defiantly):
"Absolutely not! I demand a separate, private, soundproof facility! My artistic process requires solitude!"
Hang Mu (Voice bored, reading fine print):
"Apologies, Miss Qing. Per your contract: 'Participant agrees to relinquish all claims to personal dignity, privacy, and non-communal bathroom facilities in exchange for potential screen time and/or lukewarm rations.' Clause 12, subsection B, sweetie."
(Audience Comments):
[ContractClownSchool]: "Imagine selling your basic human rights for stale crackers and 5 minutes of fame."
[HangMuMenaceIncarnate]: "Bro controls drama, weather, AND toilet assignments. Ultimate power."
[ShipLockedByToilet]: "Now even their poop schedules have potential shipping implications."
The group reluctantly splits again, heading towards the water source to gather more wooden planks for shelter reinforcement. But nature, clearly Team Hang Mu, strikes again—a swarm of giant, aggressive, possibly mutant mosquitoes descends.
Everyone: Slapping. Panicking. Swearing creatively.
Except Shen Ye—still calm, almost robotic, possibly part tree or secretly coated in industrial-strength repellent.
He silently weaves parachute threads with the focus of a cyber-ninja grandma knitting the fabric of destiny, constructing a sturdy shelter frame alongside Jian Hao, who keeps cracking planks but loudly proclaims each one a "minor structural variation" for "artistic effect."
Jian Hao (Nodding proudly at a splintered beam):
"Structural integrity: Avant-garde!"
Meanwhile, Xu Jie has given up entirely and is napping peacefully, using a large wooden plank as a surprisingly effective pillow. Su Yu is diligently "monitoring" the perimeter—which involves finding a comfortable log, eating spicy chipotle-flavored snacks scavenged from a questionable bag, and pretending to look thoughtfully invested in cloud shapes.
(Audience Comments):
[SnackYuSupremacy]: "Bro supervising survival like a drama director judging auditions from a lawn chair."
[ShenYeIsDefinitelyARobot]: "He flinched less than the mutant mosquitoes. Confirmed cyborg."
[JianPlankBreakPoetry]: "Jian Hao vs. Basic Carpentry: Season 2 looking tragic."
Nearby, Ruan Yue coolly uses a strip of clean cotton cloth to filter murky stream water into a coconut shell, then efficiently heats it over the dwindling fire using scavenged flint. A true field agent, unfazed by minor apocalypses.
Suddenly— plink. A single water droplet falls from the darkening sky. It lands on a broad leaf, reflecting the entire chaotic scene—tiny, distorted versions of their survival struggles. Then more droplets descend, slow motion, cinematic, gliding off leaves like tears shed by the jungle itself.*
One drop lands squarely on Linling's shoulder, soaking through her thin hoodie. Then another hits her dress. She jolts, looking up.
Linling (Voice soft, almost surprised):
"It's raining."
She immediately rushes towards the nearly completed but still roofless shelter frame and sits in the driest corner, unknowingly extinguishing the last embers of the fire as her damp clothes brush against the ashes.
Panic part two ensues—everyone dashes frantically into the half-built shelter, squeezing into awkward corners, half-drenched, half-freezing, fully chaotic, and pressed far too close together.
Su Yu, sensing opportunity amidst the downpour, slyly scoots closer to Linling, pretending to shiver dramatically but clearly focused on something other than the cold. His eyes fixate on the way her wet dress clings... strategically.
Su Yu (Inner voice, justifying shamelessly):
"Not for heat… purely for scientific observation of fabric reactions to moisture… yes. Science."
Linling, exhausted, cold, and momentarily distracted by the existential despair of being rained on in a roofless hut, actually lets him lean closer without immediate retaliation.
(Audience Comments):
[RainSceneRatedMaybe15]: "Su Yu fighting demons, hormones, AND hypothermia. A true multitasker."
[LinlingObliviousQueenMoment]: "She extinguished the fire, ignited Su Yu's questionable thoughts."
[RuanYueSilentlyJudging]: "You just know Ruan Yue is sitting perfectly dry in another corner, silently judging their life choices."
[Scene Title: Burgers, Blades, and a Breezy Betrayal During Typhoon Karaoke]
The sky darkens dramatically. Clouds churn like angry dragons preparing for battle over the island. Rain hammers every leaf, every rock, turning the once-picturesque beach into a soggy, windswept noodle of chaos. Waves slap the shore with vengeful force, and the wind screams like a banshee who just discovered her favorite streaming service was cancelled.
(Cut to the sky — Inside a wildly shaking, probably Lu Corp sponsored, helicopter)
The Frostbite crew clings onto their seats for dear life… and, more importantly, their rapidly cooling burgers.
Jiu Yue (Mouth full, yelling over the roar):
"Bruh! This turbulence is adding extra, unwanted seasoning to my burger! Possibly seawater!"
Yue Feng (Clutching a violently sloshing drink):
"My soda has achieved sentience! It's now a carbonated cyclone in a cup!"
Ai Lan (Face dead serious, ketchup smeared artistically on chin):
"If we plummet into the shark-infested waters below, I demand my obituary reads: 'Death by Deluxe Cheeseburger and Questionable Aviation Choices'."
Suddenly — from the other nearby chopper (because of course there are multiple helicopters), the hatch bursts open against the gale. Wind whooshes violently. Lightning flashes, illuminating a figure clinging dramatically to the doorway.
WET HANG MU emerges, hair plastered tragically to his forehead, shirt clinging to his abs like a poorly executed thirst trap in a disaster movie. He looks like a K-drama lead who got lost on his way to a dramatic beach confession and ended up in a typhoon.
Hang Mu (Screaming dramatically into a megaphone that crackles with static):
"STATUS REPORT! HOW'S THE TORNADO DATA?! IS THE SUFFERING INDEX WITHIN ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS?!"
Everyone inside the first chopper freezes. Ai Lan almost drops her precious burger. Almost.
(Down below, in the middle of a flooded coastal town street near the island)
A lone figure walks with impossible serenity, like it's just another Tuesday stroll through a minor water feature. Lu Yan, wrapped in a black trench coat, holding a rainbow-striped umbrella that definitely belongs to Bai Luqi, casually strolls through ankle-deep puddles as if filming a high-fashion perfume ad in the middle of a monsoon.
Lu Yan (Calmly speaking into his wrist communicator):
"Conditions nominal. Minor atmospheric disturbance. Probability of airborne porcine creatures: low but non-zero. Advise Frostbite to perhaps... invest in waterproof burger buns?"
(Audience Comments):
[HangMuOverkillEntrance]: "Bro literally rode a hurricane into frame just to ask 'How's the trauma data?' Legend."
[LuYanMoodKing]: "Unbothered. Moisturized. Judging everyone's survival skills. Walking through flooded streets contemplating code. Goals."
[FrostbiteBurgerFightClub]: "This is why idols shouldn't pilot helicopters during meteorological events. Stick to singing, boys."
[ShampooCommercialApocalypse]: "Hang Mu's wet hair reveal just cleansed my soul and possibly caused a minor tidal wave."
Helicopters rock violently. Thunder cracks directly overhead. A terrified seagull screams in the background, possibly questioning its life choices.
The storm isn't just coming. It's arriving with a 5-star K-pop entrance, complete with dramatic lighting and questionable wind machine placement.