Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 311: You Little Bastard!

Everyone was very satisfied with the lunch. There was fish, shrimp, and two large bags of vegetables, all of which were completely devoured.

After lunch, the production team knew everyone was tired, so they decided to let them rest for two hours.

The production team wasn’t entirely heartless—they didn’t force everyone to find their own place to rest. Instead, they arranged for them to stay at a five-star hotel.

See, that’s how this show is. When they say there’s not enough budget, there really isn’t. But when they say there is, they have more funds than any other show.

The director of *Go Fighting* sure knows how to deceive people!

After a beautiful three-hour nap, the six of them woke up feeling refreshed.

"I just had a dream that my movie won an award, hahaha," Wang Xun said with a laugh.

"Then we wish Brother Xun’s dream comes true," the others said, offering their blessings.

"I had a dream too. I dreamt of Reba," Jiang Siming suddenly said.

Oh!!!

Everyone immediately started making a fuss, and the production team was instantly excited. Was this leading to a confession?

Everyone perked up their ears and widened their eyes to watch the scene unfold.

As the person being mentioned, Reba’s cheeks instantly turned red. She was a bit flustered and could only stammer, "Y-you... what did you dream about me?"

"I dreamt of you standing by the vast ocean."

"T-that’s it?"

"I poked you with a little stick," Jiang Siming said.

Everyone’s expressions turned mischievous. Damn, this dream sounds intense!

Reba, however, didn’t catch the underlying meaning and continued asking innocently, "Poke? Why did you poke me?"

Jiang Siming laughed and said, "I was thinking, you little turtle, your shell is pretty tough."

"......"

Even though they didn’t hear the love confession they were expecting, seeing Reba and Jiang Siming playfully teasing each other made everyone smile knowingly.

It was as if they could smell the ’rotten stench’ of romance!

After some playful banter, the director announced the next task.

A piano instructor was also waiting beside the piano.

"You need to sing a song and get at least 30 passersby to stop and listen for it to count as a success. This piano instructor can accompany you, but his rental fee is 50 yuan per song," the production team explained.

Jiang Siming chuckled. "I don’t need to rent the piano instructor. I can play it myself."

What a joke—his piano skills were world-class! Why waste money hiring an accompanist?

"That works too," the production team had no objections.

Jiang Siming immediately sat at the piano, rendering the instructor completely unnecessary.

Eager to find Reba and complete the task, he didn’t hesitate. His hands danced across the keys as a melody, one no one had heard before, flowed from his fingertips.

The beautiful tune instantly caught the attention of a few passersby, slowing their steps. They curiously looked at Jiang Siming’s back, wondering why this unfamiliar melody sounded so enchanting.

"The books always describe those unexpectedly delightful evenings,

The bicycle rides, and the conversations between him and her.

The girl’s white dress—he loved seeing her wear it.

So many scenes, so much romance,

So many joys and sorrows, so many bittersweet farewells,

Your journey continues at

So many days that can’t be relived..."

His sudden singing echoed down the street on Jiefangbei Road, enveloping the pedestrians in its melody.

His voice and singing skills instantly captivated passersby—two, six, eight, fifteen...

No one had heard this song before, but it sounded incredibly romantic—just like the voice of the young man singing it.

"Has anyone heard this song before?" the director asked the crew, but everyone shook their heads.

"It seems like he wrote it himself. Don’t forget, he often sings his own songs during livestreams. Even ’Old Boy’ was written by him," the assistant director speculated.

"That’s amazing. Everyone, listen up! Even if he reaches 30 listeners, don’t interrupt him. Let him finish singing first."

After saying that, the director quickly returned his focus to the performance, eager to keep listening.