122 Tremor! Is Su Yunjin about to face hardship?

“What? Outdoor survival training will be livestreamed?”
“No way, is it really that harsh? Is this necessary?”
“The production team must be up to something—sending our artists to outdoor survival training without any prior contract mention.”

Within just one night, Xu Zhang had already prepared the livestream content for the outdoor survival training. After double-checking, he instructed the operations team to release the itinerary publicly, using it as a teaser to captivate the audience for the next episode.

With the combined popularity of the show “Blood and Sweat Soldiers” and Su Yunjin’s recent invitation from the Chinese Archery Association, the itinerary immediately had countless fans worried for their favorite artist.

The schedule stated that during the outdoor survival training, guests could form their own teams or unite as one, enduring a week’s survival in the military’s outdoor training grounds.

Throughout this period, guests would receive no support—no water, food, tents, or any supplies whatsoever.

Furthermore, all items brought by guests had to comply strictly with military regulations.

Facing harsh conditions and zero resources, this would be an immense challenge for the typically pampered celebrity artists.

“Is this even feasible? Could someone get hurt?”
“I don’t think this is reliable at all. How is ‘Blood and Sweat Soldiers’ planning to play this?”
“Honestly, I’m kind of looking forward to it, haha.”

Some expressed concern, some were shocked, some doubted—but the majority were eagerly anticipating it.

Just imagine tossing these delicate stars into the wilderness; it’s bound to be a spectacle.

While the online debate raged, inside the military camp, Guan Tongyue and the others were no less unsettled.

It was almost visible to the naked eye how Su Yunjin observed Guan Tongyue and company’s faces shift from stunned disbelief to outright wails.

Guan Tongyue exclaimed, “No way! How are we supposed to survive this?”
Zhang Chuchu protested, “They’re only allowing us to bring one backpack of supplies. How is that even possible?”
Zhang Xiaoxiao tried to comfort, “Chuchu, don’t be scared. I’m here.”

Taking the opportunity to be attentive, Zhang Xiaoxiao’s earnestness was well received by Zhang Chuchu, who nodded gratefully.

“Tongyue, Yunjin, the three of us can share our supplies,” Zheng E offered politely.

“Thank you, Teacher Zheng,” Su Yunjin expressed her gratitude.

Guan Tongyue’s face lit up, “Really? That’s great! Big Shark, you’re the best.”

“Yeah, what took you so long to realize?”
“Pfft, you flatter me,” Guan Tongyue said proudly, tossing her head.

Beside her, Su Yunjin could see that with Zheng E’s assurance, Guan Tongyue’s panic had transformed into confidence.

Inside the camp, Su Yunjin and the others laughed off the matter lightly, putting it out of their minds.

However, out of sight, Guan Tongyue’s team was repeatedly confirming the safety of their artists with Xu Zhang and his group.

Only after receiving firm reassurances did they reluctantly consent.

While the production team, artists, artist teams, and military camp prepared actively, a wave of unprecedented attention quietly fell upon Su Yunjin from the outside world.

These watchful eyes were not random; they came from China’s major aristocratic families.

“Since breaking off the engagement with the Lu family, Su Yunjin’s treatment hasn’t been too favorable.”
“Outdoor survival training—could this be another directive from the Lu family?”
“A few young girls and inexperienced men out there with hardly any food—what’s the difference?”
“Hey, maybe it’s time to extend some favor to the Seven Sects?”

Among the aristocracy, everyone understands the saying: “The camel is bigger than the horse.”

Though it seemed that Su Yunjin might suffer on the show, considering the prestige and foundation of the Seven Sects, these watchful elites’ first thought was not to strike her down but to offer their goodwill.

By doing so, they might secure a foothold in the influence of the Seven Sects.

The intentions of the nobility were clear—once unable to curry favor with the Seven Sects, now they sought to do so desperately.

At this moment, they racked their brains to show Su Yunjin some grace and thus draw closer ties with the Seven Sects.

However, unlike the scheming aristocrats, the Fu family was filled with righteous anger. Fu Xingguo stomped his foot and scolded Fu Lin fiercely, “How could you not stop this? Yunjin isn’t a rookie soldier—how can she be treated like one?”

Since learning that Su Yunjin would undergo outdoor survival training next week, Fu Xingguo had berated Fu Lin without mercy.

If not for prior commitments preventing interference in “Blood and Sweat Soldiers,” he would have called Xu Zhang immediately and told that scoundrel to get lost.

“Grandfather, I couldn’t stop it either,” Fu Lin answered, nearly in tears.

The decision came too suddenly. He was still reporting to school officials when the notice arrived in the afternoon that Su Yunjin and four others would survive outdoors in the next episode.

They were all newcomers—how could they manage?

“Can’t stop it? You’re a student of national defense, and you can’t say no?” Fu Xingguo ground his teeth in anger.

Fu Lin’s regret was profound, “Grandfather, it’s not that I didn’t want to refuse, but you know, the order came directly from above. I’m a soldier; my top priority is obedience.”

“So what do you plan to do? Can those five even make it?” Fu Xingguo asked bluntly.

Fu Lin sighed, “Probably not, but I’ve applied to assist on the sidelines, just can’t appear publicly.”

“Alright then, let me tell you—if anything happens to Yunjin, you’ll know exactly what consequences await when your grandfather is angry!”

Before Fu Lin could reply, Fu Xingguo abruptly hung up.

Still unsatisfied, he called Fu Jiahua and vented his anger after explaining the situation.

Unlike with his son, he had no qualms about scolding his grandson harshly.

After exhausting his fury, Fu Xingguo then called the five elders to explain the matter clearly while also providing assurances.

After all, he could not allow anything to happen to Su Yunjin.

While Fu Xingguo and Fu Lin fretted, in the Lu Group’s office, Lu Yiqing looked up at the sound of the door opening.

Frowning, he muttered, “Can’t you knock?”

“Heh, I forgot,” Pei Xuan replied, entering with an excited grin. After a brief explanation, he sat opposite Lu Yiqing, his smile almost splitting his face.

“What's up? Something to say?” Lu Yiqing asked coolly.

Pei Xuan leaned in with a mischievous smile, “Yiqing, guess what good news I brought you?”

“What good news?”

“It’s about Su Yunjin. Do you know what she’s been up to lately?”

Pei Xuan’s eyes twinkled with barely concealed schadenfreude.

“Wasn’t she said to be on a variety show?” Lu Yiqing replied indifferently.

He had no interest in Su Yunjin’s affairs.

Yet, Pei Xuan’s incessant chatter meant that even without direct contact, Lu Yiqing knew she was participating in a military-themed show.

The show claimed to be rigorous—it was unclear why Pei Xuan was so delighted. For Lu Yiqing, whether Su Yunjin suffered or not was irrelevant.

“Heh heh, yes, she’s on that show. But this time, they introduced a new segment: making guests like Su Yunjin survive outdoors with no supplies allowed.

So?

Yiqing, aren’t you excited? Relieved? Satisfied?”

The glee in Pei Xuan’s eyes was nearly tangible; he wished he could be on site to record Su Yunjin’s miserable state.

Outdoors.

No supplies.

Pure hardship.

He was ecstatic—Su Yunjin was finally going to endure a harsh lesson!