Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

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.

"You all worked hard during the day, so this afternoon, we’ll let you have some fun in Chongqing for half a day. But!"

Hearing this "but," everyone knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

"This afternoon, you all have a common mission—to find each other. There are six of you, and you will each draw an identity marker from me. You will be paired up in pairs. Now, let’s draw." ṝãＮô𝔟ÈŜ

The director held six envelopes. Each person took one and opened them.

"Why am I Xu Xian? Does this mean there’s a female guest playing my Bai Suzhen?" Lei Jiayin opened his envelope, revealing the name Liang Shanbo, and got excited.

"I’m Bai Suzhen! Jiayin~" Yue Yunpeng waved his envelope and spoke in a delicate voice. His envelope clearly said Bai Suzhen.

"I…" Lei Jiayin was devastated.

Wang Xun and Xiao Zhu drew Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Jiang Siming looked at the chaos around him, then at his own card, which said "Cowherd," and at Reba’s, which said "Weaving Maiden."

Jiang Siming instantly felt at ease. At least he wasn’t paired with a rough old man—identity aside, this was definitely better.

Reba, upon realizing she was paired with Jiang Siming, wasn’t sure what expression to make.

She simply made a bunch of funny faces at Jiang Siming, leaving him completely baffled.

"Alright, everyone’s identities aren’t actually important. This is just a way to pair you up. Outside, there are six cars that will take you to different locations. You will have to rely on your own tacit understanding and methods to find your designated partner. The first pair to reunite will be the winners tonight."

"Remember, during this time, you cannot use your phones or borrow one from a passerby. The only assistance you can get will come from props placed at specific locations in Chongqing. These props will provide you with information—but only if you complete the tasks required."

The task was explained, but the six people wanted to communicate first, which the director forbade.

"Now, please board the cars. Remember, these cars will only take you to your destinations. After that, all expenses, including transportation fees, must be covered by the money you earned today. Of course, if one team finds another team’s members, they can play rock-paper-scissors to steal ten yuan from the other team per round."

After understanding the task arrangements, the six participants got into different vehicles.

They couldn’t even exchange final words as they were taken away by the drivers to unknown locations.

Jiang Siming sat in the car for more than half an hour before the driver informed him they had arrived, so he got out.

Once he stepped out, he found himself at a shopping plaza, which seemed to be the famous Jiefangbei Road in Chongqing.

His phone had been confiscated, making it impossible to contact Reba. Not being allowed to borrow a phone from passersby made things even more frustrating—where was he supposed to find her in this sea of people?

The accompanying production team member handed Jiang Siming a clue about the task location on Jiefangbei Road.

Following the clue, Jiang Siming arrived at a street corner where a piano was placed, along with a microphone.

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.