After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 219: Encountering a Mad Dog on the Road

Sang Qiao and Si Chenli easily dealt with the group that wanted to come up and snatch their food.

Sang Nanfeng struggled to help them so much that his wig fell off on the ground, an incident that confused everyone in Si No.11’s group who had fallen over.

Especially the one being held around the waist by Sang Nanfeng, he doubted himself in his tone, "Did I make your hair fall off with my actions?"

Sang Nanfeng quickly scrambled to put his wig back on his head, his face darkened, "Shut up!"

"LMAO hahahaha, can hair be blown away by anger?"

"Holy crap, No. 9 and No. 19 are so cool, they seem like martial artists with such good moves."

"To be fair, No. 11’s group is really not cool, how could they do something like snatching food from another group."

Compared to Sang Nanfeng’s disheveled situation, Sang Qingran had already been knocked to the ground, in a position ready to be slaughtered, and the two who had beaten him let go silently when they saw no one else in their team had fought.

"You four wait for me!" No. 11 threatened fiercely, extremely reluctant to give up.

Sang Qiao just stood by his side, lifted her leg and kicked him hard again, "Scram."

"Ah..." No. 11 let out a sharp cry of pain, unable to fight back, he could only retreat ignominiously with his teammates.

No. 13 covered his painfully aching arm and looked enviously at the large bag of food on their side, "Captain, what should we do now? Are we just going to let those two hoard all that food?"

"What can we do if we can’t beat them!" No. 11 was also angry, they had so many people and yet they couldn’t beat the four of them, what a waste!

"Captain, how about revealing your identity to scare them into handing over the food obediently?" someone suggested.

Upon hearing this, No. 11’s face had a momentary freeze, he wasn’t the real Mr. Si after all. If he dared to say something like that in front of the camera, who knew how Mr. Si might settle scores after the fact.

He had only let slip a surname - if this group misunderstood on their own accord, it had nothing to do with him.

No. 11 started to wonder where the real Mr. Si had gone, hoping not to offend him inadvertently.

No. 11 cleared his throat lightly, "Not for now, let’s first eat the food our team found. As for those four, I’ll think of another plan later."

"Such a low-profile captain."

"Yeah, truly a person of great magnanimity, never using status to pressure people."

"Captain, do you want to eat this?"

"Give it to me, no more bootlicking, let’s hurry and eat so we can get moving. I have to come in first in this show!" No. 11 was in a good mood from being flattered.

"Captain is mighty!"

"Captain will definitely come first!"

Sang Nanfeng and his companions, watching this group shouting about might and coming in first, couldn’t help but mock, "A bunch of idiots, you’d think they were cheerleaders or something."

"Drink milk." Si Chen handed over a straw-laden strawberry-flavored milk to Sang Qiao beside him.

"Okay." Sang Qiao took it, biting the straw and turning her head to look at the two who were always just a distance away from them. She couldn’t help but remember their recent assistance.

She faintly felt that these two seemed a bit familiar but couldn’t quite place who they were for the moment.

Sang Nanfeng just happened to meet her gaze and quickly widened his mouth into a smile, but paired with his bizarre makeup, the friendly gesture undoubtedly seemed especially eerie.

"..." Sang Qiao silently turned her head away, she probably wouldn’t recognize such a person.

The food Sang Qingran found was some fruit and a bucket of instant noodles, which he got by paying the cameraman for some hot water to prepare them.

"Damn, impressive!" Sang Nanfeng’s eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the hot food, just as he was about to reach out to take it.

Sang Qingran simply walked past him and placed the noodles and apples in front of Si Chenli, "Hot food for you, with two apples as well."

[??? Are you serious, dude? You found food and didn’t give it to your girlfriend first, but to man No. 19?]

[I’m sensing an unusual vibe here. Is No.2 not interested in women? After all, his girlfriend is, to put it mildly, problematic.]

[...To be honest, when No.1’s hair started falling, I thought he was male, but those are some serious waves on his chest, probably no man can compare.]

[Why are all of your focus points so bizarre? Am I the only one curious about where he got the hot water? This is a deserted island, ladies!]

Sang Qingran put down the noodles and left, giving Si Chenli no opportunity to refuse. He knew very well that with hot food present, Si Chenli would definitely not eat it himself but would prioritize giving it to Qiaoqiao.

If he had given the noodles directly to Qiaoqiao, she would have certainly rejected them.

And perhaps, due to Si Chenli’s jealousy, they would not have had the chance to join Si Chenli’s duo during their days on the island.

After returning to Sang Nanfeng’s side, Sang Qingran tossed him a bag of apples, "You eat the fruit."

"Okay." Sang Nanfeng listlessly started munching on an apple, without any sign of unhappiness in his heart.

Si Chenli frowned at the noodles and apples in front of him but didn’t intend to return them; instead, he placed two loaves of bread and two cups of milk in front of them.

Then he turned around and came back, handing the still-steaming noodles to Sang Qiao, "Eat it while it’s hot."

"Shouldn’t we give it back to them?" Sang Qiao took the noodles and deliberately lowered her voice to ask, understanding well the principle that accepting someone’s food makes it harder to refuse them later.

"It’s fine, I exchanged some bread and milk for it. Next time we find extra food, we’ll share some with them."

Si Chenli’s tone was unabashed as he reached out to mess up the young girl’s hair, looking at her with indulgent affection.

"Okay." Sang Qiao used a fork to scoop some noodles towards his mouth, "You eat some too."

"Mhm." Si Chenli opened his mouth to take a bite, then pushed her hand with the next forkful, urging her to feed herself.

The two of them took turns eating, the scene momentarily full of love; truth be told, very few of the noodles actually went into Si Chenli’s stomach.

Sang Nanfeng, Sang Qingran: "..." There was no need to speak so loudly; they weren’t deaf. It wasn’t a big deal not to share the food, but wasn’t this display of affection a bit too much?

After finishing their meal, they continued on their way. The terrain on the island was uneven, with several diverging paths, and other members had already started to turn and go their separate ways.

Only Si Shiyi’s team was like an unshakeable ghost, following them whichever route they took.

Overall, after half a day, the island seemed like a joke, posing no real challenge. Food was easy to find; everyone had some. They just had to keep walking.

Just as everyone was letting down their guard, several ferocious dogs suddenly leaped out in front of them, large in size and snarling aggressively at them, "Woof woof woof!"

This startled everyone, and No. 13 immediately took several steps back.

Sang Qiao instinctively shielded Si Chenli, calmly facing the rabid dogs, "Let’s back off first."