Chapter 909 - 908: Picking Up Trash, Picking Up Trash

When they got to the beach, they realized just how complicated the drink collection task was.

There was no complete packaging, no tote bags, and the opened drinks were scattered all over different places, some quite far away.

Someone tell her, what was the deal with the person delivering the drinks?! Even if they needed to recycle the boxes, there’s no need to be in such a hurry, right?!

The group stood on the beach, dumbfounded.

Guan Yu: "Director, it must have been hard for you guys too, setting them up in such a chaotic way?"

How could they make it so troublesome?

"Forget it, let’s hurry up and pick them up. I doubt half an hour is enough. How many drinks are there in total?"

The director, who came with them in the van, said: "There are twelve cans of soda, twelve bottles of cocktails, and a large bottle of soy milk in total. Remember, everyone, the contact time with these drinks cannot exceed one minute continuously. There are balance sensors attached to the bottles, and as soon as you pick up the bottle, the timer starts. Once it exceeds one minute, an alarm will sound. Also, the half-hour time starts from when you set off, and ten minutes have already passed."

Li Yang squatted down and picked up a can of soda closest to him, looking at it carefully: "Balance sensor? Where is it? How does it work? Does it detect when the water inside starts panicking?"

Guan Yu glanced at him briefly: "Do you need a science education show? Quickly pick up, even if we can’t drink it all, we can give it to the show team. We can’t let it go to waste... By the way, director, who sent all these?"

Director: "The soda was sent by Teacher Shen Zhousong, the cocktails by Teacher Jiang Lu, and the large bottle of soy milk by Zhu Qi."

"... Sent by Brother Jiang Lu?!" Guan Yu’s eyes almost lit up like two light bulbs and she immediately ducked her head to search for the cocktails on the ground, "I’ll go pick them up now!"

She specifically went for the cocktails, but on this beach, the drinks were thrown about with no rhyme or reason. She ran back and forth but only found a few bottles of cocktails.

And because the vehicle she could use was a small tricycle and couldn’t push it around to load up, she could only hold the two or three bottles she picked up in her arms, thinking it was best to pick up three at a time, and then run back to the tricycle with them.

Unfortunately, she still ran out of time.

The alarm sound "wee-woo wee-woo" started, scaring Guan Yu to nearly drop the three bottles of cocktails she was holding.

Director: "Exceeded contact time, all drinks sounding the alarm are considered wasted and cannot be taken."

Guan Yu: "?!"

Mu Qiu, still squatting on the ground picking up bottles, immediately threw the soda bottle from her arms onto the sand.

Then she went to push the bicycle over.

"We can only take one bottle at a time now. Once picked up, it has to be immediately placed into a suitable container."

She parked the bicycle in front of the bottles she had thrown on the ground, frowning as she looked around.

"But aside from the tricycle, none of the other vehicles have a place to put bottles."

Shu Ran also tossed the bottles she was holding onto the sand and very carefully rolled them towards Mu Qiu’s feet to ensure she wouldn’t have continuous contact for a minute.

"We need a bag," she said.

Mu Qiu looked around: "But where can we get a bag? Sister Guan Yu isn’t wearing that large shirt now, there’s no... Hey, Sister Shu Ran, do you think that could work?"

Shu Ran raised her head and followed the direction she was pointing.

Their camera followed the lens to a group of photographers wrapped in floral headscarves for sun protection behind the director.

The photographers suddenly felt uneasy.

Mu Qiu leaned the bicycle to the side and with Shu Ran walked towards the camera, aiming for the headscarves on the photographers’ heads right in front of the director.

The photographers tilted their heads back to avoid them, but couldn’t resist for long, and soon the floral headscarves fell into Shu Ran’s hands.

Mu Qiu tested it: "It’s pretty stretchy, it should be able to hold two cans of drinks."

But there’s no way they would only carry two cans, so to ensure the scarf was secure, they "

cruelly" collected the floral headscarves from all the photographers standing in the first row.

"Sorry, brother, just borrowing your headscarf."

"Sorry, we’ll definitely return it to you guys later."

"Sorry, sorry, we really couldn’t find anything else, can we borrow your headscarf? Thanks, brother!"

They scurried around among the photographers, plucking headscarves off the tall muscular photographers, causing quite a commotion, attracting the attention of others.

Guan Yu criticized them, feeling heartbroken: "Harassing staff in broad daylight, is this the decay of humanity or the collapse of morality?"

Li Yang, still squatting, turned his head to ask Cheng Zhirang: "What are they doing? Snatching headscarves to use as bags?"

Cheng Zhirang nodded: "Probably. We also need a bag, tricycles are not very convenient to push around, and if we’re too fast, putting the drinks into the cart might damage them."

Li Yang: "What should we use as a bag? Clothes could work, but it seems no one is wearing an overcoat here."

Shi Yuhuai lifted his eyebrows slightly: "Can’t we just snatch theirs?"

"... Right, you really are something, Brother Huai, now I believe you earned your spot as the female guests’ most wanted person to get rid of." Li Yang gave him a thumbs up.

"......"

Shi Yuhuai felt so annoyed he didn’t even want to look in his direction.

While they were talking, Mu Qiu and Shu Ran had already collected about a dozen floral headscarves, each one dipped in the seawater and layered together.

Colorful and floral, layered together like a mix of all the paint on a palette.

Just as they finished getting them ready on the beach, Cheng Zhirang came over and squatted in front of them.

"Can we borrow half of your hard-won results? We also need a bag."

Mu Qiu glanced at him, pressed the headscarves down on the sand to prevent him from taking them: "There’s no such thing as enjoying someone else’s hard work for free. You can create your own hard-won results."

Shi Yuhuai stood in front of them with a shocking remark: "But the headscarves are gone, we can’t possibly ask them to use wigs to help knit bags."

She looked up at him as if she had seen a ghost: "... Are you implying that the photographers are all bald? How rude are you, Brother Huai?"

"I never said that, you’re the one who said it. Can’t you really lend us any? Time is running out, and this is a group task for us."

Mu Qiu and Shu Ran exchanged a look, then donated half of the headscarves they had laid out.

"You have to return them!"

Cheng Zhirang nodded and, with Shi Yuhuai, grabbed the headscarves and ran into the distance, where there were still quite a few bottles scattered around.

Leaving the two of them, each holding onto one end of the headscarf, deftly tossing the collected bottles into this special bag, then walking along the beach to pick up the bottles along the way.

Until the weight in their hands was pressing hard enough to hurt the palms, Mu Qiu straightened up and pounded on her lower back, looking at the scene of "intense bottle collecting" on the beach, and sighed:

"Just now, it was a group of tourists collecting shells, now it looks like a group of scrap collectors."