"No, it doesn't," the cameraman stammered, conflicted as he glanced at the lens.

What none of them realized was that the camera had already switched over, and their conversation had been broadcast live to the whole audience.

[Report: we have a couple not trying hard enough in this competition.]

[LOL, everyone else is playing seriously, and then there's the Debra-Juan duo trying to bend the rules.]

[Why am I finding Juan so attractive right now? Like, who cares about winning? His girl comes first.]

...

Debra could barely manage a smile now. She could imagine what kind of storm was brewing online because of their exchange. She just hoped Marion wouldn't see this.

As time ticked by, the weather began to change.

Debra glanced at the sky. "Is it about to rain?"

"Looks like it," Juan replied as he dug into his backpack, pulling out a simple raincoat, prepared in advance by the production team.

"Put this on," he said, handing it to Debra.

asked, noticing there

zipped the backpack closed and slung it over his shoulder, answering calmly, "As long

"But..."

quietly, though loud enough for the audience to

serious? They knew it would rain

for show. The producers

at Debra's face. She's about two seconds

is just cruel. They're out there in the wilderness, and the show's messing with them for entertainment.

...

cameraman, who

fault. It was all part of

wasn't slow to figure out the angle

production team did this for one reason only: to create

the usual formula, as

tine"

one raincoat, their backpack. Naturally, the guests were

her anger. "Tell the director this. If the rain gets

little longer? The

brow furrowed. "We

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