No. 7 quickly understood what she wanted to express from Song Qingxiao's words, the person who can survive from the trial to the present, no matter how young he is, cannot be underestimated.

"What do you mean ......"

Seven's words hesitated for a moment, and in the distance, on the second floor of the sea ship, Shirley was still looking this way.

There was vigilance in her heart, and she knew that there was a casual look on her face:

"Mr. Zhou is deliberately taking us to a remote island with strange things nearby?"

Song Qingxiao was noncommittal, it can be seen from the current clues that Mr. Zhou's intentions are very obvious, and he is ready to kill people, and this trial is likely to require everyone to work together, so after approaching the island, she intends to give No. 7 a reminder.

However, because she had a grudge against the No. 6 young man, even if this trial required the cooperation of everyone, after the event, she would kill the No. 6 young man and nip the danger in the bud.

So it's best to give only half of this point, it's best if Young Man Six can get some injuries in the trial, and it will be convenient for her to do it then.

If these trialists who formed an alliance didn't believe her, then it would be up to them to see if there was a second plan for the trial, and they might have to follow Mr. Zhou's wishes and leave all these people on the island!

After Seven's words, he laughed again:

"Could it be that you're thinking too much?"

Her voice was soft, but the doubts in her words were revealed.

Compared with the purpose of doubting Mr. Zhou and the others, she was more suspicious of a trialist like Song Qingxiao.

In No. 7's opinion, no matter how powerful and rich Mr. Zhou and the others are in such a trial scene, they are just characters set in the game, and they can't make any waves.

On the contrary, Song Qingxiao, who is also a trialist, has experienced several trials, and has exchanged in the trial space, the young man No. 6 has fought with her, probed her bottom, although they were separated quickly, but Song Qingxiao still left a scar on No. 6's hand.

Although No. 6 was very reluctant, he also revealed to a few people who formed a temporary alliance that Song Qingxiao didn't know what his ability was in other aspects, but in terms of skill, he was very strong and a threat.

Although the purpose of No. 6 talking like this is probably because of the festival between him and Song Qingxiao, which caused him to exaggerate Song Qingxiao's strength and make everyone jealous of her, but no matter what, No. 7 really didn't believe Song Qingxiao at this time, afraid that she would play some tricks.

"Probably."

After Song Qing mentioned it, she didn't believe it, so she didn't waste any more words.

Seven originally said this, hoping that she could explain, but she showed her doubts in one go, so she nodded her head and admitted it, this feeling is like she has accumulated strength to punch, but it has entered the soft cotton, which is extremely uncomfortable.

"It's not new that the boat is moving fast, or that there are no fish nearby."

No. 7 couldn't help but add, and Song Qingxiao turned his gaze to the fishing rod and ignored her.

No. 7, who couldn't get a response, looked a little ugly, and stood next to him for a while, and after seeing Song Qingxiao ignore her, he returned to the team in a hurry.

The scholar glanced at her unhappy face and asked her a few words in a low voice, and the seventh said a few words, and several people laughed.

When Song Qingxiao took back the hook, he found that half of the bait remained, and after changing the bait again, he repeated the previous action, and before he threw the bait down, he heard footsteps behind him.

Shirley, who had been staring at her on the second floor, came downstairs and walked straight to her.

This woman was quite arrogant, except for being respectful to Mr. Zhou, she did not pretend to be to others, and Seven's excellent communication skills at that time also fell to her iron plate.

From the time the Trialist came aboard the ship to the present, almost everyone who tried to strike up a conversation with her had failed.

She rarely goes out of the cabin, to be precise, she rarely leaves Mr. Zhou's side, but it is rare to come out at this time, No. 7 and the others saw her walking towards Song Qingxiao, and they couldn't help but show a strange look on their faces.

"Is there a catch?"

When Shirley came over, she didn't deliberately restrain her steps, her long straight hair was coiled behind her head, revealing her delicate makeup face.

"Nope."

Song Qing glanced at the bucket at his feet, because of the power generated during the operation of the boat, the water in the bucket was also rippling, it had been more than three hours, but it was empty.

"I wanted to have a meal in the evening, but it turned out to be probably the reason for my poor skills, and no fish are willing to take the bait until now."

"Maybe there are no fish in the waters around here."

Compared with No. 7, Shirley is undoubtedly quite smart, and she quickly heard the meaning of Song Qingxiao's words, she pursed her lips, and was a little suspicious that what she said that night, Song Qingxiao guessed something.

"Probably, yes."

Song Qingxiao smiled and stood up, she stretched her waist, looked into the distance, the clouds in the distance were accumulating, from noon, the sun was blocked by a large thick dark cloud, and the sea and sky met in the distance, giving people a feeling as if the sky was going to be pressed down.

The wind on the side of the boat was very strong, blowing Shirley's skirt squirting, for no reason, Shirley felt a little upset, she got Song Qingxiao's response, but this did not make her feel a little more steady.

"It's windy, since there are no fish on the bait, let's collect it early."

She turned around and left, and after walking a few steps, she stopped and said such a sentence, the corners of Song Qing's small mouth rose, and she answered:

"It's likely to rain when the wind blows, and if you wait a little longer, you may have a harvest."

Shirley had already walked in the direction of the cabin, and No. 7 hesitated to come over and ask her about it, but Song Qingxiao didn't give her this opportunity, and turned to look at the sea again.

After Shirley left, Song Qingxiao did not restrain herself, but intensified her efforts, asking the people on the boat to send a few more pairs of fishing gear, and all of them put on bait and threw them down.

More than two hours passed, and Song Qingxiao noticed that the dark clouds around him were denser than before, and everyone had already noticed the imminent wind and rain.

Today's dinner on the ship was prepared earlier than usual, and before it was dark, the people on board pushed the meal out.

She lined up to get her meal, and the person who was scooping her up glanced up at her and bent down to take out a box of carefully prepared seafood from under the food truck.

The people around noticed this scene, and they were stunned at first, and the person who sent the rice said with a smile:

"Miss Zhou has ordered, and said that she will give you more food."

The other people who heard this had different expressions, some were envious, some were dissatisfied, and the trialists naturally knew that the 'Miss Zhou' that the person who sent the rice should be the woman who followed Mr. Zhou, but they didn't expect that this woman who didn't pretend to others would be so special to Song Qingxiao.

Song Qingxiao only noticed the name of Shirley in this person's mouth, her surname is Zhou, and she has the same surname as Mr. Zhou, in the case that the two are not related by blood, she follows Mr. Zhou's surname, which easily reminds Song Qingxiao that she once said that she was funded by Mr. Zhou.

It is estimated that this surname is probably also a part of repaying kindness.

The other people hired on board watched her take the box of delicate dishes, and some complained in a joking way:

"It's all the same is employed by Mr. Zhou, why does she have it, but we don't have ......"

Song Qingxiao ignored these words, and the person who sent the meal hadn't explained yet, and in the midst of the noise, No. 7, who was suddenly standing on the side, shouted:

"It's moving!" Her excited voice interrupted the grumbling of the crowd, and they looked in the direction of her finger and did see one of the fishing rods fixed to the side of the boat bobbing twice.

After Song Qingxiao mentioned that she didn't catch the bait, although No. 7 refuted Song Qingxiao at the time, she still kept this matter in mind, and kept an eye on the baited fishing rods, just about a second or two ago, the fishing rod that had not moved suddenly fell down, as if it was hooked by some heavy object, after Song Qingxiao turned his head, he saw that the rod was shaking non-stop, and after several hours of no harvest, at this point, there was finally a fish on the bait!

As soon as No. 7's voice fell, the first fishing rod moved, and then the second and third fishing rods prepared by Song Qingxiao shook desperately.

This is really like an appointment, if you don't take the bait, you won't take the bait, and once you take the bait, it seems to come in groups.