Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Youth Photography Award Is Yours

“Headquarters has already deployed drones to patrol Zone 026. If anything happens, I need to get there right away.”

On the other end of the phone, Ning Zexi sounded weak, pitiful, and helpless: “Boss, I’m really scared. They won’t seal my mouth shut with glue too, will they?”

Xu Ying had extensive veterinary experience and survival skills in various extreme environments. She could also understand Beast Language, always finding little helpers wherever she went. Walking through this desert, called the Sea of Death, wasn’t too frightening for her.

But every time the other rescuers were dispatched on such unknown-risk missions, they were on edge.

—”Not to that extent, not to that extent. They’re not ruthless poachers or spies.”

Xu Ying held the phone between her ear and shoulder, packing up the tree-planting tools and materials, reassuring Ning Zexi: “Hang tight, I’m coming to find you right away!”

“If anything urgent happens, report to me immediately.”

Xu Ying’s words gave Ning Zexi some comfort, and he pitifully said, “Alright, I’m waiting for you!”

Viewers in the livestream room were puzzled to see Xu Ying, who had just started broadcasting her tree planting, suddenly begin packing up her things.

“Cloud Feeders, I have an emergency task to execute. I might not be able to continue the live broadcast as expected, so cherish what you’re seeing!”

Xu Ying packed up, sat on the sand motorcycle, and didn’t forget to explain the situation to the livestream viewers.

She suddenly remembered that the photographer sent by Uncle Qin was supposed to arrive this morning.

Just as Xu Ying was about to call Uncle Qin to explain the situation, she encountered a camouflaged sidecar motorcycle head-on while riding her sand motorcycle.

The girl on the motorcycle was dressed casually, her posture straight and upright, like a small white poplar swaying in the wind.

She wore a sun mask and sunglasses, waving her work badge at Xu Ying.

“Little Xu Station Chief?”

“I’m Xia Man, the photographer sent by Chief Qin!”

Seeing Xu Ying in person made Xia Man a little excited. Xu Ying’s courage to work with small animals to catch spies had already spread around the base, and everyone was curious about this young Beast Language expert.

“I’m a year older than you, you can call me Sister Man or Manman.”

—”Hello Manman!”

Xu Ying gave an inquisitive look to her streaming phone. Since Xia Man was the photographer sent by Uncle Qin, confidentiality needed special attention: “I’m live-streaming right now. If it’s inconvenient, I can turn it off.”

Xia Man made an “OK” gesture: “No problem, I can be on camera, I’m wearing a sun mask.”

“Where are you headed?”

Xu Ying answered succinctly: “Emergency task, heading to Zone 026 to help.”

The morning wind was a bit strong, and she tightened the light blue windbreaker zipper, speaking to Xia Man: “Sister Man, do you want to ride my motorcycle over there?”

Hearing that she could get footage of Little Xu Station Chief on an emergency task, Xia Man quickly parked her vehicle, hugged her camera, and agilely hopped onto Xu Ying’s sand motorcycle.

Spending years at the base, she was also very curious about what an animal rescuer’s emergency task entailed.

Xu Ying asked with concern: “Have you eaten breakfast?”

—”I have, but I was worried you hadn’t, so I brought you something.”

Xia Man patted her backpack, “This backpack is full of everyone’s care for you at the base. Even the head of the cooking class, knowing I was coming to report to you, gave me a big box of goodies.”

Xu Ying was secretly surprised; was she really this popular?

She gripped the handlebar, maintaining her surface composure, and sped toward Zone 026 with all her might.

*

In the desert oasis of Zone 026, three expansive off-road vehicles were parked under the shade of trees.

Desert oases often have small and large water holes, attracting various desert animals to drink and bathe here.

This place had many excellent vantage points for photography.

Water holes of different sizes were scattered in the desert oasis, the clear water surfaces glinting under the sun like shards of mirrors reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

Near a large water hole, a young woman in a light blue windbreaker carried a pricey camera with a long lens, filming feather-legged sand chickens bathing in the water hole.

From head to toe, she was clad in luxury brand outdoor gear, which altogether neared six figures in value, emanating a sense of wealth.

Four people surrounded her, all praising her photography skills.

“Miss Feng, you’re the most talented photographer I’ve ever guided!”

“I think the gold medal of this year’s Dragon Country Youth Photography Competition is already reserved for Miss Feng.”

…

The praised “Miss Feng,” named Feng Qingdai, was a new member of the Lingsi Photography Team and a VIP student who had paid a hefty sum to learn photography.

Listening to these senior photographers’ flattering words, Feng Qingdai’s red lips curled in a smile: “Seniors, can you really guarantee one hundred percent that I’ll win this year’s Youth Photography Competition gold medal and make a big name for myself in the photography world?”

Jeff, the captain of the Lingsi Photography Team, pushed his black-framed glasses up his nose, speaking confidently: “The popularity of your shoots in the desert conservation area is sky-high, what with the ear fox and animal slimming.”

“When the photos of the desert animals are published on our Lingsi Photography account, it will definitely cause a stir!”

“The netizens will surely vote for you.”

Jeff’s sister Vivian, the star sales consultant and photography assistant who brought Feng Qingdai to the Lingsi team, chimed in: “Don’t just imagine making a name in the photography scene; you might even gain crossover fame.”

“When netizens see the photographer’s excellent skills, young and beautiful looks, plus the character persona we’ve planned for you, you’re bound to gain a massive following!”

Feng Qingdai’s smile widened: “Alright, I’ll have my dad give you all a bigger bonus.”

“Oh, Miss Feng, you’re too kind!”

The four members of the Lingsi Photography Team surrounding her were overjoyed to hear her words.

At that moment, a tall and brawny square-faced man disembarked from one of the parked off-road cars, carrying a backpack loaded with equipment.

He wore sunglasses, an army-green tank top, and camo pants, exuding a commanding presence.

Seeing this man approach, Jeff quickly introduced the burly man’s identity to Feng Qingdai.

“Miss Feng, this is Wang Hao, Brother Hao, the desert guide we hired for a substantial fee this time.”

The square-faced burly man Wang Hao nodded courteously at Feng Qingdai.

Jeff shook hands with Wang Hao: “Brother Hao has lived in the desert since he was little and knows it like the back of his hand.”

“Miss Feng, you can ask Brother Hao any questions or curiosities you have.”

Glancing at the feather-legged sand chickens through her lens, Feng Qingdai pursed her lips, turning to appraise Wang Hao. Concluding he was just a local guide serving her as a tool, she spoke imperiously: “Guide, these feather-legged sand chickens are so ugly, there’s no point in photographing them.”

“The ear fox is the most popular, so I think we should shoot the ear fox. Go get me a few ear foxes.”

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