186: Chapter 186 This is a rare experience

The storm clouds were advancing faster than expected. As Song Tianhao demonstrated the key points of the dance move to the girls on the beach, the wind already carried noticeable force, sweeping fine sand across their ankles.

The distant horizon was no longer a clear blue, but had settled into a dull, leaden gray, almost merging with the low-hanging clouds on the horizon.

"Extend your hand from here; don't flick it, 'release' it." Song Tianhao stood in front of Kim Hyuna, wearing simple khaki casual pants and a dark gray short-sleeved T-shirt, his movements clean and precise.

He performed a gesture of extending his arm forward, followed by a gentle downward press of his wrist, his fingertips seemingly touching invisible water ripples. His entire posture carried a strange sense of control—both relaxed and containing core power ready to burst forth at any moment.

Kim Hyuna stared without blinking, imitating his movements. Her original dance style leaned more towards outward power and visual impact; at this moment, attempting to restrain herself and pouring strength into subtle muscle control, a more introverted sexiness, different from her stage performances, quietly emerged.

The softness of the beach required more stability from her lower body, which instead reinforced this "lazy explosive power."

"Wow, Hyuna xi, dancing like that feels really different." Park Hyomin crouched nearby, still clutching the seashell she had just picked up, watching intently.

"CEO Oppa, have you really practiced dancing before? Aren't you an actor by trade?" Ham Eunjung asked with interest, arms crossed. She had just exchanged a few moves with Hyuna and could tell that Song Tianhao's guidance was very precise—he was definitely no layman.

Song Tianhao withdrew his hand, brushed the sand from his palms, and said casually, "I've learned a little bit of everything for acting in the past. Martial arts directors, dance teachers—they've all taught me the basics."

He spoke lightly, as if this were merely the basic training for an actor.

Park Ji-yeon and Jeon Boram were building a sandcastle a little further away, while Lee Qri sat on a beach chair that someone had brought down, wearing a sun hat, watching the scene with a faint smile on her lips.

Park So-yeon stood at the edge of the crowd, holding the waterproof camera. The lens pointed at Hyuna and Song Tianhao, who were adjusting their movements, then turned to the gloomy sea in the distance, her brows slightly furrowed.

"CEO Oppa! How did I dance? Did you film it?" Park Hyomin jumped up from the ground, patted the sand off her hands, and ran to Song Tianhao, asking with bright eyes. She had just danced the chorus of "Roly-Poly," hopping on the beach with a bit of childlike liveliness.

Song Tianhao shook the action camera he had been holding in his hand; the screen showed the clip of Park Hyomin from just a moment ago.

He nodded, "I filmed it. However..."

He paused, and under Park Hyomin's slightly nervous gaze, he added slowly, "Your smile could be more open. There are no cameras chasing you here, only us watching."

Park Hyomin was stunned for a moment, then a big, unburdened smile blossomed on her face, much brighter than before: "Nae! Understood, CEO Oppa!"

She deliberately drew out the sound of "Oppa," with a hint of smug intimacy, and even snuck a glance at Park So-yeon nearby.

Park So-yeon shook her head helplessly and turned the camera lens towards her, capturing this smile.

At that moment, the wind suddenly intensified, and the salty sea breeze slapped against their faces, carrying a damp, cold moisture. The wind, which had previously only gently brushed their hair, was now blowing hard enough to make them unsteady on their feet. The sound of waves crashing against the beach became deeper and more powerful.

"Alright, the warm-up is about done." Song Tianhao looked up at the sky; that thick mass of dark clouds had already swallowed more than half the sky and was pressing toward the island at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sunlight had long since disappeared, and the whole world was shrouded in a dim, yellowish haze, as if a storm were imminent. "Pack up your things, everyone go back to the Homestay. The weather forecast was inaccurate; this rain might come immediately."

His tone was calm but carried an unquestionable decisiveness. Although the girls were a bit reluctant to leave the beach, looking at the sky, they all knew this was no time for joking.

Park Ji-yeon and Jeon Boram scrambled to take a picture of their crooked sandcastle, but a wave hit, and half of the sandcastle vanished instantly. The two exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly grabbed their things to run back.

With the lingering fatigue from their playfulness and a suddenly tense mood, the group walked quickly toward the Homestay on the hillside. They had only walked halfway when bean-sized raindrops fell without warning, fast and dense, even stinging when they hit their skin.

Immediately after, a gale whipped up the downpour, like a gray wall of water, pushing horizontally from the direction of the sea, and their vision became a blur within seconds.

"Run!" Someone shouted, and the girls screamed, using their hands or whatever they had grabbed to shield their heads, rushing toward the Homestay door that was close at hand.

As soon as they rushed into the spacious living room of the Homestay, the door behind them was quickly closed by the staff, cutting off the howling wind and rain outside, but the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the wooden roof and glass windows was still clearly audible, even somewhat deafening.

The living room was lit by warm yellow lights powered by a generator, making the people who had just come in from the dim outdoors feel a sense of relief, but also a trace of disorientation. A few minutes ago, they were still bathing in the beach under the setting sun.

Most of the girls were a bit soaked, their hair stuck to their faces and their clothes wet, looking at each other's somewhat disheveled appearances, they couldn't help but laugh, though the laughter carried a hint of lingering fear.

The B&B Owner, a local elderly man with dark skin and a wrinkled face, wearing a floral shirt and flip-flops, walked up to Song Tianhao, speaking rapidly in English with a heavy accent, pointing at the window from time to time, his expression serious.

Song Tianhao listened quietly, nodding occasionally, his expression unchanged. Jang Se-hoon also stood nearby, his brows locked in a frown.

"...Wind and waves, very big. Boat, tomorrow, no, cannot come." The old man gestured with difficulty, "Maybe, two days, three days. Hard to say."

Park So-yeon stood not far away, vaguely hearing the words "boat" and "no," and her heart skipped a beat. She looked at Song Tianhao.

After listening, Song Tianhao nodded to the old man and replied in fairly fluent English, "Understood, thank you for letting us know. Safety first; we will wait until the weather permits."

His calmness seemed to infect the old man, who let out a sigh of relief, said a few more words about staying safe, and then turned to leave, presumably to check other parts of the house.

Song Tianhao turned around to face the girls and team members, who were standing or sitting, wiping their hair with towels, with varying expressions. The sound of wind and rain hitting the windows was the only background noise at this moment.

"The plan has changed." He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "The boat to pick up supplies and some of the rotating staff will likely not be able to come tomorrow. Looking at this weather, we might really be 'trapped' here for the next two or three days."

The living room went quiet for a moment, with only the sound of wind and rain.

Park Ji-yeon subconsciously leaned toward Jeon Boram, muttering softly, "Ah... are we really trapped? Will there be danger..."

Her voice was very small, but in the quiet room, it was still heard by quite a few people.

Park So-yeon immediately glanced at her with a restraining look. Lee Qri gently patted Park Ji-yeon's hand.

Song Tianhao also heard it. He looked at Park Ji-yeon, his tone still steady, even carrying a bit of lightness, "Danger? The worst-case scenario is just staying here for a few more days. I had people carefully inspect this house; the structure is sturdy and has handled storms bigger than this."

He held up a black device in his hand, thicker than a normal mobile phone, and shook it, "Besides, we have a satellite phone; if there is a real emergency, we can call for support at any time, and a helicopter can also come in."

His gaze swept over everyone, lingering for a moment on the younger girls who still had some anxiety on their faces:

"So, put aside unnecessary worries. Now, everyone go take a hot shower immediately, change out of your wet clothes, and ginger tea will be delivered to your rooms shortly. One hour later, gather in the living room; we'll have a meeting."

His arrangements were methodical, and there was not a trace of panic in his tone. That calmness of having everything under control was like a tranquilizer, causing the anxiety on everyone's faces to quickly dissipate. That's right, the CEO said it—the house is sturdy, they have a satellite phone and a helicopter, so what was there to fear?

"Yes!" The girls responded in unison, picking up their things one after another and urging each other to return to their rooms.

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Song Tianhao whispered a few instructions to Jang Se-hoon and several core staff members. Jang Se-hoon nodded and led the team to check the doors and windows and confirm the supplies.

An hour later, everyone had finished bathing, changed into dry, comfortable clothes, and gathered in the living room again, holding warm ginger tea.

The wind and rain outside seemed to have grown fiercer, but the interior was brightly lit, and a fire had even been lit in the fireplace, dispersing the gloom brought by the rainstorm.

The whiteboard in the center of the living room was rolled over. Song Tianhao stood in front of it, holding a marker.

"Since we can't get out for now, the original shooting plan needs to be adjusted." He got straight to the point, writing the words "Island Training Camp Plan" on the whiteboard. "But this doesn't mean we have to wait around doing nothing. On the contrary, I think this is an opportunity."

The girls sat around on the carpet and sofas, holding their ginger tea and looking at him curiously.

"Of course we're still shooting the MV." Song Tianhao drew a line under "Training Camp Plan". "But the concept can be upgraded. Originally, it was 'Retro Party Stranded on an Island'. Now, it's 'A Retro Party Hit by an Unexpected Storm, with Joy Still Blooming Amidst Adversity'. The emotions need to be richer and more layered."

He looked at Ham Eunjung. "Eunjung was right. We need more complex emotional expression."

Ham Eunjung didn't expect the CEO to remember her previous mumbling. Her face flushed slightly, and she nodded.

"The rain scene, the dim indoor lighting, the special sky that might appear after the storm... these can all become our unique materials," Song Tianhao continued. "In fact, this storm itself is the best mood maker."

Kim Hyuna's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she couldn't help but chime in, "CEO-nim, that sounds even cooler than the original plan! It's like... throwing a party even in a desperate situation!"

"Yes, exactly that feeling," Song Tianhao affirmed, then looked at the others. "So, for the next few days, if the weather doesn't permit shooting outdoors, we will have our 'training camp' right here."

He listed a few points on the whiteboard:

"First, no slacking on dance practice. The living room is spacious enough, so we'll use it as a practice room. The focus isn't on synchronization, but on 'feeling'—expressing your body and emotions in this unique environment. Hyuna, I'll refine your part further with the choreographer."

"Second, acting workshop." He wrote down the words. "I'll give you a few scenarios, like 'Sisters Stranded on a Desert Island', 'Accidentally Finding Treasure', or 'Telling Ghost Stories on a Stormy Night', and you will do improvisational acting in groups."

"The goal is to relax and to bring out your most natural state in front of the camera. Jiyeon, especially you, don't just think about 'acting'. Think about how you would actually react if you really encountered this situation."

Hearing her name, Park Ji-yeon immediately sat up straight and nodded vigorously. "Yes, CEO Oppa!"

"Third, music creation brainstorm." Song Tianhao looked at Park So-yeon and Ham Eunjung. "Soyeon, Eunjung, you two take the lead and guide everyone. Just treat it like a music game."

"Use your phones or the simple equipment I brought to record the sounds of the wind and rain, the waves, or even our conversations and laughter. Try to turn them into background audio tracks, or make a special ambient remix of 'Roly-Poly'. Don't worry about whether it's usable or not; the key is to open up your minds and have fun with it."

Park So-yeon and Ham Eunjung exchanged a glance, both seeing the interest in each other's eyes. This sounded like a fun challenge.

"Fourth, we must also have some leisure and entertainment." Song Tianhao turned and walked over to several large cardboard boxes by the wall that no one had paid attention to before. He casually opened one, revealing various board games, cards, and even a few decks of playing cards and dice.

He opened another one, which contained a portable DVD player that looked a bit old but was well-maintained, along with several stacks of movie discs in plastic cases—mostly classic comedies, adventure films, and even a few horror movies.

"I prepared these long ago, just in case." Song Tianhao picked up a box of Monopoly. "Balance work and play."

Seeing these, the last trace of gloom on the girls' faces caused by the weather vanished, replaced by novelty and excitement. This didn't feel like being stranded on a desert island at all; it was like a unique group vacation and training camp!

"CEO, you've thought of everything!" Park Hyomin exclaimed, running over to rummage through the board games.

"Is this 'Scary Movie'? And 'Jurassic Park'?" Jeon Boram picked up a few DVDs, unable to help but laugh.

"So," Song Tianhao clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back. "Treat this accident as a unique experience. It might be storming outside, but here," he pointed to the floor beneath them, "the lights are on, there's enough food, there are things to do, and we have each other's company. Now, any questions?"

"No!" This time, the reply was exceptionally uniform and loud. Even Kim Hyuna chimed in loudly, an eager expression on her face.

Park So-yeon waited for everyone to quiet down a bit before raising her hand to ask the most practical question, "CEO, the B&B Owner said the supply boat might not come for a few days, so our food supplies..."

Song Tianhao nodded. "Good question. I just had my assistant confirm. Based on our current consumption, if we use them sparingly, our food and fresh water supplies should last about five days."

He emphasized, "If—and I mean if—the storm lasts more than five days, we also have a backup plan. There are wild fruit trees on the hill behind us, which should have some fruit this season. We can fish in the sea; I brought the gear. If all else fails, rainwater can also be used after simple treatment."

He looked at Park So-yeon, and then at the others. "So, we won't go hungry, nor will we go thirsty."

He changed the subject, his tone turning lighthearted. "Now, the first 'Island Training Camp' task is here: prepare today's dinner in groups. The Homestay kitchen is quite large and fully equipped. Let me see how your cooking skills are, besides singing and dancing."

The girls looked at each other, and then their eyes lit up. Cooking by themselves? In an idol life where their diets were strictly controlled by managers during promotion periods, and they usually ate cafeteria food or takeout, this was a rare experience.

"I want to make tteokbokki!" Park Hyomin was the first to raise her hand.

"I can cook ramyeon!" Park Ji-yeon refused to be outdone.

"Who doesn't know how to cook ramyeon..." Jeon Boram grumbled.

"I can help prep," Lee Qri said with a smile.

Ham Eunjung was already rolling up her sleeves. "Then I'll handle the main dish. Cooking rice shouldn't be a problem."

Kim Hyuna felt a bit embarrassed. "I probably only know how to cook ramyeon, and not even the tasty kind. But I can learn! I can also wash and chop vegetables!"

Park So-yeon looked at her members, who had instantly become lively, and then at Song Tianhao, who stood by the whiteboard with a faint smile on his lips. The slight worry in her heart about the food supplies vanished without her realizing it.

He was always like this, able to turn a seemingly troublesome situation into a special experience in the most practical, if somewhat unconventional, way.

The wind and rain outside were still fierce, beating against the glass windows and making a continuous wailing sound.

But in the warm and bright living room, the girls had already begun chattering to form groups, discussing the menu, and arguing over who would pair up with whom. Their laughter and voices blended together, strangely drowning out some of the storm's noise.

Song Tianhao walked to the window, looking at the world outside distorted by the raging storm, and tapped his finger gently on the glass. The B&B Owner had just whispered to him that the diesel reserves for the generator were only enough to maintain normal electricity for three days. If the storm lasted longer...

Almost at the same time, a clear system prompt rang in his mind: [Natural accident encountered. Temporarily unlocking "Wilderness Survival Knowledge," covering comprehensive skills such as wilderness water sourcing, foraging, constructing simple shelters, basic first aid, and coping with severe weather.]

He didn't even twitch an eyebrow, merely staring out the window at the cascading curtain of rain. The curve of his lips seemed to deepen just a fraction.

"Are the groups ready?" He turned around and looked at the girls, who had already split into two groups and were laughing and playing. "Hurry up, I'm a bit hungry."

"Almost ready, CEO!" Park Hyomin's voice came from the direction of the kitchen, filled with excitement.

The storm roared outside, while the lights inside cast everyone's shadows onto the wall, warm and reassuring.