I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 491 - 490: Guan Yu Group’s Performance Room

[Last time it was half an hour, this time it’s only ten minutes.]

Li Yang shook his head, stood up, walked to the glass door, and tapped on it.

"The concentration of the sedative nebulization has been increased."

The person inside had already collapsed on the floor, white carpet and white walls, a white bed. This was clearly a high-end ward, not a kitchen.

Mu Qiu walked to his side, looking at the person who had fallen down, with a serious and solemn expression.

Li Yang sighed and said, "From being needed to committing suicide without any warning, his mother has been gone for ten years, and now he has such intense emotional changes in less than ten minutes. What do you think we should do?"

After a moment of silence, Mu Qiu concluded—

"That thigh is really firm."

Li Yang: "Are you suggesting we send him to Thailand?"

Mu Qiu: "Maybe, he actually still has muscles."

Li Yang: "I knew you had many methods. By the way, every time we play these boring games, do you know what he’s actually saying? His mouth keeps moving, and it’s definitely more than what he says out loud."

Mu Qiu swallowed and covered his chest, "My pacemaker is out of control, it’s beating for this man!"

Li Yang: "Feel with your heart? How do you feel his thoughts with your heart? If we really could feel them, it wouldn’t be this hopeless to save our patient. What look do you think the professor will have when he finds out we healed our patient?"

This time he added sign language, and Mu Qiu could understand it.

"The professor will lock us in too," she said, "I don’t want to go in. I just found this beautiful dress outside with great difficulty, and if I’m locked up, I can’t wear it."

Li Yang suddenly pointed inside and exclaimed twice.

"He’s getting up."

The two of them leaned against the glass, curiously watching the person inside. Their noses squashed against the glass, making their faces flat and cross-eyed, from the other side it looked very funny.

The man who got up from the white carpet tidied his hair, then sat on a chair inside, glanced at the two pancake faces curious and peering in through the glass door, and dialed a phone on an old landline.

"Hello? Didn’t you say there’s a document to sign? Bring it in now."

"Yeah, I’m done playing with them."

"These foolish games we play every day, I finished it in just ten minutes today."

"Turn off the radio inside. Listening to the broadcast, they come up with more and more antics lately."

"The situation isn’t great, they firmly believe they are saviors with three layers of identity."

"Okay, as soon as possible."

The call ended, and without glancing at the two inside, he walked out of the white room on his own.

The camera only had the two pancake faces stuck to the glass door left, still curiously looking around.

Li Yang: "He’s definitely making a complaint call."

Mu Qiu: "Oh, but I just cut that phone line yesterday."

A beeping sound rang out in the room, and the two of them immediately returned to the table.

Li Yang: "Sis, I need to tell you something."

Mu Qiu slapped the table: "Did I tell you to stand? Sit down!"

Li Yang immediately squatted into a horse stance.

[Mu Qiu, Li Yang, Qiu Shuang’s performance is over]

The bright lights went out, and applause rang out.

In the previous darkness, Shu Ran and the other two whispered two sentences.

"Li Yang and Mu Qiu have no burdens."

"The phone line was cut, does it mean Qiu Shuang is also..."

"Shh, watch Guan Yu’s group."

With the second group’s end, the spotlight sequentially shone on the third set piece.

Mu Qiu’s group, having finished performing, slowly relaxed. Qiu Shuang was alright, just feeling a bit nervous.

Meanwhile, Mu Qiu and Li Yang were drenched in sweat, just feeling like they said a couple of lines, and their throats were burning, both exaggeratedly patting their chests while sitting on the ground.

It scared the newbies so much, they almost couldn’t keep up.

Their hands were still trembling at this point.

"We’re probably at the bottom," Li Yang whispered.

Qiu Shuang comforted him, "It’s alright, everyone knows comedies are hard to perform."

Mu Qiu didn’t speak.

They figured they could only end up at the bottom. The group before them was incredibly strong, and the group after them had a realistic style, making it tear-jerking and very empathetic.

Their group happened to perform something not quite like a comedy, stuck right in the middle, and the keywords they drew were broad, not as instructive as the other two groups, so they had no chance of winning.

The only consolation was that they didn’t break character on stage in violation of the Control Lock, so they could barely pass.

"It’s okay," Qiu Shuang said calmly, "It’s over now and done. Besides, the result isn’t certain yet."

True enough, Mu Qiu nodded and poked the dejected Li Yang: "Watch Guan Yu’s group, I’ve never seen Sister Guan Yu and Brother Huai acting together."

Speaking of acting, the lights on Guan Yu’s set piece slowly faded, and the incandescent lights inside lit up.

In the cramped, cluttered old room, just a few pieces of furniture took up most of the space, a cloth sofa against the wall was so worn it had lost its color.

There was a woman with her head lowered, sitting on the sofa with her legs together, seeming timid.

Her hair was obviously not well cared for, somewhat withered, simply tied with a yellow rubber band, the kind used to tie up bags.

Someone pushed the door open.

She shivered for no reason, then looked up at the newcomer.

"Why are you... back today?"

The tall man who entered was wearing worn-out clothes, placed an orange toolbox on the floor, glanced at the woman, and said nothing, silently walking towards the dining table.

On it was a bowl of noodles and a dish covered.

The sound of taking the bowl and chopsticks seemed to wake the woman, and she finally stood up, taking the bowl from the man’s hand, helping to serve the noodles.

The man was tired from work, so she added a lot of noodles to his bowl, covering them with a layer of vegetables, and handed it to him.

"Have dinner first. Xiao Yi has already eaten and gone to sleep."

The man still didn’t speak, nodding gloomily.

The woman squatted down again to help organize the orange toolbox.

Everything was habitual, mechanical, a lifeless domestic routine.

Under normal circumstances, once the man finished dinner, the woman would immediately clear the dishes, wash dishes, wipe the table, take out the trash, tidy the bed, prepare washing water for face and feet, call their son out to wash up, pour water...

From the first second upon opening her eyes every day, she had countless unending tasks.

Even when lying in bed with eyes closed, still she worried if their studious son was bullied at school, if he was asleep, if he was covered well enough, how her husband was doing at work lately, if he was tired, how much he earned...

Her world seemed filled with these exhausting things.

But today was different.

Her actions of clearing the dishes slowed down, putting the plates and cutlery together but not taking them to the kitchen, instead cautiously lifting her head to look at the man on the sofa turning on the TV.

"Do you want to... look at this?"

She took out a folded paper from her pocket, carefully unfolding it, fearfully handing it to him.

[Divorce Agreement]