I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 495 - 494: This Sense of Ceremony—An Absolutely Perfect Match

The staff brought up an award platform, just like the kind used at sports events for gold, silver, and bronze medals, with big numbers 1, 2, and 3 written on it.

Guan Yu, filled with a sense of proud excitement, struggled to climb up the slightly high platform, then waved at the other two groups.

"Come, come, don’t be shy, everyone get up here. Oh my, Mu Qiu, the place you’re standing, why are you so much shorter than me?"

"..." Mu Qiu replied, "You’ve practically taken flight, wouldn’t it be normal for someone like me, who’s down-to-earth, to be shorter than you?"

Guan Yu chuckled, then looked to the other side.

"Oh wow, aren’t you my allies?! How come..."

Shu Ran directly interrupted her, "You can shut up now."

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she said, "This is jealousy, why must I be envied by so many women? Isn’t it just because heaven insisted on giving me such a distinctive appearance and talent?"

Mu Qiu: "Will you die if you don’t talk? The lofty impression I had of you just crumbled to the ground."

"Please don’t fall for..."

"You’re a bit noisy," Shi Yuhuai turned his head to say to Guan Yu.

Guan Yu felt a twinge in her heart.

"Wang Tiezhu! There’s something wrong if I don’t divorce with a man like you! Did you have personal vengeance in mind when you just hit me?"

When he hit her with that U-shaped pillow, she almost felt like "what he really wanted to do was just smother her to death instead."

Shi Yuhuai shook his head immediately.

"Really no? Then did you feel pleased when you hit me?"

Well...

Shi Yuhuai hesitated for a moment, then gave a nonchalant reply: "I’ll send you a red envelope when we get back."

"..." So it felt pretty good then, you nasty man.

Once they had all stood steadily, and had finished their chatter, the host started speaking again.

"So now the first, second, and third places are very clear. Initially, I thought just standing here was enough, but the director said, it’s still necessary to announce the first and the last place."

Mu Qiu immediately raised her palm upright in front of her, looking serious: "There’s really no need; this is good enough."

"The director said no. Of course, I have to listen to the director, so we’ll announce it — Guan Yu’s group is first, Mu Qiu’s group last."

"...That direct? Didn’t even give us any time to mentally prepare."

Host: "There’s no need for mental preparation for this, but you might need it for what’s next —"

At the basement door, a group of formally dressed staff members streamed in, carrying props covered with black cloth.

Mu Qiu suddenly remembered the Willow Leaf Ancient City episode, the punishment section where that prop kept slapping Li Yang...

Goosebumps rose all over her skin.

Guan Yu’s eyes shone brightly, she eagerly asked, "What does this mean? You’re going to punish them first, right?! How? Is this prop awesome?!"

Li Yang exclaimed, "Sister Guan Yu, is it so amazing to turn the tide against the odds?"

"It is quite amazing, turning the tide against the odds, such that it feels like every pore is breathing! Am I not allowed to show off a little more?"

Mu Qiu shot her a glance.

"Every pore breathing, your leg hair is letting in the wind?"

"..."

The host held back laughter and announced the next step: "Now, could the guests in second and third place please step down from the podium."

Guan Yu: "Wahoo—"

"Just got up here and now going down," Jiang Lu sighed while stepping down, "Even being in second place doesn’t give you any rights?"

Li Yang showed a heartache face hugging himself: "Brother Jiang Lu, this is nothing, there’s even more undignified parts to come."

Beside him, Cheng Zhirang recalled the previous punishment games, his gaze subtle, then sighed while patting Jiang Lu’s shoulder.

It made Jiang Lu slightly tense.

Following the protocol, those in second and third place were temporarily asked to leave the "victory aura" zone, leaving only Guan Yu and two others in the central spot.

Two were wearing shabby clothes, and another still in a school uniform, it looked more like a "Good Samaritan Award" ceremony.

Except the award presenter was yet to come up.

Guan Yu looked around and asked the host: "Well, isn’t this the awards section? Where’s our presenter? Where’s the trophy?"

The host kept smiling: "Don’t be anxious, our props need some more preparation time?"

"Props?" she said in her muffled voice, "What props? Besides the trophy, do we have other things?"

Shi Yuhuai: "Impossible."

The production team wouldn’t be that generous.

"So what’s going on?"

"Don’t worry, here it comes."

A man with artist-like long hair walked toward them, came closer, and bent over to perform a gentlemanly bow.

"My dear first-place winners, good evening, everyone."

Guan Yu clicked her tongue twice: "Oh wow, look, look! Even the award presenter is so different and exudes an artistic vibe, I’m sure the prizes are just as artistically spirited? A perfect match for me!"

Mu Qiu rolled her eyes speechlessly.

The long-haired, artfully-vibed award presenter, half-turned and raised his hand to the staff behind him, nodding.

Guan Yu: "This every move he makes, there’s a conductor-at-a-concert kind of vibe... my goodness!!!"

The award presenter raised his hand to signal, and the staff immediately pulled off the black cloth, grabbed the instruments, and swiftly shifted formation, then with a wave of his hand—

"Boom!"

"Crash!"

"Boom boom boom clang clang clang!"

Those with gongs grabbed the gongs, the ones with drums backed their drums, and others blew the trumpet, sounding the first note of "blessings and congratulations."

That sound was so abrupt and piercing, it almost knocked Guan Yu and Wei Yi off the podium.

Luckily, Shi Yuhuai grabbed one with each hand and pulled them back.

Still in shock, Guan Yu looked bewilderedly at the group of staff in black suits playing drums and gongs, dancing like they were on a public square.

"...what is this?!"

Mu Qiu: "Pfft—"

Everyone around, including the host, teaching instructor, director, cameramen, and staff off-camera, began to laugh wildly, filling the entire basement with laughter.

Li Yang squatted down, slapping his knees in hysterical laughter.

"What is all this hahaha?!"

"Hahaha why are they playing drums in suits?!"

"Such level of moves and dance, along with the music, I’ve only seen at senior social centers so far."

"Hahahaha I wondered where the director’s little broken gong came from, turns out it was stolen from the props!"

"This truly aligns with Sister Guan Yu’s vibe! Your pairing is a match made in heaven, a godsend harmony! Hahahaha!"

"Is the first-place reward always this... festive?"

"Brother Huai’s eyebrows almost flew off in fright!"

"It’s slightly eye-searing, but Li Yang can you laugh a bit quieter?! I’m going to be deafened by you even from this distance!"

"I can’t hahahahaha! Director, you’re too much, giving such a trendy award ceremony for first place, isn’t it a bit much?!"