I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 500 - 499: The Sour Scent of Love

Cheng Zhirang also felt a bit like laughing.

He had never encountered a situation like this before, sitting on a toy chair that could sway left and right. He had only seen Chengcheng sit like this.

Assistant Wen had bought a rocking horse, and the child sat on it giggling, delighted beyond measure.

But he’s not a child.

His feet in leather shoes were firmly planted on the ground, without much effort from his thighs, and the spring chair quickly came to a stop.

Then he pulled off the cloth covering his eyes, just in time to meet the dinosaur head that was right in front of him.

"......"

This thing that kept opening its mouth, bit him?

Having been discovered, Shi Yuhuai, who was about to poke him again, immediately withdrew his hand.

Guan Yu sighed in regret: "Alright, Brother Cheng’s punishment ends here. Who’s next?"

"This is not in line with the upscale and classy style of our show," Mu Qiu took a step back, and said very seriously:

"How is this any different from a pig on a slaughterhouse assembly line? Even the first place doesn’t have butcher’s rights!

I think the director probably didn’t stop it in time earlier; it’s definitely not supposed to be operated by you guys.

After all, our production team is cultured, tolerant, and harmonious, with a handsome and charming director who is logical and creative, and surely wouldn’t condone such ad-hoc punishment!"

Guan Yu, holding the spring chair and shaking the spring ball in her hand, pretended to pick her nose with disdain: "Even if you flatter the director to the moon, you won’t escape this ordeal."

The host chimed in with a bright smile: "Hold on, the director has something to say."

Guan Yu: "?!"

The retired director finally came out holding that broken megaphone to dispense justice.

"Since the guests trust the program team and the director team so much, it’s not good for us to let them down.

Even under the pressure of other guests’ threats, we have to come out and say something. Now, the punishment phase will be decided by drawing lots again."

The people who were supposedly threatening the director team: "...... Are you directors all this capricious? A moment ago, you were making eyes at me approvingly, and now you’re saying this?!"

The director replied with a cheerful, kind smile.

"Now, please let the first place take a break, and the remaining guests who haven’t been punished each choose a number below ten. The screen will tell you the punishment corresponding to the number."

It sounded like this was pre-planned, but just got interrupted by Guan Yu earlier.

Mu Qiu shook her skirt hem, ignored Guan Yu’s resentful gaze, and complimented the director happily again.

After finishing the praise, she casually picked a number.

"I choose 2."

Guan Yu had already been forcibly dragged off stage, squatting on the side, chiming in: "You’re quite suited for the number 2."

Mu Qiu ignored the comment: "Some butchers should not speak. Don’t you think you don’t fit in with us?"

"Indeed, champions can’t squeeze into a world of last places."

"......"

Mu Qiu rolled her eyes and looked at the data on the screen.

Next to the large number 2, a line appeared.

[Sit on the spring chair and dodge the inflatable balls fired by the staff. Successfully dodge twice consecutively, and the punishment ends.]

Feeling reassured at the mention of "staff," Mu Qiu picked up the hem of her red velvet dress and walked forward.

"Wait a moment."

Cheng Zhirang suddenly spoke, pulling her wrist.

Since their rumored romance was a hot topic, any interaction between them had everyone perking up their ears to listen quietly. Everyone loved to gossip, there’s no helping it.

Now that Cheng Zhirang had actively grabbed Mu Qiu’s hand, actually held it! How could that not be exciting?!

Even the industry veterans sitting in the break area craned their necks to watch.

Mu Qiu couldn’t quite understand why Cheng Zhirang would hold her, glancing at everyone’s reactions. She asked softly, "What’s up?"

Cheng Zhirang began to unbutton with one hand.

Mu Qiu: "!"

This... this can’t be! This is still on the show?!

Her mind was clear, but her eyes were not obedient. When his hand touched his collar, her gaze was fixed on it, following the motion of his unbuttoning all the way down.

"No, not really..." Not really appropriate, right?

As he undid the last button, Cheng Zhirang draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.

Then started fastening each button from the collar, leaving the last two unfastened. The wide and long suit seemed to split, forming a curve with the crinoline skirt below, a perfect match.

It looked as if this suit was made for her dress.

Finished dressing her, he gently pushed her shoulder and said softly:

"All done."

Guan Yu, squatting nearby: "Eww—"

The stench of romance was about to suffocate her.

Mu Qiu instinctively brushed her hair, touching her slightly burning ear.

Though quite embarrassed... Mu Qiu couldn’t suppress the smile on her lips, thinking, but it feels so good and sweet, can’t help it.

Her hand emerged from the long suit sleeve, clutching her skirt as she walked up to sit on the spring chair, placing her hands on the armrests, and said to the camera: "Alright, bring it."

Anyway, with her boyfriend’s comfort, riding a spring chair around the stage would be fine now.

Just as she thought so, a familiar figure stood in front of her.

In shabby clothes, a red armband, and calmly holding the spring ball.

"...What are you doing? They said staff, not you."

Guan Yu adjusted the armband on her arm and righteously stated: "My name is Staff."

"...I’ve never met anyone with the surname Staff; your family must be quite grand."

"Average, my family abides by the 996 and 007 work policies, fairly well-known. Ready?"

"You wish!" Mu Qiu stood up, ready to run, "Get out of my way!"

Guan Yu: "I won’t."

Two seconds later.

"Ahhhh Sister Guan Yu! This thing can even move in a serpentine path?!"

"My skirt! It’s swinging along with it!"

"I can’t take it; this chair is making me dizzy!"

"Where are you aiming?!!!"

Guan Yu: "Hehehehehehe."

Li Yang watched from below, his face twisted and contorted.

"Sister Guan Yu has gone mad."

"She’s been mad since the first game," Shu Ran chimed in from the side.

Making Guan Yu keep her mouth shut was such a challenge, inevitably reversing the situation. See, now Guan Yu was out of control.

The spring chair gradually stopped, and Mu Qiu barely dodged twice, now feeling like her brain was a jumbled mess; if there were any special effects, her eyes would have spirals.

She picked up her skirt and took a step forward, but immediately tripped over her own feet and headed towards a fall. Guan Yu quickly pulled her back into the spring chair: "Hey, don’t fake it! Are you really that dizzy?"

"Nonsense! You try it yourself?"

"I didn’t see Li Yang getting dizzy after spinning for so long; you just aren’t good at this. What’s this number?"

Mu Qiu randomly retorted: "Sixteen."

"Then you’re not dizzy; you’re brain dead, huh?"

Beside them, Wei Yi laughed naively and sweetly.