I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 427: I Get It, This Is Your Scheme

This round of transmission content was incredibly brilliant, so brilliant that when Mu Qiu heard it, her eyes rolled back, her body shivered, and her mind was full of question marks, wishing she could throw the headphones away immediately.

[The waning moon by the window?? Hahahahahahaha I’m laughing like a pig!]

This kind of harsh laughter was actually accompanied by a sorrowful piece of light music, the mixture so overwhelming that Mu Qiu’s brain cells perished immediately.

After listening, the staff collected the tablet and headphones on schedule, giving her a thumbs-up for encouragement with a suppressed laugh before leaving.

Mu Qiu returned a very forced smile.

She felt that this episode was targeting her! What kind of performance and word game is this? How is it literary?!

With this feeling of grief and anger, Mu Qiu raised her hand and knocked on the partition door next door, showing a strong yet heartbroken expression towards the direction of the next room.

Wei Yi asked, "Has it started?"

She nodded.

Since the first performer couldn’t pass on information by speaking, she was now in a "blind and mute" state.

But this was just right; she wouldn’t have to make that weird laughter.

Wei Yi sat upright and focused on her actions.

Mu Qiu first pointed towards the director’s direction, with hand movements similar to Li Yang’s earlier ones, then suddenly her face showed a strange, mischievous expression, pretending to laugh hysterically with hands on hips.

The entire performance was silent, and to prevent Wei Yi from guessing wrongly, she pointed towards Guan Yu’s direction, then did the hysterical laugh with hands on hips again.

After finishing, she raised her chin towards Wei Yi, indicating: Did you understand? It’s quite simple, just like Guan Yu.

Wei Yi sat there bewildered, visibly confused.

"...This is..."

What is she doing?

Mu Qiu stomped her foot and performed it once more for him.

Pointing at the director, pointing at Guan Yu, and then laughing with hands on hips.

Wei Yi was still a bit bewildered.

Mu Qiu sighed, sat back on the couch, and waved her hand.

Forget it, let’s leave it to fate.

Then she turned her back to Wei Yi, nesting sadly on the couch.

The partition door automatically popped out, separating their line of sight.

Wei Yi gripped a pen and stared at several cameras in front of him, trying to calm down and carefully think about the key points of the performance just now.

Ten seconds later, he started writing.

[Mu Qiu pointed at the director, then pointed at someone behind, finally laughed hysterically with hands on hips]

A very realistic portrayal, even more realistic than Shi Yuhuai’s.

But Wei Yi was quite pleased.

Although he sometimes reacted a bit slowly, he knew he couldn’t offend anyone on this show. Even if it was a team competition, he had to pay attention to this issue.

If he couldn’t offend anyone, then he couldn’t ignore Guan Yu’s saying, "Hurry up and create trouble," or Mu Qiu’s "Write properly."

Though he couldn’t act, he might extract the wrong focus from a performance, but he could directly copy Mu Qiu’s performance.

In this way, if others performed according to this segment, team members might understand what it meant; it counted as both writing properly and not creating trouble.

If no one could figure it out using this unchanged info, all the better; the disruption would succeed, and he could give a justified apology to his teammates.

So, neither offending anyone nor delaying anything, it depended on whether others performed well and had a flash of inspiration to realize something.

Anyway, he couldn’t figure it out.

After considering these tension-ridden yet exciting details, he took the paper and knocked on the partition door next door.

Next door was Shu Ran.

She skillfully pushed the partition door that was both manually and automatically operable, lifting a corner of the paper to glance at it.

"?"

"This resembles what Brother Huai wrote before!"

Wei Yi was about to speak when he suddenly noticed his electronic wristband’s screen light up, immediately closed his mouth, mumbling that this was spot-on.

Shu Ran watched his facial expressions more earnestly than the content on the paper, finally saying, "I remember you’re deaf, not mute."

Wei Yi: "..."

Though not mute, responding when deaf is considered a violation.

Thinking of this, he blushed and learned from Cheng Zhirang’s method.

"Ah? Sister Ran, what did you say? This is right, Mu Qiu performed exactly like this."

Pretend you’re deaf; as long as you’re not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others.

The first thing a budding idol learns on this show is pretending to be dumb and stalling.

Unfortunately, his acting skills weren’t great, and the expression didn’t match his internal thoughts.

Shu Ran told him her serious scrutiny of his unnatural and insincere expression, then confidently said, "I get it; your strategy is pretty good."

Wei Yi: "???"

Wha... what strategy?

Before his hand could grab Shu Ran to ask clearly, she already confidently turned to knock on the next door.

Elegant and rhythmic, three knocks.

The partition door retracted, Jiang Lu leaned against the couch, turning to look at her.

"All set?" The bass boomed.

Shu Ran, unsurprisingly to some, was a bit reserved.

"Ready, but this might be slightly simple."

"Simple?"

Indeed simple.

Jiang Lu took two minutes to watch three repetitive performances.

Point to the director, point at one of the guests behind, and laugh with hands on hips.

Also, the hands-on-hips laughter, due to Shu Ran’s reservation, had a slightly altered tone.

He contemplated earnestly, considering this might reflect someone’s state.

A not-so-normal state.

"Is this someone’s state?"

Shu Ran nodded, then softly added, "Just follow these actions for the performance; this is Wei Yi’s strategy."

Jiang Lu raised an eyebrow: "Wei Yi’s strategy?"

Shu Ran nodded solemnly.

Jiang Lu pondered, indicating his understanding.

But he didn’t intend to pass it on ambiguously, even if it was another team’s task; he could disrupt it, yet he should comprehend before purposefully disrupting.

Based on Shu Ran’s conveyed performance, she first pointed at the director then pointed at someone among their row who should be in the back; if so, she’d have to tiptoe to point distantly.

Finally, laughing with hands on hips.

The person laughing with hands on hips... coincidentally just laughed like that earlier.

Many people laughed while looking up, like Li Yang, Guan Yu, Mu Qiu, but only Guan Yu laughed with hands on hips.

So Shu Ran portrayed Guan Yu; pointing at the director before means it related to the director and Guan Yu laughing with hands on hips; maybe the director’s action made Guan Yu laugh like this, or perhaps the director named Guan Yu to laugh with hands on hips...

But since it’s Wei Yi’s little strategy, maybe the relationship between these two was altered a bit.

Having clarified, Jiang Lu raised his hand to knock on the next door.

Seated at the fifth position, Li Yang hummed a tune, legs crossed, already drawing on a blank piece of paper.

He drew stick figures, one cutting another with a big knife.

Jiang Lu glanced at his "work," highly approved it.

"Nice drawing."

Having such a big heart, wonder if he’d get confused in a bit.