I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 429: Can This Be Aired?

When Guan Yu finished silently "reprimanding" the director and turned to look at Cheng Zhirang again, he had already started asking the second question.

"Your mouth was moving too fast just now, I couldn’t see clearly, could you do it again?"

Guan Yu: "???"

Does she also have to integrate the curses towards the director into the performance?

One was mute, the other deaf, one was confused, the other eager to learn, completely on different wavelengths.

Mu Qiu squatted outside their small cubicle, watching all this unfold, and suddenly felt once again like having a heart attack.

The bullet comments started up with waves of laughter.

[Mu Qiu’s expression looks like she’s about to roll her eyes back and faint]

[Brother Cheng suddenly seems naïvely cute]

[Hahahaha Guan Yu finally figured out what the sentence was]

[The earlier performances were just casual gestures, but Guan Yu somehow got it right by accident]

[Brother Huai definitely felt a huge relief after performing]

[Wei Yi, you’re such a smart one!]

[Brother is so handsome!]

[Mu Qiu: Suddenly, a heart attack~ suddenly, a heart attack~ suddenly~ a heart~ attack~]

[The director is quite the actor hahahahaha!]

[I think Guan Yu still didn’t guess it all; she probably guessed herself, but isn’t the sentence from the bullet comments?]

[But this question can easily get close to the correct answer, Qiu Shuang just needs to mention the director, Guan Yu, then laugh a bit, and it’s almost there]

[Mu Qiu at first: Oh, this is practically a freebie. Mu Qiu at the end: Damn, what is this?]

[Guan Yu is bewildered hahahahahahaha! She’s probably thinking, can we air the rant about the director?]

[Brother Cheng: This added performance is a bit long, is there too much personal improvisation?]

[Brother Mei Yan sits all proper when asking questions]

[Those eyes, honestly, they’re deadly]

[Brother, ask me! I’ll explain it to you! Even if it takes a whole day and night!]

[Sisters in front are daydreaming]

[Jiang Lu is leaning against the partition door watching Brother Cheng, right?!]

[Jiang and Lu pair is real!]

[Mu Qiu: Do you think I’m dead?]

[Li Yang is such a fool, thinking writing position is better than performing? Regret it now, huh?]

[Shu Ran’s handwriting is actually quite pretty]

[Yangyang cub, your drawing... a forty-meter dagger right before my eyes?]

[Jiang Lu even said it’s great hahahahahahaha, he’s also one who tells lies!]

[This isn’t lying, it’s a benevolent lie for the sake of harmonious guest relations!]

[Mu Qiu and Guan Yu styled speech, with a hint of condescension /side-eye]

[Li Yang, you seem leisurely, while your teammates up front are about to die from heart attacks]

[Poor Qiu Shuang, clearly heard all the noise, but had to pretend to be hearing impaired, pretending to know nothing, sitting there unable to join the group chat]

[The group chat of the guests’ inner monologue is open, the first to speak is Mu Qiu, but she only has one thing to say—oh my gosh, call an ambulance!]

[Guan Yu joins the group chat: Should I say it or not? Can it be aired? Should I use this method to disrupt? (Bypassing a thousand words of mumbling)]

[Brother Cheng also joins the group chat: There’s quite a lot in this performance, can Qiu Shuang guess it right? As a part of the opposing group, should I go against my performance choice, giving Qiu Shuang false information?]

[Li Yang finally adds a bit of background noise: hahahahahahahaha Brother Cheng is too funny!]

[Are you guys demons hahahahahaha]

[...]

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and in the end, Guan Yu made a gesture of nonchalantly throwing something away, indicating: No need! It’s not our group anyway, no need!

Which implied that in the formal performance, there was indeed an action of placing hands on the hips and ranting at the director.

Mu Qiu covered her eyes, maintaining her squatting position, her chin resting on her knees, unwilling to face the world.

Cheng Zhirang nodded as if he understood, and after Guan Yu mouthed "no more" with a wave, he pondered for a while and knocked on the last partition door.

Qiu Shuang had been waiting for a long time.

Because several people before couldn’t speak, some could speak but somehow didn’t, so he only heard intermittent sounds, laughter, and question asking.

From these sounds, he roughly deduced that the phrase being passed on was related to laughter.

When it got to Guan Yu and Cheng Zhirang, he saw a bit of Guan Yu’s performance through the gap in the partition door.

This also had something to do with Guan Yu.

However, he still had to pretend he hadn’t heard or seen anything. As the partition door retracted and others looked at him, he just made a motion as if attentively watching a performance.

Mu Qiu, recovering from her heart attack state, encouraged him, saying with closed eyes: "It’s okay, Qiu Shuang, just guess and act; as long as you don’t get... never mind, I better not say anything. Don’t respond to me!"

Qiu Shuang: "..."

Li Yang limped over to Mu Qiu, crouching down next to her in a side lunge position, and whispered to Mu Qiu: "How was it? How did I guess just now? Was the direction right?"

"Go away; I don’t want to talk with someone who took my place and leisurely doodled."

"... Come on, we’re on the same team. Me sitting there is like you sitting there. We’re one!"

Mu Qiu turned to look at him: "Then if the richest man in the country got wealthy, does it mean you and I are also rich? We’re all Chinese."

This metaphor got Li Yang stuck.

"Just say if the direction was right, it must have been, right? I see their performances have traces of me."

"Then maybe you all came off the same assembly line?"

"......"

If only he wasn’t deaf; he wouldn’t have to hear her cutting remarks now.

Jiang Lu and Wei Yi next door were also dumbfounded, and after they finished talking, Jiang Lu also squatted next to Mu Qiu and asked her a question.

"I didn’t understand the profession of an online writer before, are you all this fun?"

Mu Qiu humbly responded: "It varies person to person. Just like—are all you actors this good-looking?"

Jiang Lu, thoughtfully: "It varies person to person."

This is truly bold to say, as if any actor in his eyes could be unattractive.

But Mu Qiu’s question implied just that.

She doesn’t usually judge a person’s character by their profession; within the same occupational group, everyone’s personalities vary, it’s just some aspects become more alike due to the profession.

In precise terms, even in professional duties, not everyone "evolves" in the same way, like actors’ acting skills; who could say the current entertainment industry has uniformly high-standard acting?

No one dares say that.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such sayings like "only Jiang Lu can rival Cheng Zhirang."