I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 101: Who Is the Singing-and-Dancing Center?
I thought it would be a singers’ showcase, but it turned out to be this kind of game.
[Shocking! A famous male and female star peeling a sausage in public!]
[The show crew really knows how to play, I’m already dreaming of my idol peeling a sausage and putting it in my noodle bowl.]
[Look at Duan Pinyuan! He’s such a good guy!]
[That Lin Xixi looks a bit familiar to me.]
[When Lin Xixi clapped, Yangyang’s shoulder dropped down, hahaha, truly a martial arts background.]
[Some people who don’t know how to play instruments or peel sausages, have already gu-ed in the corner, pretending they’re not there.]
[I remember... Brother Cheng can play some instruments! And he can dance! Director, you should do an episode on dancing!]
[There are only three instruments, and there are nine of them... can we dream about singing and dancing?]
[Li Yang! Qi Feng! Get grooving for me!]
[I can’t wait to see Brother Mei Yan and Brother Long Legs laughing out loud.]
[I can’t even imagine this scene; it’s too terrifying.]
[I’m just eating instant noodles... holding a soulless bowl without sausages, watching my idol peel sausages online.]
[Turns out, drool flows not only for people but for sausages too.]
"Come on, stop struggling, put down the backpacks," urged the director.
The nine backpacks were placed in the middle of a circle, with the emoji logo faced down, preventing them from taking a second look.
"Get ready," the staff uncovered the cloth covering the sausages, each with a mini desk trash bin next to their spot, "countdown three, two, one, go."
Li Yang: "Go, go, go, go! Hurry!"
Mu Qiu and Lin Xixi followed closely, the three groups of nine people squirmed around, finding their ideal spots.
Guan Yu wanted to switch places with Mu Qiu, but Mu Qiu refused her sternly.
"Aren’t all sausages the same? What’s the difference?"
Guan Yu: "When playing mahjong, isn’t every seat a seat? Yet I still need to check the feng shui!"
"...In any case, I refuse to switch spots!"
"Don’t you want to be close to Brother Cheng?"
Mu Qiu widened her eyes: "Is there a tactic of sacrificing teammates’ good looks for a better feng shui spot?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Just say if you want to or not."
"Who wouldn’t want to... but I don’t! Sister Guan Yu, stop dragging your feet. Gentleman’s game, let’s get this over fast, okay?"
Guan Yu pouted and returned to her spot.
The others all leaned over their tables, watching them bicker, while Brother Cheng stood behind Guan Yu, looking at Mu Qiu over her head, with a slight smile tugging at his lips.
Everyone was in position. The taller and clumsier ones like Li Yang instinctively took a half-crouch stance, ready to peel the sausage on the director’s command.
Dumb kid.
Director: "Ready? Countdown, three! Two! One! Go!"
The staff pressed the timer stopwatch, and the nine people in front of the long table grabbed the sausages and started gnawing.
Experienced people know, conquering a sausage can’t simply rely on fingernails, you gotta use your mouth.
Thus, a scene of nine people gnawing sausages unfolded at First Entertainment Center, looking extremely fierce.
As a seasoned sausage enthusiast, Mu Qiu precisely used her sharp canines to bite a hole at the top of the sausage, then swiftly peeled it down manually, the sausage wobbled as it shed a layer, becoming a dismembered mess, with bits and pieces clinging to the packaging.
Too harsh to look at, Mu Qiu finished the last bit, racing ahead of Lin Xixi to the backpacks after.
Before her, Qi Feng and Cheng Zhirang had already finished, with Guan Yu and Li Yang trailing behind her.
Guan Yu shouted while running, "Li Yang, why did you eat the sausage after peeling it?! It’s a prop!"
"Can’t we eat the prop?"
"Then you should have told me earlier so I could’ve taken a bite too!"
Li Yang almost choked.
Their speed wasn’t too different. Having completed the sausage task, they quickly ran to the circle to grab the backpacks.
The emoji faces on the backpacks and the numbers inside were key, everyone squatted down to open and check each one carefully, like picking vegetables.
The only odd one was Li Yang, who grabbed a backpack and ran.
"As long as it’s not my emoji, I’ll accept it!"
Since he’s from a singing and dancing background, he can do everything. Oddly, performing expressions was the challenging part, that tongue-out grin earlier collapsed his face, he must get a different one!
Lin Xixi nearby looked up and asked, "How can you be sure that’s not yours?"
Li Yang beamed with joy, "I marked it when I put it down!"
"You can do that?!"
Mu Qiu didn’t even glance at Li Yang; she was focused on flipping through each backpack, trying to find a face that was easier to mimic.
Two backpacks in, both had crying emojis, which she shoved to the people behind and hurriedly asked the front-facing Guan Yu, "What faces did you guys get?"
Guan Yu didn’t answer; instead, Cheng Zhirang in front of Guan Yu gave a half-squat reply, "Sunglasses and grinning, do you want one?"
A gentle voice asking if you want, do you want?
Mu Qiu didn’t have to be compelled by any external force; she nodded decisively, "I want the grinning one."
Coincidentally, Cheng Zhirang was holding the grinning emoji backpack, his gaze lingered on the familiar expression for a moment before his long dense eyelashes covered all expressions, then lifted his eyes and handed the pack to her, lowering his head to search for another.
Brother Cheng picked out the grinning face, Mu Qiu satisfiedly retreated to a corner with the pack, opening it to find the slip of paper inside.
"2," she read it aloud, showing it to the camera, "what’s 2?"
"You’re number 2? I’m number 9," Li Yang sneaked over, "uh, what about, Miss Lin?"
Lin Xixi, who had also made her choice, walked over, "Just call me Xixi, mine is 5."
"Xi, Xixi." Those words seemed hot on his tongue, Li Yang grinned sheepishly to himself before managing to spit out the address.
Mu Qiu watched him, feeling like a silly son come of age, awkwardly encountering a beauty.
Lin Xixi didn’t pay heed to his embarrassment; she rarely spoke unless spoken to on fixed guest spots and wasn’t one to steal the spotlight, not having a strong presence.
In contrast, Qi Feng was different. Qi Feng, in the group with Guan Yu and Cheng Zhirang, found himself talking more often due to chatty Guan Yu, naturally engaging in interactions, and with a strong sense of where the camera was, performed invitingly in front of it.
Thinking of Qi Feng, on the other side Qi Feng followed behind Cheng Zhirang approaching warmly to greet.
"Ladies, what’s your number?"
Everyone pretty much had their picks. Slowest at peeling sausage, Shu Ran, secured her backpack too with Duan Pinyuan’s help, and everyone showed their numbers to the cameras.
The director then announced what each number corresponded to.
"Number 1, center singing and dancing."
"Number 2, electric piano."
"Number 3, singing."
"Number 4, singing."
"Number 5, dancing."
"Number 6, guitar."
"Number 7, dancing."
"Number 8, drum set."
"Number 9, dancing."
"The piece we will be performing is, ’As Long As You Love Me’."
