I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 130: Director, You’re Just Getting Back at Me
[Brother Long Legs is showing his big white teeth with laughter, you can imagine how funny that line is]
[I really did call her Guan Yu before...]
[Guan Yu’s parents: It wasn’t easy to give her a cultured name, but she ended up having the same name as a famous figure]
[That fan’s comment made me think of the little emoji of a red penguin flapping its wings]
[Mu Qiu and Guan Yu together are really too funny! They made me laugh till my period got messed up]
[Mu Qiu is truly the original author, her speech is full of layers, and she presents it with such genuine emotion]
[Their back-and-forth was so quick, it flowed so smoothly without feeling scripted, hehe]
[Hehe, what do you mean hehe? They used Mu Qiu’s novel concept and let the guests improvise. It wasn’t scripted to begin with, do you even have brain marrow in your head, I wonder?]
[Some fans still don’t know? Mu Qiu and Cheng Zhirang’s relationship has already been exposed, and you’re still sitting here comfortably]
[Mu Qiu and me, Cheng Zhirang and my second personality’s relationship, right?]
[It’s been clarified long ago, okay? Is your internet on a real-time half-month delay or something? Better change providers soon, okay?]
[There won’t be any new relationship rumors exposed, right? Why is it always my brother who’s the target of these rumors? Can we take turns with someone else?]
[But, Mu Qiu and Brother Cheng had several moments of eye contact this episode, and it seemed quite sweet]
[Why didn’t it kill you with sweetness then]
...
The chosen top comment was magnified, blocking other real-time comments, so everyone currently in the game was completely oblivious to the direction the comments were heading.
Mu Qiu and Guan Yu continued guessing after their antics, gradually heading in a direction no one else could predict.
Guan Yu: "Guan Yu first said ’sorry’ and then smashed the bowl hard!"
Mu Qiu, quick to respond: "Guan Yu tearfully performed three bows to the audience, said ’sorry,’ then flung her sleeves and flipped all the bowls and dishes to the ground! A war was on the verge of breaking out!"
Guan Yu: "......Are you sure there are that many words?"
"Who cares, as long as all the words from that sentence are included, I win."
"A completely unskilled tactic."
As soon as she said this, she turned and used the same tactic.
"Guan Yu rose in anger, sadly bowed to everyone, then downed the wine and smashed the bowl, leaving in a rage!"
After finishing, she commented, "Sounds like a scene in a costume drama comedy, let me think which drama I appeared in."
Mu Qiu: "Then Guan Yu angrily discovered that there wasn’t a single costume drama featuring her, she first forced a smile at the director, then drank two bowls of old Baigan, and left, smashing the bowl in frustration!"
"...Guan Yu discovered that her ally, Mu Qiu, had betrayed her and joined the enemy camp, heartbroken, she bowed solemnly to the director, then emptied her bowl of Qing Shi wine, smashed the bowl, and decided to exit the stage!"
"But after finding out she couldn’t make money after leaving and couldn’t drink that fine old Baigan anymore, she reemerged in the martial arts world! Guan Yu recreated the bow scene to the director, her cheeks flushed with shame and anger, drank the original old Baigan the director gave her, chugged it, realized she couldn’t handle genuine old Baigan after too much fake stuff, and finally, dazed and dizzy, knocked all the bowls to the ground, making a crisp sound!"
Guan Yu couldn’t think of a plot more ridiculous than this shocking story, and taking a few deep breaths, she couldn’t continue.
Finally, she simply closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, still dedicatedly making a stiff tongue-out wink expression.
"With such talent, it would be a waste if you don’t write a costume comedy exactly like this for me to act in."
Mu Qiu clasped her hands: "Thank you for the compliment."
The guests and staff inside were already laughing and falling over each other, and the dome of Sunshine City was filled everywhere with sunshine and laughter.
As the plot rushed in an unpredictable direction, almost unable to return, Shi Yuhuai, prompted by outside staff, began to offer a new form of hint.
"Let me give another hint. It’s like this—"
Bowing to someone, then smashing a bowl: "Not to be born in the same year, same month, and same day, but to die in the same year, same month, and same day. This phrase refers to a name."
It wasn’t some sad ghost story about drinking and smashing bowls in anger.
"Oh—" Mu Qiu and Guan Yu simultaneously made a gesture of sudden realization.
So that’s what it meant.
The two exchanged a glance.
"Sister, you go first?"
"You go ahead."
"I’m afraid of guessing the saying wrong and embarrassing myself."
Guan Yu rose angrily: "So I’m not afraid?!"
"......"
In the end, Guan Yu’s desperation to save face prevailed, and she guessed first.
"Guan Yu... Guan Yu and Mu Qiu are sworn sisters?"
Mu Qiu: "Then I’ll say, Guan Yu and Mu Qiu and... Shu Ran, the Oath of the Peach Garden! That has a scene of drinking and smashing bowls."
Guan Yu turned back and glared: "I knew you wanted me to test if we guessed the saying right first! Your respect for the old and young has turned into a trap for them here!"
Mu Qiu, innocently sitting in the chair, looking innocent.
"Aren’t we both young and promising folk of the Motherland? Why must we divide into old and young, why not work together for the nation?"
"Only you can elevate the subject matter."
They started again, even making Shi Yuhuai feel a headache and he sternly called for a stop.
"The name I mentioned is not the name of the saying, but a person’s name!"
"......Oh, is that so?"
The sudden awkwardness was even more embarrassing than guessing the saying wrong.
Guan Yu leaned over to ask Mu Qiu: "Who are the three people in the Oath of the Peach Garden?"
Mu Qiu whispered back: "I remember we’re on opposing sides, right?"
"Winning or losing isn’t the point, peace and friendship are the core of the show and game!"
"You and your nonsense... It’s Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu..."
The pronunciation of those two words ’Guan Yu’ had its own charm.
They exchanged another look, Mu Qiu showed an ’oh, I get it’ expression, eyes shining at Guan Yu.
By contrast, Guan Yu wasn’t very pleased.
Because she instantly got the joke.
As a comedian frequently incognito in the gossip circles, Guan Yu was accustomed to reading fan comments, even those posted by promotional accounts that misspelled her name.
Every so often, she would see people she suspected were her fans constantly correcting in those posts: She’s called Guan Yu, not that bearded warrior Guan Yu.
It’s a tearful tale, she even begged her parents to change her name when she was a kid, but her heartless uncle insisted that Guan Yu was a good name, easy to remember for its pronunciation, very good indeed.
Nonsense, are people remembering her name? Obviously, they’re remembering the name Guan Yu!
As a graceful young lady, she’d been called ’Guan Yu, Guan Yu’ so often over the years, she gradually grew into the figure of masterful-bearded Guan Yu...
Guan Yu’s lips mechanically curled into a smile, a forced smile pretending to be genuine, afraid others wouldn’t know it was fake.
"It’s confirmed, the director’s just getting back at me."
