I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 147: Director: I’m Just Waiting to Clock Out and Run
Cheng Zhirang tossed the crystal ball lightly twice and said with a smile, "This is actually enough."
Director: "Oh, did I forget to tally up their scores?"
Guan Yu crossed her hands in an X and blocked her face, "No need! We all know the results in our hearts!"
The others disagreed, "No way! I’ve been waiting for this highlight!"
"Waiting to hear Sister Guan Yu’s score reset to zero and go negative in a second."
"We’ve waited so long just to hear some results!"
Guan Yu let out a heavy humph.
Director: "In the previous game, Cheng Zhirang has five penalty chances left, Qi Feng has two, and Guan Yu undoubtedly reset to zero."
"Reset to zero is reset to zero, why add a saying before it?"
Mu Qiu raised her hand: "The director probably wanted to show off his literary flair?"
The director gave her an affirming look.
Guan Yu puckered her lips and plopped down on a chair someone vacated beside her, unmoving.
The others were either sitting or standing, all quietly chatting.
The director put down his megaphone and packed up his script, notes, and computer nearby. Mu Qiu glanced around, noticing that most of the cameramen had already strapped on black backpacks, taken off their hats, and were about to disassemble their cameras.
It was as if they were ready to clock out at any moment.
"......" The production staff were more eager to leave than they were.
After the director packed up, he picked up his little megaphone again and happily announced to everyone, "Today’s game is over. Later, everyone will take the tour bus back to the hotel building where we started to rest. The production team has prepared high-floor luxury suites with scenic views for everyone!"
"Since no team has fully reset to zero yet, there will be a brand new game starting at nine tomorrow. Or you can discuss and decide if you want to play the previous game. You can disband now!"
As soon as he finished saying disband, the director stood up, his arm cradling his computer and notes, ready to leave at any moment.
Mu Qiu let out a weak cheer; she’d never endured such a long and physically demanding recording before, and now she was both hungry and sleepy.
Guan Yu, however, still had some energy. She took advantage of the cameras not being dismantled yet and loudly asked the director.
"Are we having dinner?! There’s no evening task, right?"
The director raised the little megaphone with some effort: "Dinner is provided!"
The others didn’t bother to say more, and upon receiving the confirmation, followed the other accompanying directors.
The director’s crew dispersed faster than they did, not even leaving time for everyone to say thank you for the hard work.
But since everyone had been in the industry a long time, if they couldn’t shake hands with the staff to show politeness, couldn’t they shake hands with each other?
Sister Shu Ran immediately turned and shook hands with all the girls, then starting with Cheng Zhirang and Shi Yuhuai, shook hands with the remaining male participants, bowing while saying, "Great job, everyone did great."
She shook hands in turn, and everyone else followed suit, causing Mu Qiu to "be shaken" three times.
Question: How many times do nine people need to shake hands in pairs?
She shook three times because the male participants only bowed and didn’t shake hands.
So she ended up shaking hands three times and bowing eight times, almost bumping heads with Li Yang when she bowed and nodded to him.
A massive social event for homebodies.
"Alright, alright, did everyone finish greeting each other? Let’s hurry and get on the bus; the director has already disappeared!"
Only each person’s personal videographer was left beside them.
Mu Qiu wanted to say that too, and her actions of straightening up after bowing became quicker. She waved at Li Yang and Lin Xixi, then hurriedly followed Guan Yu to the tour bus.
The others originally didn’t plan to run; keeping a composed and calm walk was their usual habit as big stars.
But seeing Guan Yu, Mu Qiu, and Li Yang rush for the tour bus like a swarm, just like rushing to the cafeteria in school when late, they couldn’t help but quicken their pace to get on the tour bus too.
"Li Yang, why are you guys running so fast?"
"Hurrying back to eat!"
"It’s not like it’ll be gone if we’re late!"
"Yeah... Mu Qiu, why are you running?"
"Sister Guan Yu is running!"
"......Then I better run too."
Cheng Zhirang and company were on the first bus. Once everyone sat down, Guan Yu cheered,
"Driver! Let’s go!"
The tour bus driver, stirred up by the call, hit the gas and sped forward, and the bus zoomed away.
Mu Qiu held onto the tour bus railing, sticking her head out to enjoy the wind. Her ponytail, tied all day, made her scalp sore. She let it down, her thick long hair flying in the evening breeze and sunlight.
The four-wheeler tour bus had the feel of a high-end sports car.
The "high-end sports car" stopped under the hotel building. Everyone, a bit tired, followed the guide back to their rooms.
Mu Qiu was on the 12th floor with Lin Xixi. After saying goodbye to Guan Yu, she pushed her tongue against her somewhat stiff cheek, swiped her room card at the door, opened it, and turned on the lights.
Her luggage had already been delivered, and she nudged the suitcase, letting it roll away, not even looking. She ran her fingers through her loose hair and collapsed onto the sofa, leaning her head back.
She leaned back and closed her eyes for a nap.
This episode was quite exhausting; for someone who only showed signs of exercise during evening runs and shopping, it was a bit much.
She wondered how Guan Yu and the others kept going, always full of energy, despite climbing many more flights of stairs than she did.
She pondered about when the staff would bring dinner, what kind of food it would be. Though it had only been about three hours since the late-lunch third round of games, she was slightly less hungry than at noon...
Her mind wandered over various random thoughts until she slowly drifted into darkness, falling asleep.
When she woke up again, she turned her head to look out the window. Darkness had fully settled outside, the room lights bright enough to make her eyes uncomfortable.
Someone knocked on her door several times, followed by a soft inquiry: "Mu Qiu? Are you there? Dinner’s here."
Mu Qiu got up, holding her room card, phone, and a slightly sharp key, walked over, and opened the door.
At the door was the round-faced girl she’d met twice, holding a big box with the program’s name printed on it, handing it to her with both hands.
"Here’s your dinner. Brother Cheng, Sister Shu Ran, and Yangyang... Li Yang again splurged and ordered extra from Little Paradise Restaurant, it’s quite a feast."
Mu Qiu pocketed her phone, took the box with both hands, and nodded a thank you.
But the round-faced girl didn’t leave. She took a pen out of her bag and asked, "Uh, Qiuqiu, can you sign a personalized autograph for me? I’m a new fan, Maple Leaf."
"Maple Leaf?" Mu Qiu put down the meal box, took the pen, and asked one more question, "Is Maple Leaf... a fan of the show?"
"A fan of you personally; a fan of your hair, smile, humor, and food vlogs."
