I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 218: What Are You Afraid Of?

Brother Cheng’s peripheral vision caught the identity card she was holding and noticed there were words on the back.

He frowned and gave a soft "hmm," asking Mu Qiu to turn over the identity card.

"There are words on the back."

Mu Qiu closed and flipped the identity card, revealing a short section of Song-style font on the back.

[Guess, which part of this is true?]

Mu Qiu: "..... " Damn.

At this moment, the barrage on the screen began its high output.

[Hahahahahaha damn, her readers really know how to play]

[It’s really quite a summary, encapsulating all the cliche old-school melodramatic romance story tropes I’ve ever seen]

[I even thought back then, if all those melodramatic stories happened to a female protagonist, would she go crazy or what, and now I see this hypothesis in a variety show???]

[Mu Qiu’s expression throughout was either shock or speechlessness, hahahahaha]

[Mu Qiu: I advise you to act like a human]

[Do you know why you have to forget for a happy life? To let authors realize how frustrating forcefully perfect endings in melodramas are]

[Mu Qiu probably won’t dare to write such stories again, hhhh]

[Even Brother Cheng was taken aback, the richness of this story is probably something he’s never seen]

[This episode is destined to be one where all the fans are collectively blacklisted]

[Brother Cheng! That date is poisonous! Don’t eat it!]

[So did you manage to get that handsome guy’s contact just now?]

The weather was bright, but the mood was like cursing. Mu Qiu simply folded the identity card and handed it back to Cheng Zhirang.

"This kind of identity card, I’ll give it to you, Brother Cheng, I don’t want it."

Cheng Zhirang: "You’ve seen it already, and this identity is still yours. Also, are you just going to throw away the exam syllabus like this?"

The exam syllabus...

Mu Qiu snatched it back again, folded it neatly, and put it into a small bag.

"Then I’ll endure it for a little longer."

Cheng Zhirang smiled, different from usual; this laughter came from within his chest, overwhelmingly seductive.

Mu Qiu swallowed, forcing herself to look away from him.

"Hey, by the way, Brother Cheng, did you find your identity card?"

Cheng Zhirang: "You’ve asked me this once."

Clearly, it was a question meant to change the subject.

Mu Qiu: "......But I didn’t get an answer, so did you find it?"

Cheng Zhirang nodded, then shook his head: "I found it, but only half."

"Half?"

Mu Qiu leaned in, "Can I take a look?"

Cheng Zhirang wouldn’t refuse her, he took out a card identical to hers from another pocket and unfolded it in front of her.

[She destroyed everything you had, are you willing to take it? Go to Sui Nie Alley and find her.]

It seemed like a story of love turning into revenge.

Having Cheng Zhirang play it would be quite thrilling.

Cheng Zhirang saw her satisfied expression after reading it and kindly reminded her.

"Did you see the name when you came in this way?"

Mu Qiu looked up at him, still smiling: "Didn’t see, I was following that handsome guy’s back."

"Do you want to take a look?" he asked gently.

Mu Qiu cheerfully followed his direction and looked over, the sign at the corner neatly read "Sui Nie Alley."

......Looks a bit familiar?

Mu Qiu paused for two seconds: "Wait a minute, such a coincidence?"

Cheng Zhirang laughed again: "After I came in, I only saw you."

"So?"

"So, my female protagonist is not here, but I must see the plot."

Mu Qiu put on an "innocent I don’t know what you’re talking about" expression.

"I swear, Brother Cheng, I didn’t hide your female protagonist."

"But she indeed disappeared. If it were you, what do you think this scene should be like?"

After a long silence, Mu Qiu sighed and advised him, "Brother Cheng, we’re from different time-spaces, there won’t be a good outcome, don’t fantasize about it."

"..." I think you’re the one fantasizing.

"Alright, alright," Mu Qiu understood everyone’s expressions, "I’m the one with vain hopes. So, Brother Cheng, you want me to act with you?"

Cheng Zhirang nodded, "Because the main performance isn’t about me or you, just improvise a few lines."

Mu Qiu didn’t ask why he was so insistent on performing, she just obediently stood as a wooden prop to act with him.

Cheng Zhirang slowly walked behind her, gesturing at the surrounding staff to quiet down.

Then he gently and unexpectedly placed a hand on Mu Qiu’s shoulder.

Mu Qiu couldn’t see his actions and expressions, couldn’t guess them either; all her senses, touch, hearing, and smell heightened, making her heart itch with tension awaiting him to act.

This touch made her left shoulder reflexively tense, going downward.

Cheng Zhirang wasn’t in a hurry to say his lines; he looked directly at the camera, his fingers sliding down from Mu Qiu’s shoulder, tapping on her collarbone across her clothes.

Then, along the shape of the modern outfit’s round-neck collar, from left to right, his finger slipped past lightly.

Mu Qiu felt her hairs stand on end, her heart racing, and goosebumps popping all over.

A sudden laugh sounded behind her.

"What are you afraid of?"

Mu Qiu: Waaaaa, I’m scared of you, brother! This technique looks like that of an old perv!

Screaming in her heart, but keeping her mouth shut, Mu Qiu simply closed her eyes, focusing on smelling his scent.

Cheng Zhirang bent down, turning his head close to her, creating a position that feigned ambiguous entanglement between the two.

The breath was too intense, making Mu Qiu instinctively turn her head to dodge, but he blocked her path with his hand.

Long fingers controlled her head, getting closer: "What are you afraid of? Answer me."

Can I talk now?

Mu Qiu swallowed, opened one eye, her voice caught tight: "Afraid, afraid that I can’t hate someone who’s handsome."

Onlookers, who just entered the scene worrying: ...It’s just like a pebble falling into the water, disappearing completely.

Cheng Zhirang didn’t break character at all, softly laughing in her ear for a long while, causing Mu Qiu to feel prickly all over again, before he gently whispered.

"Then how were you so ruthless back then?"

"Maybe my brain was waterlogged?"

Staff: Let’s disperse, with Mu Qiu’s acting partner, there’s no way to get into the scene anymore.

Cheng Zhirang chuckled, fingertips still affectionately patting her head.

"Is that so? Do you need me to pries it open and see?"

Mu Qiu: "!!!"

Don’t do that, brother!

She hurriedly broke free and ran forward, only speaking after reaching a safe distance.

"Brother Cheng, I think for the following scenes, you might not need me, just improvise yourself."

Cheng Zhirang tilted his head, watching her.

Mu Qiu snapped her fingers: "And I’m very clear now what identity Cheng Zhi assigned to you."

"What identity?"

"A refined pervert who went insane from love and hatred."

And a very, very crafty old pervert at that.

Cheng Zhirang nodded, "It does seem a bit like that."

"Then, can I leave now?"

"You can," Cheng Zhirang smiled at her gently, "What are you afraid of?"

"......I’m going to have a shadow on that line!"

When the red figure ran out of the alley, Cheng Zhirang withdrew his gaze, smiling slightly at the camera.

"The first task, completed."