I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 220: Are You Red-Green Colorblind?

The female knight can’t say she can’t do it!

Mu Qiu pressed onward and opened the third question.

Electronic voice: "Question three, subject integration question. Please tell me, if your father is normal, and your mother is red-green colorblind, then what are you?"

A: Red-green colorblind

B: Carrier of the red-green colorblind gene, normal appearance

C: None of your business

D: Those are my adoptive parents, what does their red-green colorblindness have to do with me?

Mu Qiu looked over the question three times, confirming she had almost completely forgotten how to solve this type of problem.

She once again turned towards the camera.

...Insane, why would they put such a question to trouble an ancient female knight?! Would a female knight study genetics, bro?!

A meticulously made-up face filled the audience screen, allowing everyone to precisely capture her incredulous microexpressions.

[Boss! Choose B! I just did this question!!!]

[BBB!]

[Hurry, pick B!]

[Ah... really choose B? I was just about to say not picking C would be a disservice to the show crew]

[Although I know the correct answer is B, since I looked it up online, I still have to say, pick D!]

[After seeing the first three answers, I thought it was a piece of cake, the answer is very objective, hurry and pick B, but after seeing the last option, I thought this question might not really be about genetics]

[I’m a biology teacher, quickly pick D]

[So, is the brother so pitiful in this life just because he’s a carrier of red-green colorblindness???]

[Mu Qiu: Am I not miserable enough, and you still care about my imagined brother]

At this moment, on the director’s computer, the letter B filled the entire screen. He had just turned off the bullet screen when the female knight resolutely chose D.

Director: "..." It was evident high school knowledge had been completely forgotten. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Mu Qiu hesitated for a while and decisively chose D.

Upon seeing this answer, she had an enlightening moment, realizing this question was testing if she read it carefully.

She absolutely had to pick D! It was indeed her adoptive parents.

Electronic voice: "Incorrect answer."

Mu Qiu suddenly stood up and slashed at the electronic screen twice with a retractable paper knife.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! What’s wrong?! Always wrong, is it deliberate?! This question clearly was to pick D!"

The electronic voice remained silent.

Next came a leisurely humming from the side.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong~ It’s my fault~ Why didn’t you say so when we were in love~"

Mu Qiu glanced over, seeing Guan Yu leisurely with her feet up, her petal skirt waistband revealing a slight bulge.

Angry, Mu Qiu sat back down, moving on to the fourth question.

At this point, she didn’t care about right or wrong answers, just looking at the questions and guessing, chatting with Guan Yu in between.

"Did you get the first two questions right?"

Guan Yu: "Yeah, easy peasy."

"Did you encounter a subject integration question?"

Guan Yu: "Not yet, though it should be soon."

"Then you found your identity card? Didn’t you say there were perks? What perks?"

On this topic, Guan Yu wanted to boast to the world with hands on hips.

"The program team understands me; they added a line for me."

Mu Qiu curiously: "What line?"

Guan Yu: "At thirty-eight, you met a handsome guy through a blind date, and at thirty-nine, you discovered you’re actually the rich second generation!"

"Cosplaying Sailor Moon at thirty-eight, convinced she’s only sixteen, could encounter such luck?"

Guan Yu was delighted, completely unfazed by the taunts, and pointing with beckoning fingers at her stooling neighbors: "Plenty of blind frogs and hard-working parents in society."

... This shameless self-deprecation was as bold as Zhao Yu’s, relying on best friend ties for rapid riches and on others being blind for marriage success.

During their chat, Mu Qiu quickly went through all the questions, ready to submit and leave.

As she passed by, Guan Yu suddenly exclaimed, then turned to hold her waist with precision, hanging half her weight on her.

"Wait a moment, hero!"

"... What do you want, hero? Anything taking more than two seconds to solve, don’t look for me."

Hearing her sharp tone and flattering address, it was clear she had something to ask.

Guan Yu sat embracing her waist, looking up at her, eyes wandering upwards...

"Mu Qiu, your figure is really nice."

Mu Qiu looked down: "You just wanted to tell some truth?"

Guan Yu: This person’s shamelessness matches mine aright.

She let go, grasping Mu Qiu’s sleeve, saying: "The thing is, I’ve hit my first obstacle in the exam, and getting past it might let me pass in one go."

Pausing briefly, she promised: "If I succeed in one go, I’ll tell the national audience: Behind every successful Guan Yu, there’s Mu Qiu’s selfless support!"

"First time hearing someone turns cheating in exams into a passionate appeal."

Guan Yu glared: "How could you say that? Does Sailor Moon need to cheat? This is optimal resource use."

"Sailor Moon might not need it, but someone cosplaying her at thirty-eight without a boyfriend probably does."

"... Are you going to help or not?! If you help, I might consider sharing my perks with you."

Mu Qiu pouted, wanting to say she wasn’t interested in other people’s riches, but seeing Guan Yu’s expression, she finally bent down to look at her question.

The sun was getting hotter, and Guan Yu’s position wasn’t good, with light reflecting off the electronic screen, making it slightly dazzling.

Mu Qiu squinted as she read word by word.

"You are a foreigner currently learning Chinese, often marking Chinese pronunciation with English. When discussing what to eat with classmates on your phone, what would you say?"

This was a damn fill-in-the-blank question.

After reading, Mu Qiu straightened up to leave, "I can’t help you."

Guan Yu stubbornly held onto her, "You can do it!"

"No, on what basis would an ancient female knight’s English be better than Sailor Moon’s???"

Guan Yu gritted her teeth: "Maybe the knight traveled overseas too? Besides, I’m not necessarily Sailor Moon, I’m just a thirty-eight-year-old cosplayer, and even less knowledgeable."

Mu Qiu looked back at her.

"You’ve finally admitted it, Xiao Hua."

Guan Yu accepted the name Xiao Hua with tears in her eyes.

Out of humane care for Guan Yu, Mu Qiu decided to help her nonetheless.

She asked: "Think about it, when you’re an outsider discussing food with locals, what would you typically say?"

Guan Yu thought about it and said: "Is there anything good to recommend here?"

"Right, then think about which words in that sentence you can translate to English?" Mu Qiu guided her step by step.

"there have something ... good? Give me push push?"

Mu Qiu: "..." Genius, regardless if she’s a foreigner, anyone talking like this is a genius!

Guan Yu inquired humbly: "How about it? Does it feel like a foreigner studying Chinese?"

"It does. You’ve perfectly embodied the way locals pretend to be foreigners learning Chinese."