I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 229: I’ll Tell You a Secret Weapon

Mu Qiu feels that her high school chemistry knowledge has been offended.

"Making a quiz like this, won’t the chemistry teacher be furious?"

Mu Qiu straightens up speechlessly and waves at the surrounding cameras.

"Come, come, let’s focus on this question. Let the national audience see how creative our program team can be."

Beside her, Shu Ran’s face is ashen, and Guan Yu, watching the show, leans in a bit, their heads and the cameras all circling around Li Yang’s screen.

The barrage starts to look confused.

[??? What is this?]

[Did the laughter just now blind me?]

[Maybe I laughed too hard just now, and my mom slapped me, causing temporary blindness.]

[Excuse me... can my chemistry homework be done like this too?! / suddenly excited]

[Great question... great question indeed! What a creative mind it takes to come up with such a genius question.]

[I must meet such a genius and have him persuade my chemistry teacher. This isn’t how she taught us.]

[Where is the program team’s usual contact address? I’ve already packed up my chemistry homework.]

[Hahahahaha can this be funnier than postpartum care for a sow?!]

[Compared to Shu Ran’s, I think this is just a bit cute.]

[Shu Ran’s had me laughing so hard my home’s sow almost turned over.]

[Sister, I can finally help you! My family raises pigs!]

[Too bad your sister can’t see the barrage ha-ha-ha-ha—it’s too sad, finally someone who understands.]

[Postpartum care for a sow appeared ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—my mom outside is laughing louder than me.]

[Everyone is watching this; I’m sitting in a milk tea shop surrounded by people laughing hard.]

[The restaurant next door specifically set up a computer to play this, and their business is booming.]

[Every Saturday, laughter kick-starts the day in my neighborhood.]

[...]

The camera gives that question enough time before moving back to the four faces.

Shu Ran still looks ashen-faced as if she ate an expired mooncake. Guan Yu discreetly exchanges a look with Mu Qiu, then pats Li Yang’s shoulder.

"Though the question is confusing, if you think carefully, it’s still quite doable, as long as you know a few English words and chemical symbols."

Li Yang, frowning under his wig, complains, "The problem is I’ve forgotten all the chemical symbols."

"...Then I can’t help you."

Mu Qiu tosses the retractable knife clipped to her waist in front of him and says, "Don’t even think about apologizing to your chemistry teacher; those three words are too pale. Just go ahead and commit seppuku."

Li Yang now finds the knife unpleasant, quickly pushes it aside, and tries to motivate himself.

"It’s okay, I can handle it. Besides, this is just my first attempt, and I’ve got two more chances."

Mu Qiu retrieves the knife, remaining neutral about his idea.

"Do you think a historical leftover problem can be solved by taking a walk? If you discover you can’t do it all at once..."

Li Yang gets anxious just thinking about that scenario.

Recalling school exam days, flipping through the paper and realizing he couldn’t answer the back page, then his mind blocks, making the first part impossible as well...

It’s too frightening; he refuses to imagine!

Li Yang clutches his head and laments, "Why did I pick chemistry?! I thought it would be memorizing ancient poetry for language class. I even recalled all the poems I could on the way here."

"Oh, poor thing. If it’s language or English, we could help you recall. But chemistry, y’know, we’ve truly forgotten it all."

Mu Qiu nods in agreement, "For language or English, you could ask Brother Cheng or Sister Shu Ran; they can tackle those. But chemistry? Brother Cheng’s been out of school for over a decade, probably forgotten it too."

"...So what should I do?!"

"Don’t cry, Yangyang."

Guan Yu pats his back, strokes his oily, shiny wig, and winks at Mu Qiu with a sneaky grin.

Mu Qiu gestures at her clothes, drawing a rectangle with her fingers, finally making two shaky ok signs, posing a question.

Guan Yu returns an ok sign this time affirming it.

Apart from the camera, Shu Ran and Li Yang didn’t notice their little signals.

Mu Qiu retreats triumphantly, sitting in her spot to work on her electronic screen, occasionally chatting with Shu Ran to soothe her irritated mood.

The remaining pair begins to reenact a familiar scene.

Guan Yu affectionately strokes Li Yang’s wig, prolongs her tone amid his groans, and softly speaks.

"Actually—there might be something that can save you."

Li Yang looks at her warily, "What’s that? You’re not going to trick me, are you aware of the professional ethics of a swindler?"

Guan Yu: "?? Since when do swindlers have professional ethics."

"Trick the same person twice; there must be a gap between. If you trick me twice in a row, surely I won’t fall for it."

"...Thanks for the reminder. But this time, it’s not me; I’m not tricking you."

She reemphasizes to match Li Yang’s scornful gaze again, "I’m really not tricking you! If I am, may I deal with postpartum care for sows?"

"When swearing, just swear; why bring in a sow?"

Guan Yu: ".... Will you listen or not?!"

Whose sow, she didn’t give birth to your child post-partum! Calling it so intimately!

Li Yang pouts, begrudgingly signaling he can listen for a couple of lines.

With an annoyed expression, Guan Yu leans in closer and whispers, "Mu Qiu has an ultimate weapon."

"What’s it now? Another knife obtained from a romantic rival?"

"...No!" She takes a deep breath and mysteriously says two words, "Tablet."

Li Yang doubts and glances at her, then at Mu Qiu, "What tabl...?! Oh my god, her tabl...!"

Quickly, Guan Yu covers his mouth, "Keep it down!"

Li Yang’s eyes burst with intense hope, nodding furiously until Guan Yu releases him; he quietly asks excitedly.

"But is she really carrying the tablet? How does it connect to the internet?"

"Do you know about it?"

"? Know about what?"

Guan Yu shows a familiar expression, one Li Yang recently saw in Mu Qiu.

Kind, friendly, sympathetic, calming.

"Mu Qiu connects to your assistant’s hotspot."

Li Yang: "??? Whose hotspot?!"

Guan Yu kindly repeats, "Your assistant’s."

"!"

While they whisper, behind them, from a camera directly facing their backs, a small white fluff ball slowly stretches out.

The fluff on the ball sways in the breeze, wobbly, looking awfully cute.

Li Yang rolls his eyes in annoyance, glancing back at the white fluff ball extremely close; he has to look cross-eyed.

"...What is this thing?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The cameraman laughs heartily, "The recording mic."

"...Why make a recording mic look so cute?!"

He almost took a bite out of it.