To put it simply, the brand just wants so buzz, grab the trending topics, and do online marketing.
Rong Xianning drinking cilantro juice—if this becos a hot search topic, it’ll explode.
Previously, on the show, there was footage of Rong Xianning eating, where sharp-eyed fans noticed he picked out the cilantro.
In the entertainnt industry, who has as much heat as Rong Xianning? If they can get him to drink the cilantro juice he dislikes, the usually composed Rong Xianning will definitely show his true emotions in front of the cara, and the trending topic will naturally follow.
Feng Cheng is pretty simple-minded, thinking this is just a luck-based little ga. He volunteered enthusiastically, his hand itching to reach into the box.
Silently, he wished in his heart: blue, it must be blue.
Looking at the blue ball in his hand, Feng Cheng bead like a fool.
Excited, he showed the blue ball to Rong Xianning, "Aning, look! It’s my lucky color."
His lucky color is also his supporter color.
Next ca Du Yuchun, who wasn’t so lucky and ended up grabbing Xu Si’s supporter color.
As soone who grew up in Xiangnan and has a taste for heavier flavors, this kind of mixed juice wasn’t a big deal to him. Yet, although he tried to remain composed when drinking it, his drastic change in expression couldn’t fool anyone.
"Blegh~." Du Yuning clutched the wall, his face red from holding it in.
Xu Si stepped forward, gently patting his back and taking a cup of water handed by a staff mber to give to him.
Du Yuning accepted the water, took a sip, and shook his head.
"Horrible blegh~."
Ge Qi glanced at Rong Xianning, fully aware this setup was aid at him. There probably weren’t any yellow balls in that box at all.
Next up were Ge Qi and Xu Si. Xu Si happily got his lucky color, but Ge Qi wasn’t so fortunate.
Without hesitation, he picked up his cup and drank. Though his face looked bad after, he didn’t embarrass himself to the extent Du Yuning did. To everyone watching, this gave Ge Qi an air of gutsiness, earning him a wave of goodwill.
Then ca the mont everyone had been waiting for—Rong Xianning. The live-streaming comnts were flooded with prayers for him to draw the lucky color.
Rong Xianning reached into the box, and the previously rowdy venue seed to quiet down instantly as all eyes fixated on the hand reaching inside.
As Rong Xianning lowered his head, the brim of his hat shaded the upper half of his face, so his expression couldn’t be seen.
Yan Lu suddenly thought of sothing and turned to look at Zeng Qiang. "You guys wouldn’t do sothing like that, would you?"
Zeng Qiang shot her a sly, undefinable look. "Guess?"
Yan Lu: ...
She felt the brand was up to no good.
Unlike the others, who stirred their hands through the box nervously and hesitated, Rong Xianning barely lingered. It seed as though he grabbed sothing instantly upon reaching in.
The whole process took re seconds.
Ge Qi turned and whispered sothing to Xu Si beside him. Suddenly, he sneezed, raised his hand, and accidentally bumped into Rong Xianning next to him.
Rong Xianning, who had just revealed the ball he grabbed, suddenly dropped it before anyone could see it properly.
The ball rolled diagonally backward.
Ge Qi rubbed his nose, seemingly just realizing what he’d done, and quickly explained, "I didn’t an it, Aning, you won’t bla , right?"
I definitely ant it, and what can you do about it?
He saw clearly—it was a red ball. The brand deliberately set this trap for Rong Xianning.
He had popularity but no substantial works or presence; the brand wanted to exploit his fa for marketing, hoping to make him show his worst side to maximize the buzz.
Rong Xianning didn’t even glance at him, instead turning to look at the ball on the ground.
A row of people stood diagonally behind, likely staff mbers from the brand. In front stood a few young won, dressed stylishly and glamorously.
The ball rolled to a stop in front of a pair of coffee-colored boots.
As Rong Xianning was about to approach, the owner of the boots squatted down and picked up the ball.
The person was wearing a white baseball cap—the sa style as the black one Rong Xianning was wearing.
As the live broadcast cara followed the action, the girl turned her palm over, hiding the ball so no one could see its color.
Yan Lu was focused on the boy walking toward her and completely missed Shen You’an squatting beside her to pick up the ball.
The girl stood up slowly and extended her right hand, her palm gradually opening.
Rong Xianning suddenly halted in his tracks.
The cara zood in on the ball in her palm.
What captured everyone’s attention wasn’t the ball’s color but the girl’s slender, elegant fingers—delicate and fair, as beautiful as an artist’s masterpiece and a dream for anyone with a hand fetish.
And lying in her palm was a yellow ping-pong ball.
Rong Xianning stared at the ball for a mont, then raised his gaze sharply to look at the girl.
Under her cap’s brim, the girl slowly lifted her head.
Rong Xianning’s pupils contracted; he involuntarily lit up with joy and was about to step forward, but her cold, detached gaze snapped him back to his senses. The lifted leg discreetly retreated, and the light in his eyes receded into obscurity.
At his sides, his hands clenched tightly, silently betraying the turbulent emotions inside.
Ge Qi frowned upon seeing the ball, staring daggers at the girl who picked it up.
She’s with the brand, isn’t she? Boldly swapping the ball in front of everyone—doesn’t she fear repercussions from her employer? Or is she chasing a celebrity so recklessly she’s willing to give up her job?
Zeng Qiang coughed sharply when he spotted the yellow ball.
The brand representative next to him turned pale, glaring daggers at Shen You’an before shifting the accusatory gaze to Zeng Qiang.
Watching the scene unfold, Gao Yuyue crossed her arms in amusent but leveled a warning look at Zeng Qiang not to ddle further.
Zeng Qiang pulled the brand manager aside.
Fine, you can’t afford to offend the princess’s friend.
Shen You’an handed the ball to Rong Xianning, who took a mont before reaching out to accept it.
Their fingertips brushed briefly as Rong Xianning took the ball from Shen You’an’s palm. Though outwardly composed, his inner turmoil roared like a storm.
"Thank you."
The two soft words carried a wealth of complex emotion.
Feng Cheng didn’t notice the strange tension between the two. He excitedly ran over to Rong Xianning: "That’s great—it’s a yellow ball, so you don’t have to drink the cilantro juice! I told you today’s your lucky day."
The host paused for a mont but quickly regained professional composure: "Xianning is very lucky today! Lemons, don’t worry, your Aning won’t have to drink the cilantro juice."
Internally, he muttered, Strange, where did the plan go wrong?
Fans collectively sighed with relief.
If anyone dared make Aning drink cilantro juice, they’d have torn the brand apart.
Rong Xianning clasped the ping-pong ball in his palm, shot one last deep glance at her, then turned and walked back.
Shen You’an quietly returned to her spot.
Gao Yuyue leaned over to Shen You’an and whispered, "You really pulled out all the stops."
No wonder she’d snuck away when Feng Cheng was drawing his ball—it turned out she had gone to swap them.
Gao Yuyue gazed at her with insightful eyes: "Did you two already know each other?"
Shen You’an secretly crushed the red ball from her left palm, looking at Rong Xianning’s retreating figure, smiling faintly: "What does it matter if we did or didn’t?"
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