How can anyone be smiling and screaming on the pendulum ride?
Especially Guan Yu, that’s even more impossible.
It’s just that the scariest part hasn’t co yet, so she still has ti to manage her expressions. When they reach the highest point, almost parallel to the ground, and have to complete the task, it’s absolutely impossible to maintain a smiling expression.
Mu Qiu is very confident in this theory.
Not even a minute passed, and just as the first word of a poem was turned into a scream on the pendulum, white smoke shot up into the air.
Mu Qiu showed a gambling king’s smile of "everything is under my control."
"Look."
I was right, wasn’t I?
Shi Yuhuai: "It was Qi Feng who got sprayed."
Mu Qiu: "???"
She quickly turned around and widened her eyes, looking carefully as the pendulum swung to the middle.
Qi Feng was slumped like a puddle of mud on the seat, with a look of hopelessness. Next to him, Guan Yu seed to have activated so switch, not scared anymore, leaning forward as if telling the people watching below: Ha ha ha look! He got sprayed before !
As the pendulum swung up and down, left and right, she was still excitedly gesturing to the people below.
Then.
"Psshhh—"
White mist covered her face and was stretched into a white tail due to the rapid trajectory of the pendulum.
It was extrely beautiful.
Li Yang suddenly beca excited, "Ah, Sister Guan Yu has no chances left, hahaha!"
The laughter was so loud that Guan Yu on the pendulum could hear it clearly. When she swung to the middle again, she made an angry gesture at Li Yang.
"Ke tui!"
"Hahahahaha!"
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Sister Guan Yu, don’t be mad! You need to smile! Be careful, or the director might go crazy and spray you into debt!"
"...Shut up! If you don’t say it, the director won’t think of such a dastardly move, ahhhhhhh it’s so high!"
Qi Feng’s voice could occasionally be heard, and when they swung to the middle, only the anguished roars of disappointnt could be heard.
"Sister Guan Yu, recite the poem!"
"Sister Guan Yu! Can’t you even rember the first line?!"
"The great river east, ahhhhhhh!"
Since this "triggering chanism" started, only two lines of "Nian Nu Jiao·Red Cliff Rembrance" have been recited, with the white mist rising multiple tis and screams resounding continuously.
Only Cheng Zhirang was still barely maintaining his expression. But after holding the sa expression for too long, anyone’s face would stiffen, especially when shouting a passionate poem loudly. Holding a smile is very difficult to maintain throughout.
So in the end, with the non-stop screams ringing in his ears and the crazy weightlessness and dizziness from the pendulum, Cheng Zhirang really couldn’t control his face anymore.
The smoke machine rcilessly and continuously sprayed white mist, enveloping him completely.
If he looked a little worse, it would seem like he had eaten too many laxatives and was emitting visible toxic gases.
He was a bit at a loss, really unsure how the producers thought up these ideas, as managing expressions was harder than any drama class training.
The harrowing yet loud "rocks pierce the sky, waves smack the shore" continued stumblingly, and Li Yang below, with his alluring figure leaning on the railing, counted one, two, three out of boredom.
After all, they’d already seen and experienced the funny and constantly sprayed scenes before, there was nothing fresh about it.
"My eyes are already blurry, is this the fifth spray? Who was it? Does Sister Guan Yu owe?"
Shu Ran, sitting on a chair Duan Pinyuan borrowed from a staff mber, replied, "Maybe it’s Qi Feng? The opportunities in Guan Yu’s props are used up, how could she owe unless the director anticipated it and gave her extra chances."
Shi Yuhuai: "Hearing this, it does sound a bit cruel to anticipate that much."
Li Yang: "Brother Huai, you’ve even learned to talk like this, hahaha."
Mu Qiu was also sitting, but had flipped the chair around, resting her chin on the back.
In front of the railing stood Li Yang, Shu Ran, and Shi Yuhuai, with Mu Qiu, Duan Pinyuan, and Lin Xixi a bit further back, tilting her head to watch the continously swinging pendulum.
"I’m tired of watching, my neck is tired from turning too, now I can only support them with my eyeball movents."
No one knows whether this lackluster watch will negatively affect the three in the ga.
Shu Ran, maintaining her lady-like elegant sitting position, smiled and said, "After all, we’ve already played this kind of ga once, most of our energy is spent. Honestly, I still feel like I’m on a roller coaster, ready to turn at any mont."
Mu Qiu turned her head and patted her ear, "I still feel like there’s water in my ears too."
Duan Pinyuan kept his eyes on the pendulum, hearing them talk, and lowered his head to relieve his neck’s soreness.
"I thought Brother Cheng’s task should have been the easiest to complete."
It was unexpected that after five, six, seven, eight minutes, they were still on the earlier lines.
However, when your mouth is open too wide, the wind blowing in isn’t pleasant, the first line ’The great river eastward goes’ was heard as ’The great river deafened.’
Waiting for several more minutes, those below leaned over, slumped, holding their cheeks, listening without any emotion to the ghostly cries and howls above, oh, and the revised version of Red Cliff Rembrance.
Li Yang: "How much have they recited?"
Shi Yuhuai: "I don’t know."
Mu Qiu: "More than half probably? I haven’t heard Sister Guan Yu’s voice for a while since the last correct line, and Brother Cheng’s voice isn’t loud, I can’t hear it clearly."
Duan Pinyuan: "Seems like it’s the third-to-last line."
Lin Xixi: "They’re starting one line over when they get one wrong, I’ve heard the third-to-last line three tis."
Li Yang: "No worries, I’ve almost relearned the poem."
Mu Qiu: "I originally knew this poem, now I might not know it, and I also learned another version."
Shu Ran was still posing against the sunset, it’s a little trick of skilled actresses often featured in magazines.
Against the pervasive orange afterglow, with her back to the cara, her hand flicked through her hair, creating a silent beauty.
Mu Qiu lay on the back of the chair, curiously watching her.
She couldn’t quite grasp how that cara sense was cultivated; it seed like every turn and glance precisely captured the cara, instead of the cara catching her move.
However, the "used" cara was wise, the photographer quickly aid one cara at Shu Ran, deliberately finding a side angle.
In the silhouette of the elegant woman in the sunset’s afterglow, her side-rear profile revealed half a delicate face.
The face was half obscured by the surroundings and cara, only those clear eyes reflecting the sunset color, lively and curious, looked at the cara.
Monts later, unexpectedly seeing the photographer gesturing behind the cara, Mu Qiu paused for a mont, then suddenly blossod into a bright smile with curved eyebrows and eyes.
Even with only half a face showing, it was captivating enough.
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