"Hahahahahahahahaha!"
"Hahahahahahahahaha, Brother Cheng, get those hips moving!"
"Sing it boldly, Brother Cheng! You have to do it, hahahahahahahaha!"
"I’m dying of laughter! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
The four of them laughed so hard they bent over, covering their mouths. Li Yang sat directly on the ground, laughing with his head tilted back, his wig about to fall off.
Cheng Zhirang stared at the wriggling sunflower toy, frozen in place.
This thing is really hard to accept...
He lowered his hand holding the blind box, closed his eyes again, and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"Can I switch to another one?" This was the first ti he had asked the director this question.
The director laughed so hard he had to cover his mouth, his eyes squinting, letting out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head to indicate he couldn’t.
Cheng Zhirang helplessly turned to look at his teammates who were laughing uncontrollably in the back.
He wasn’t bothered by the idol burden, but his personality just couldn’t allow him to do such flamboyant movents or sing such cute songs.
What to do?
Mu Qiu tugged on Guan Yu’s petal skirt after laughing enough, whispering, "Should we help Brother Cheng?"
Guan Yu tugged Shu Ran, Shu Ran tugged Li Yang,
"Co on, Brother Cheng, we’ll do it with you!"
Li Yang, hearing he had to dance, freed his hand and ran back.
"I’m out! I can’t do it!"
He’s the stage prince, how many tis does he have to emphasize this?! How could he twist like this?! Even if he could, he couldn’t let his fans see it!
Guan Yu grabbed his golden chain on his outfit, "Don’t run! Stick together in trouble, got it?! You could even launch a new career!"
Li Yang’s entire body scread rejection, "No way!"
"You want to, we all know, hurry up."
And then he was thrust into the group.
Mu Qiu voluntarily stood at the edge, with five people surrounding the colorful, flamboyant sunflower, beginning small amplitude swaying.
"Co on, let’s sing! Counting chickens, counting sheep, counting stars, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!"
Li Yang dully followed along, "Counting stars, counting pigs, counting rice, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one..."
"Shake it! Li Yang!"
"..."
So embarrassing for a handso guy, so shaful.
Everyone in there felt embarrassed, except Guan Yu.
She was dancing most cheerfully, singing and swaying while overseeing everyone else, actually turning such an embarrassing mont into a neighborhood square dance.
[I’m dying of laughter]
[Li Yang, stop twisting, my eyes are spinning]
[I’ve seen so many good square-dance seedlings now, I can see my mom’s eyes lighting up]
[This song might just appear at square dances now]
[Mu Qiu! Get those hips moving!]
[Shu Ran and Li Yang are just rigidly awkward hahahahaha]
[My poor Brother Cheng, looks like he’s kidnapped]
[Guan Yu looks like she’s returned to her area of expertise...]
[Thanks everyone for bailing Brother Cheng out!]
[Sorry I just spat water on my computer...]
[Brother Cheng’s eyebrows are so exquisite! This close-up is dizzying ~]
[When it first popped out, Cheng Zhirang had that bewildered look for the first ti hahahaha]
[Brother Cheng, your dancing hardly differs from not dancing]
[...]
Once that flamboyant little thing finished singing, the punishnt finally ended.
Cheng Zhirang and Li Yang visibly breathed a sigh of relief, Shu Ran endured embarrassnt following Li Yang to withdraw, hurriedly running back.
Cheng Zhirang pressed down the sunflower, put it back in the blind box, closed it, and gentlemanly handed the box back to the staff.
Then he took the tissue handed by the assistant to wipe off the water on his face.
Compared to them, Guan Yu was more like a leading dance mom returning to her territory, rejoicing like after smoking a big cigar, exclaiming.
"Wonderful."
Mu Qiu speechlessly glanced at her, then cued Shi Yuhuai, "Brother Huai, does it look good?"
Shi Yuhuai just recorded a video with the assistant of their group deity dance, now answered Mu Qiu, "Very nice, very splendid."
The assistant laughed, his phone shaking the whole ti, guessing the recorded video would all be blurry.
Mu Qiuxin thought a straight guy learned to say a kind lie.
With Cheng Zhirang’s punishnt over, the crew were still laughing; the five themselves couldn’t help but laugh, with Li Yang and Shu Ran hiding behind not wanting to face anyone.
The director held back laughter, calling for the second round.
The nas started appearing on the electronic screen like unreadable code in the spherical fra, with blue lights flickering as the enlarged nas smoothly rotated out.
"Stop." Shi Yuhuai didn’t look at the screen, quickly calling to stop the second ti.
On the electronic screen, the frozen na was enlarged.
Electronic voice: "Congratulations, Shu Ran!"
Shu Ran frowned, stepping out, bitterly smiling as she advanced to choose a blind box.
"Surely it’s nothing like that just now, right?"
Director: "I don’t know."
"..." which ans possibility, Shu Ran felt her scalp tingling, "This makes not want to choose at all."
She circled the remaining four blind boxes twice without deciding, visibly hesitant.
On the third lap, thinking if she didn’t pick, the audience might get annoyed, she gritted her teeth, picking the last blind box.
She held the blind box to the cara, carefully unboxing while subconsciously leaning back.
She definitely didn’t want to face the blind box and get sprayed like Cheng Zhirang just now.
Cheng Zhirang can rely on his looks, but female celebrities dread such humiliating scenes.
The blind box was opened, without popping any spray or noise, quiet.
Shu Ran had closed her eyes, hearing no sound, puzzled, she opened her eyes and leaned closer.
Inside was a seemingly thick plastic raincoat-like item.
Shu Ran sighed in relief, taking out the clothing and shaking it open, "What’s this?"
Inside fell an instruction card, which she picked up to read.
"Please wear this dazzling outfit at night and perform a Rumba dance, recording a video as proof."
After reading it, she excitedly looked at everyone, "I don’t have to be punished now!"
Director: "Yes, Shu Ran’s blind box task involves finishing this program and posting a video on Weibo while tagging the program’s official account."
Holding her stuff, Shu Ran exited the stage, delightedly escaping like fleeing a battle.
Guan Yu shook her head, mysteriously saying, "Don’t celebrate too early, I feel the ones needing back ho effort are tougher."
Shu Ran folded the item, dismissively waving, "It’s better than twisting around with that toy, right? I happen to know a bit of Rumba."
Seeing her insist on celebrating, Guan Yu said nothing more, her gaze signaling—watch closely this evening, then.
Shu Ran bypassed smoothly, the third chosen na was Li Yang.
He went up to pick the first blind box.
Unafraid of risks, the stage prince promptly opened it, where sothing punched him in the face, startling him, dropping the blind box on the floor.
Li Yang: "......" What is this?!!
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