After around three minutes of each group’s "Healthy and Fit Body Show," Mu Qiu’s eyes had finally recovered, and she was holding a Lady’s Fan to cool her neck.
It was a bit too hot, even though Cheng Zhirang and the few tall n nearby were blocking the sunlight, she still felt her face burning.
The director and crew held up giant umbrellas, noticing the heat, and hastened the pace.
"Next, everyone will play gas in groups. Before starting the first round of gas, we need to explain—
In last episode’s show, Mu Qiu and Guan Yu’s group won the MVP, which ans they have power-ups for this episode. Shu Ran’s group ca last, so they are demoted to floating NPCs and lose half their mobility in this episode.
However, the MVP’s powers and the floating NPC’s punishnt are not clear yet and will be revealed in later gas.
Alright, everyone, go change your outfits, and we’ll switch locations."
"Yay—"
The responses were weak, but everyone moved quickly, especially the three ladies. Two MVPs and a floating NPC exchanged a fiery glance and rushed up the stairs, lifting their skirts.
Shu Ran: "Hurry, hurry, going to change into a short sleeve, it’s so hot, my God."
It was so hot that they didn’t even bother to delve into the unclear reward and punishnt rules.
Guan Yu had so energy left and was striking a pose as she walked up with her skirt, asking below, "Cara bro, can you take a backshot of ?"
The director raised a loudspeaker and increased the volu: "So guests, please don’t misuse the show’s resources."
"...What a cheapskate."
The three people who needed assistance with their skirts earlier suddenly didn’t need any help, running to the second floor like they were escaping a wedding.
The few gentlen behind didn’t even catch up.
It was too hot, and Mu Qiu, in her faux-velvet fabric, felt like she was lting. After going up, she tead up with Guan Yu and Shu Ran to push open the three-ter-high door, heading straight to the changing room.
Cheng Zhirang, who intended to help with the door, paused his hand in mid-air and looked up at the top of the door.
If he wasn’t mistaken, this was indeed a three-ter-high heavy door.
When did three slender arms beco capable of pushing such a door?
The others had fewer thoughts, and Jiang Lu, already taking off his morning suit jacket, had it draped on his arm, with a disheveled waistcoat and shirt, like he just rolled out of a woman’s bed.
"Co on, I’m not familiar with your show’s flow, guide a bit."
Cheng Zhirang led him inside, and after they entered, the others gradually followed, Li Yang at the back, with Wei Yi bringing up the rear.
The difference in identity and status determines many things.
The castle had thick carpets laid throughout, making footsteps almost soundless.
Cheng Zhirang stopped outside his changing room, and Jiang Lu leaned back to glance at a certain room across, jesting, "Not going to the other one?"
Cheng Zhirang gave him a glance: "Not appropriate."
Saying this, he was unlocking the door while undoing his suit buttons with one hand.
Jiang Lu snorted: "What’s with all this propriety, everyone knows your relationship, do you still need to avoid suspicion?"
"Everyone knows, which is why it needs more respect."
"Gentlen are indeed different in thought from us." Jiang Lu took off his waistcoat, casually hanging it on his arm, the shirt collar wide open.
The door opened, and Cheng Zhirang murmured his last words to him.
"Play less, there will be tis you’ll regret."
Jiang Lu paid no heed, also opening his door and entering his changing room.
A few minutes later, staff placed each team’s uniform in the delivery box by the door. Not long after, Wei Yi, Qiu Shuang, and Li Yang were dressed and out, waiting.
Mu Qiu was still taking a shower.
After shedding the heavy formal dress, her whole body felt lighter. After showering, she donned the greenish team uniform and tied her hair into a bun.
Cheng Zhirang seed to really like her bun. Two days ago, after a shower, not wanting to wash her hair, she asked him to help with her hairdo, and he earnestly learned how to make a bun.
In the end, he created a crooked bun, touched it twice with his fingers...and sohow got interested again.
Thinking of this, she paused, slightly lifting her shirt hem, and checked her waist in the mirror.
There were still so red marks on the side.
She used a concealer stick to cover them up, ensuring there were no suspicious marks in areas that might be exposed during the ga, before opening the door to step out.
Everyone else was outside, Shu Ran and Jiang Lu were not out yet.
Cheng Zhirang was talking to Qiu Shuang, and upon hearing a sound, he turned to look at her.
His gaze swept over her body, naturally landing on her bun again.
Mu Qiu jogged over, no caras yet, Cheng Zhirang reached out in advance, letting her stop near him, holding his hand.
"Later, indoors," he stopped talking to Qiu Shuang, his pretty eyes gently gazing at her, whispering, "Do you feel your skin burning?"
The other speakers intentionally or unintentionally glanced at them, and Qiu Shuang tactfully turned to speak with others, ignoring them.
Mu Qiu shook her head, the bun swaying with it, imdiately attracting Cheng Zhirang’s attention.
He reached out to steady the bun, asking:
"Why don’t you undo your hair? It’s burned in the sun."
"No need, I used the cold air to blow over it."
"Did the flash make your eyes uncomfortable? I brought so eye drops, want to try?"
His palm shifted to her cheek, seemingly able to cup her delicate face with just one hand.
Mu Qiu gazed directly at him, her face snuggling into his palm gently.
"Sure."
Since being together, many impromptu actions have beco habitual between them.
She grabbed Cheng Zhirang’s shirt, lying back on his palm, looking at the eye drops hovering above her eyes, quietly saying: "Prepare tissues first, I’m afraid I’ll ss up my makeup if I tear up."
"Sure. Don’t worry, I’ll drop it from the corner of the eye."
Even when putting eye drops, the two are sweet and loving, making the viewers around feel a pang of envy.
Guan Yu, having watched enough of the love scene, slightly tugged Shi Yuhuai and feigned a soft voice: "Brother Huai, my eyes hurt so much, tears are flowing down, I need eye drops too."
Shi Yuhuai waved her hand away without a pause, stepping back to press against the corridor wall.
"Then go join them."
"...Brother Huai, your idea is rather daring."
Li Yang stifled a laugh, covering his mouth.
Guan Yu shot him a sidelong glance.
"What’s so funny, seriously? Laughing while you can’t even get a girlfriend and only laugh at others’ romance, don’t you find that problematic?"
Li Yang: "??? I was laughing at you."
"And you emphasize that again, want a beating?"
"...Resorting to violence against pitiful folks like us."
Guan Yu: "When I’m off balance in my heart, I need to unbalance others too. Speaking of—"
She raised her voice, calling out to the opposite door: "Shu Ran, are you done yet?"
A little more ti and the couple in love would probably be in each other’s arms.
Shu Ran finally erged. Around the sa ti, the farthest door also opened.
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