Mu Qiu was a giant question mark hanging over her forehead at that mont.
"You want , a blind person, to write??? What were you guys thinking?!"
Jiang Lu shrugged, answering on behalf of Cheng Zhirang, "Since soone’s bound to ss things up, we might as well have you sit there. We’re hoping you’d have so professional spirit and write earnestly."
"But if I write it, can you guys even understand it?"
Jiang Lu: "That’ll depend on Cheng Zhirang’s ability to comprehend. Maybe he just might understand what you’re trying to express?"
"......" She felt like the gossipy stares of the whole room were on her.
"Alright," she resigned herself to the situation, "If you guys really want to push the limits of comprehension, I can’t stop you."
Since Cheng Zhirang arranged it, she couldn’t exactly turn him down, right? Otherwise, it’d be too obvious she’s avoiding suspicion.
She plopped herself into the eighth position, clutching a small cushion on the couch, and started sighing.
She was the first to be placed, followed by Li Yang in the seventh performance slot, Guan Yu in the sixth, Shu Ran in the fifth writing slot, Wei Yi in the fourth performance slot, Qiu Shuang in the third performance slot, Shi Yuhuai in the second writing slot, and Jiang Lu in the first performance slot.
(I drew a quick sketch and put it on Weibo; this ti, I didn’t skimp on it)
Cheng Zhirang sat in the last performance slot, right next to Mu Qiu.
The arrangent was quite obvious; all the notorious disruptors were placed at the back, while the well-behaved ones were at the front.
Mu Qiu sat quietly, facing forward, trying hard not to look at the heat source beside her.
Everyone had sat down, and Cheng Zhirang stood up and addressed the row of people in front:
"I hope everyone can cooperate, bring out your professional spirit, and try not to ss things up. After all, if you ss things up now, when it’s your turn later, we’ll ss things up too."
Jiang Lu, who was at the very front, chid in, "Exactly. When will revenge ever end? Let’s all be a bit serious. Besides, with this lineup so long, even without sabotage, the task is already quite tough."
Guan Yu: "No worries, we will definitely pass it down seriously."
Next to her, Shu Ran gave her a dubious glance.
The director opposite them asked, "Are you ready?"
Cheng Zhirang nodded, saying it was good to go.
Director: "Great, the first round for Shu Ran’s team begins! The electronic wristband monitoring system is now activated!"
Everyone sat up straight, and the carved dividers suddenly shifted forward a bit more, making it impossible for those sitting in compartnts to see the person next to them.
However, not sure if the show team lacks brains or if they’re too cunning, these dividers are carved open, so if you stand up or stretch your neck, you can still see next door, right?
Judging by the show’s usual cunning, it’s likely they’ve got ulterior motives.
The staff pulled out a tablet, showing it to Jiang Lu with the cara focused on the words written on it.
[A beauty lies on the daybed, lightly fanning herself, her expression dazed as she gazes at the waning moon outside the window.]
Jiang Lu: "?"
This could be acted out, but wouldn’t it be too hard to pass on?
Eyebrows raised, he looked at the cara and asked with a smile, "How am I supposed to act this out?"
[Just act how you usually do]
[You don’t even need to act, just let your eyes look a bit dazed, and it fits perfectly]
[The beauty is already there, the rest is easy]
[How’s this going to be passed on hahaha, I have a feeling it’ll start going astray from Brother Huai!]
[Brother Huai: I’m ready to sabotage]
[How can Brother Huai be sabotaging! He’s just earnestly passing it on, it’s just that sotis there’s a mishap in communication or expression!]
[Are you actually Mu Qiu?]
[This is it!!! I want to see Jiang Lu and Brother Cheng act this out!]
[Beauty Shark ]
The cara couldn’t possibly respond to him, so Jiang Lu clicked his tongue, indicating that he got it, then rapped on the "door" next to him with his left hand.
The midsection divider retracted again a little bit, and Shi Yuhuai, already in position, was ready to observe and make notes.
Jiang Lu switched from a sitting position to lying on the daybed, slightly tilting his head to look outside, with no expression on his face but a vacant gaze, looking absent-minded as if his brain was tuned out. One hand posed to be holding a fan handle, fanning casually and lazily.
His face, both exquisite and devilish, now cald without raising eyebrows or curling lips, stared outside with a bit of lancholy, evoking a strong sense of a literary film.
Shi Yuhuai observed intently, even standing up to take a closer look at Jiang Lu’s fanning for half a minute.
Finally, with great confidence, he sat back down and started to write.
The cara behind him docunted his entire engagent with the performance and his transcription process.
You could see what he wrote: [Jiang Lu lay on the sofa, initially intending to gaze at the director, but the sumr afternoon made him drowsy as he fanned himself for a while.]
Cara: ... Impressive, very realist.
After writing, he capped the pen and solemnly knocked on the left-hand door. After the door retracted, he propped up the paper he’d written for the next person to see.
Clear and concise, the writing was tidy, ensuring Qiu Shuang, who followed, would easily understand.
Qiu Shuang indeed understood perfectly.
And quickly reacted according to his description.
Although he consistently felt sothing was a bit odd, would the show really give them such a mundane and uneventful line to perform?
With doubt in his mind, his hands moved non-stop.
He emulated the description, lying on the daybed, but couldn’t help asking Shi Yuhuai, "Brother Huai, is it really this?"
Shi Yuhuai wanted to say yes, but rembering that he was supposed to be mute, he kept his mouth shut tightly, nodding emphatically with certainty in his eyes.
Qiu Shuang made an ok gesture, settling into the performance.
Their body language and facial expressions exuded imnse confidence.
Qiu Shuang assud the posture, signaling for Wei Yi in the next position to watch.
"Just mimic my actions, that’s all you need to do."
Wei Yi, initially worried, quickly cheered up at this signal, enthusiastically replicating his actions.
Lying sideways, his gaze "broodingly" directed towards the director, hands unclear in what they were doing, possibly rotating his wrists as if they hurt, then pointing at Jiang Lu in the front, blinking once before falling asleep.
The next expandable door opened, and Shu Ran, scowling with concentration, diligently observed Wei Yi’s performance.
Forgive her, but she really couldn’t discern anything from it.
Watching for ages, so long that Wei Yi’s back began to sweat, she finally diverted her gaze and apprehensively picked up a pen.
Her pen hovered on the paper for several seconds, yet she couldn’t write a single word.
The idle hand movent made Wei Yi anxious, who promptly copied and re-perford it for her, while Jiang Lu and Shi Yuhuai looked on after completing their tasks.
Incidentally, they corrected Wei Yi’s erratic hand gestures.
Once the action was adjusted, Shu Ran revealed an enlightened expression before the staff managed to intervene.
"I’ve got it!"
Then she wrote: [On a hot afternoon, Jiang Lu reclined on the sofa, fanning himself while gazing sorrowfully at the director, never receiving a response and finally drifting into sleep.]
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