Guan Yu leaned back in the chair, adjusted the position of the pillow, then slowly said, "Of course—"
"I arrived earlier than you all, snuck out for a bit, and discovered that not far next to the hotel, there’s a filming base set up like a wasteland. Chaotic car crash scenes, dusty streets, ruins everywhere."
Mu Qiu’s eyes shifted: "Disaster? Apocalypse?"
Li Yang: "It could also be a detective story."
Shi Yuhuai, seriously munching on sunflower seeds, agreed firmly, "Divergent. The setting of the movie Mu Qiu drew last ti was just like this."
"So it’s the movie channel again?" Shu Ran frowned, "And everyone is in the sa movie?"
"Makes so sense." Li Yang said.
Guan Yu also said, "That’s what I’m guessing too, connecting Mu Qiu’s speculation, that we’ll appear in the sa disaster movie and then complete so tasks according to the plot."
"Disaster movie... ’2012’? Sister Guan Yu, are you the female lead that ets her end at the beginning again?"
Guan Yu heavily placed the small cake she had picked up, "Disaster movies aren’t limited to just one! I can always score a good role!"
"Then we look forward to it hahaha!"
The atmosphere relaxed, everyone leisurely munching on snacks and chatting, discussing whether their guesses were correct.
Shu Ran: "Do you think it’s accurate, Han Xizheng?"
Han Xizheng: "Very logical, quite smooth, very likely."
Mu Qiu: "What do you think, Zhao Yu?"
Zhao Yu: "I think it’s not certain. After six episodes, you all haven’t guessed correctly even once, right?"
Guan Yu: "... Such a valid point."
Li Yang: "According to the director’s habits, this episode might not be so easy to guess, might even be the opposite... could it be magic fairies?"
Mu Qiu: "... What leads you to think that?"
Guan Yu: "I also guess it’s Balabala Little Magic Fairy. Have you been secretly watching too many cartoons behind your agent’s back?"
Chu Qiu: "I guess a parallel world."
Shen Zhousong: "Maybe it’s cops and robbers?"
Shi Yuhuai: "Why not let Guan Yu go investigate?"
Everyone’s gaze focused on Guan Yu.
Guan Yu leaned back, "You think I don’t want to?! But every ti, by the last two days, I go with a gift box to visit and he won’t even open the door for !"
Guo Yin: "Hahahahaha!"
"Since the situation is unclear, let’s do this," Mu Qiu withdrew her hand from Cheng Zhirang’s grip, snapped her fingers, eyes slightly narrowed, "Let’s make a bet."
Two seconds of silence later—
"Tch—"
"Here you go again!"
"I don’t trust you!"
"Co on, gambling is wrong!"
Mu Qiu said nothing, just looked at them.
Another two seconds later—
"How do we bet?"
"Teams or individual?"
"What’s the wager?"
"Keep your voice down, don’t let others hear."
"Tomorrow morning we’ll have answers revealed, why not bet red envelopes directly?"
Mu Qiu leaned both hands on the table, see, everyone is a gambler.
"Just guess what tomorrow’s format will be, everyone chooses a different one, the wager is, as you said, a red envelope, with imdiate payout on site, right?"
Li Yang: "What if two people guess one point correctly?"
"Just even touching the point counts as neither losing nor winning, touching nothing counts as losing, the closest guess counts as winning. If only one person touches the point, that person wins. Pay directly upon reveal of the answer tomorrow."
Cheng Zhirang: "What’s the red envelope amount?"
Mu Qiu: "One hundred, sound good?"
"Okay."
"No problem."
"Deal."
Zhao Yu already started rummaging through her handbag for cash, "Didn’t expect the first skill I’d learn on this show would be gambling."
Guo Yin: "What if I didn’t bring cash?"
Guan Yu: "I support online transfers here."
Shu Ran: "Even if you support that, what makes you think you’ll guess correctly?"
Shi Yuhuai: "Why are you all already preparing for the red envelopes after losing, before even guessing?"
Mu Qiu, looking down at her balance without raising her head, "Good question. But if you’re not prepared and lose tomorrow, we’ll chase you for money the whole ti."
"... Can soone lend cash?"
Cheng Zhirang paused mid-phone action, lost in thought.
"Will they not let us bring phones tomorrow?"
Holding his phone, Mu Qiu briefly looked up, then imdiately put away the phone and reached for Zhao Yu’s wallet.
"I’m borrowing a bill."
"With interest."
"Sure, sure, at bank rates, just a matter of a few cents."
Everyone else also reacted, put down their phones, and asked around, "Got cash?"
"Lend a bill, I’ll pay interest."
"You think I’m a bank?! I only have one red bill!"
"If I lose tomorrow, can I pay a deposit first? I have two bucks."
"Is everyone that poor?"
"You want it? I’ll lend you. I think I can guess right."
Thanks to this gamble, everyone lent and borrowed money, becoming familiar quickly, much more effective than the introductions earlier.
Once the money was sorted, the betting began.
Guan Yu moved fastest, seizing the opportunity and blurting out, "I guess it’s a disaster movie with tasks!"
Having analyzed so much just now, using it directly worked, so saying it first might give an advantage.
Although not necessarily accurate, nothing else could be guessed.
Mu Qiu followed closely behind, "I guess it’s apocalypse investigation!"
Most likely scenarios had been pretty much covered by them already, leaving others scrambling to guess quickly.
Li Yang: "I guess... I guess it’s a sniping ga!"
Cheng Zhirang: "I guess it’s an action movie shoot."
Han Xizheng: "I guess it’s a sci-fi set, robbing sothing."
Shen Zhousong: "I guess it’s cops and robbers ga."
Shi Yuhuai: "I guess... never mind, I’m out of the ga."
Zhao Yu: "I’m not paying if I guess wrong, I’m out too."
Later, Guo Yin and others also raised their hands to say they were out, but Li Yang, the gambling enthusiast, stopped them and forced them to say sothing random.
"What if you randomly guess right? Everyone gets a hundred bucks! Then you’d collect eleven hundred!"
The gambling fever spread, and no one could sit still, racking their brains to guess several versions.
Once the guessing ended, the preparations for money started.
"Are we really not allowed phones tomorrow?"
"Phones let you cheat? The show has already been traumatized by Mu Qiu."
"Why bring up? It’s not like you’ve never cheated!"
"Mu Qiu, so this is who you are, such a bad reputation, I misjudged you."
"Zhao Yu! I knew you wanted to betray from the start!"
"Hey, watch out!"
Zhao Yu, tickled and leaning back suddenly, almost fell over, but Shen Zhousong, standing beside chatting with Han Xizheng, braced her lightly and pushed her back upright.
Zhao Yu widened her eyes and glanced back.
"These muscles..."
Mu Qiu clamped her mouth shut, smiling apologetically at Shen Zhousong, "She might have a muscle allergy, sorry."
Shen Zhousong: "?"
Muscle allergy, what’s that?
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