Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 529 - 11: After Divorce, the Cannon Fodder Joins a R

"To hell with you, Jiang Baiyan. From now on, I declare Jiang Lai as my 12th internet husband!"

"Holding a muscular man over six feet with one leg, does this even make sense?"

"What kind of super strength young woman is this?! Am I watching a sci-fi movie?"

"Zhou Luo is so delicate, so weak."

At the end of the three-second hold, Jiang Lai unhesitatingly dropped Zhou Luo and then raised both hands high.

"We are the champions!"

The crowd went wild.

Everyone was stunned.

The most shocked of all, however, was Zhou Luo himself.

No one can better understand the experience of being horizontally picked up by a girl weighing under 100 pounds.

His mind went blank, and his nose was filled with Jiang Lai’s cool fragrance, clean and refreshing, like a breeze after a heavy rain.

It wasn’t until he lay down on the sand that he realized everything that just happened was real.

At this mont, Jiang Lai looked down at him with an indifferent expression.

"How co all those muscles have no weight at all? Foam-filled? So fake."

".... "

"Really? Zhou Luo’s muscles are fake?"

"Hahahaha Jiang Lai’s words are poisonous."

"Stop mocking, everyone knows Zhou Luo is quite fake now."

"Nonsense, there are workout videos of Brother Luo online. Aren’t you responsible for the nonsense you spout?"

"Seeing is believing, your Brother Luo really does seem quite weak, hahaha."

Barrage comnts crazily flooded in praising Jiang Lai’s charm.

Sotis, a minor action or a simple sentence can increase audience likability.

However, within ten minutes after the ga began, the show had already hit three or four trending topics.

#JiangLaiCarriedZhouLuo#

#ZhouLuoMusclesFoamFilled#

#MurongTeamMutualForfeit#

Various trending topics.

Of course, the hottest topic position was firmly held by Jiang Lai.

At the end of the ga, no one expected Zhou Luo and Jiang Lai’s team to win first place.

The director didn’t expect it either, but the facts were right there, so he announced the reward.

"The first-place reward is a romantic seafood dinner on the island with a bottle of ’82 red wine."

The others looked on with envy, their eyes red.

Hu Peiyuan, still not giving up, asked.

"What’s the reward for second place?"

"There is no reward for second place."

The director then turned to Murong Yan and Liang Qizhou’s group.

"The last place will receive a punishnt, a physical punishnt."

The physical punishnt was a hundred-ter frog jump. The two n willingly accepted the punishnt, and after hopping a hundred ters under the blazing sun, Murong Yan and Liang Qizhou were soaked from top to bottom, water dripping from their hair.

After the punishnt, Shang Qingrao imdiately handed them two glasses of water, looking at them with eyes full of helplessness and concern.

"Why make things difficult for yourself, wouldn’t you enjoy holding a beauty?"

Murong Yan gulped down the water, but his gaze secretly shifted towards the pavilion where Jiang Lai stood.

She had changed.

So much ti had passed without her pestering him, and there were many things in her eyes that he couldn’t understand.

Finally let go?

Murong Yan felt a sense of relief in his heart; this way, he could wholeheartedly pursue Qingqing.

Relationships can’t be forced, and since she took so much advantage, it’s smart of her to let go now.

However, a woman who just got divorced and openly flirted with other n on the show is truly unburdened by her conscience.

The years of affection ant so little to her.

This works out well for him too; he no longer has to feel extra guilt or sympathy for her.

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The reward for first place, an island feast.

Sitting under the orange-yellow afterglow with a refreshing sea breeze, the white dinner table decorated with exquisite flowers and fine wine was loaded with a sumptuous seafood platter.

On the island, the sky darkened late, and even at seven in the evening, the island was enveloped in a warm hue.

Jiang Lai leisurely enjoyed the al she had worked hard to win.

The lobster was fresh, and the crab legs were full of at. In front of the live broadcast, Jiang Lai tied up her hair and focused on eating, mouthful after mouthful, not caring what the al ant for a female celebrity.

"Looks so appetizing, makes my mouth water."

"How can you eat so much and still be so slim, so jealous."

"Is she planning to adopt a foodie persona? Wasn’t she barely eating anything in the last episode under a dieting persona?"

"How can a female celebrity eat like this all the ti? This al is just for show. Normally, they count every calorie. Believe it and you’ve lost."

"Can you criticize even als? I don’t care, everything my husband does is aweso!"

"Do you know Jiang Lai that well to babble here? She’s pretty straightforward, although her temper is bad."

The online buzz about Jiang Lai was a bit strange; so of her haters, after seeing her perform things like a plank stand on a pressure plate and carrying a muscular man with one leg, started feeling conflicted.

They were addicted to the frenzy of demonizing her but were also uncontrollably attracted to her every move.

This love-hate feeling made haters very conflicted, ruthless in their own mockery but unable to stand it when criticized by others.

So the barrage was a chaotic mix of people arguing, with so admirers passionately confessing to Jiang Lai.

Zhou Luo, sitting opposite, seed distracted.

Although very hungry, knowing where this al ca from made him unable to pick up his chopsticks.

Looking at the few others who, due to failing the ga, had no dinner prepared by the program and could only munch on so leftover dry bread and instant noodles in the villa.

"How can you still eat at this ti?"

Jiang Lai sipped her soup.

"Otherwise? Like you, wanting to eat but too shy to? I have nothing to be embarrassed about; this al is my prize."

After speaking, she helped herself to another piece of sashimi, savoring it.

Zhou Luo stared at Jiang Lai.

"Aren’t you afraid of gaining weight eating so much?"

"Not afraid."

She’s still too skinny now; it would be better to gain over 100 pounds.

Seeing her unaffected by coaxing or coercion, Zhou Luo simply moved his plate of bread and caviar to the nearby table.

"Everyone, help yourselves, there’s plenty anyway."

Shang Qingrao showed a grateful smile.

"Thank you, but you should discuss it with Jiang Lai, don’t cause friction between you two because of us."

Zhou Luo found it amusing.

"It’s just a table of food. What’s there to discuss? Let’s eat; there’s plenty, and we won’t finish it all."

He turned back to look, face suddenly stiffening.

Because the plates of food he had just moved were now all in front of Jiang Lai.

"Can you really eat that much?"

Jiang Lai sipped her wine, nodded unhurriedly.

"Yes, I can."

"Aren’t you overdoing it this way?"

Jiang Lai couldn’t help but burst out laughing.