An unexpected interactive song swept through the entire shell room, watching Guan Yu press down on Zhang Li and Chuchu, shaking their heads and dancing. The others couldn’t avoid it fast enough.
But the place was only so big, and Shu Ran, who had been prepared, sprinted outside, while Shi Yuhuai and Jiang Zhufeng also "escaped from death" and left the shell room.
Inside was complete chaos, Shu Ran tidied her clothes and hair and sighed in relief.
She could tolerate wearing a cheongsam while riding a donkey cart, and could barely accept riding the Pipi Dragon vehicle all over the place, but could absolutely not accept shaking her head and dancing to the heroic song with the three maniacs inside.
That would absolutely trample on her reputation as a graceful celebrity.
The three of them managed to escape, but the others didn’t.
Lin Lian was about to sneak along the wall to get out, but was blocked back inside by Guan Yu at the door.
Then the boy, as clear as glass, was forced to shake his head and shout a couple of lines from the heroic song before being let off by the dancing devil Guan Yu.
"Friends! Are we excited?! Are we happy?!"
The others: "...No..."
"Alright, I know everyone is very excited and happy! Such a bold song needs everyone to complete together, only then can we demonstrate our teamwork, the spirit of moving mountains and dominating the world!"
"So while us three musketeers are in a good mood, what other songs do you want to hear? We’ll sing them all for you!"
Cheng Zhirang: "I want to..."
Guan Yu: "Alright! Brother Cheng said he wants to hear ’I Want to Be Quiet’! Sister playing the music, please give us the music! Make it the DJ version!"
"Come on, start! Every day is so tiring! Just want to sleep when I hit the pillow! You’re gradually blaming me for not accompanying you!"
"Young and not diligent! Regret when old~"
"Full of exhaustion, no one understands... I say I want to be quiet, but you ask who Jingjing is~ Are you deliberately making trouble with me~"
Mu Qiu, who had already turned off her microphone, listened, dumbfounded.
There really is such a song, and Guan Yu could even sing it all the way through... although she thought this song definitely wasn’t in this tune.
Guan Yu sang intoxicated, her feet on her chair, shaking her head, and even shoved the microphone in front of Cheng Zhirang.
Cheng Zhirang opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped, even his smile became a bit strained.
Finally, he covered the microphone with his palm and pushed her hand away.
"I clearly said I want to listen to something normal."
"Huh?! What did you say, Brother Cheng?! You can’t sing?!"
She turned the microphone towards...
Who should it be? They were all stuck against the wall near the door, refusing to meet her gaze.
She squinted her eyes for two seconds, then called out Mu Qiu and Li Yang’s names.
"What’s up with you two? You’re performers! Also, aren’t we missing a few people?"
Mu Qiu: "You noticed, I thought you were so immersed in the world of music that you were insensitive to the number of people."
Li Yang, covering his ears and hiding in the corner of the wall, looked listless, eyelids drooping.
"I’m begging you, Sister Guan Yu, please stop, I can’t bear your sound wave attack anymore."
Guan Yu: "..."
She didn’t, instead turned up the volume again and sang another line: "I say I want to be quiet, but you ask who Jingjing is! Are you deliberately making trouble with me~~"
Mu Qiu leaned against the opposite wall, clinging to her ears, and said, "If you keep singing like this, he really will want to make trouble with you."
Fortunately, Guan Yu couldn’t stand singing two such bold songs alone, so after finishing the line, she stopped the sound wave attack and returned to being a normal person.
"Did everyone like the two songs just now?! You like them, right?! Okay, I’ve fully realized how much everyone likes and welcomes us, listen, what a loud applause! You can clap even louder, right?!"
The crowd, who was not clapping, exchanged glances and reluctantly began to clap.
It was sparse applause, nothing loud about it.
The recently escaped Shi Yuhuai, Shu Ran, and Jiang Zhufeng poked their heads inside the door: "Is it over?"
Mu Qiu asked loudly: "Huh? What did you say?! My ears aren’t working too well, say it louder!"
Shu Ran: "...Is it over?!!"
"Okay, now I can hear you," she patted her ear, said, "It’s obvious, it’s over. Your ears are safe now."
Their ears were already gone, still buzzing at this point.
Only then did the three come in safely, found their places to sit, and urged Guan Yu to swiftly move on to the next part.
Shu Ran: "Something nice, to cleanse our ears."
Guan Yu took a sip of water to moisten her throat: "What’s nice? Now it’s just you and Brother Cheng left, just say it, who’s closing and who’s opening?"
Closing is a good position, not many can handle it.
Shu Ran smiled: "The closing spot should definitely go to Brother Cheng, I’ll be last."
Mu Qiu boldly stared at Cheng Zhirang with everyone else.
"What will Brother Cheng perform?"
Cheng Zhirang, coming out of the earlier magic sound, rubbed his ear, stood up, and said:
"When I signed up, I said any song and any instrument, what do you want to hear?"
Mu Qiu’s eyes widened slightly: "...Any instrument you can play? Any song you can sing?"
"Not really, but I’ve checked," he said while gazing directly into Mu Qiu’s eyes,
"Because this game came quite unexpectedly, the production team didn’t prepare many instruments, and there aren’t many songs suitable for those instruments, I’ve basically listened to them all."
Such a humble attitude, such arrogant words.
Mu Qiu thought if the production team deliberately messed with him and brought out an especially obscure piano piece or guitar piece that he couldn’t play or sing, how would he finish that?
It would be easy for netizens to criticize his arrogance.
Once the perfect image collapses, there are plenty of people who would tear him apart.
"What if..."
"Then Brother Cheng will play ’Night of Confession’ on the violin," Guan Yu ate a couple of melon seeds, "We want to hear a real, manually played one."
"Can’t you be civilized?"
Mu Qiu returned her earlier words: "Playing and playing the violin, though only three words apart, are vastly different."
"Fine, we want to hear a truly manually played violin, is that okay?"
She pouted and looked at Cheng Zhirang again.
"Okay," he replied with a light smile, "dedicated to Cheng Zhi."
He said it was for Cheng Zhi, but his gentle eyes filled with laughter glanced at Mu Qiu, clearly using his gaze to add "and my girlfriend" at the end.
Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck.
The violin was already prepared, and there were more staff members gathered around the surroundings of the lake. It seemed like the entire production team for this episode was present.
There were several more cameras set up next to the main one, and the directors and assistants in the back were raising their phones, openly filming and excitedly whispering "Brother Cheng."
Such popularity, truly fitting for the god-faced Cheng Zhirang.
He placed the violin on his shoulder, getting into the ready position. With broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, casually holding a violin made him look like a model.
As the accompaniment of "Night of Confession" began, the strings of the violin drew out and emitted a melodious sound.
Mu Qiu was at the forefront, gripping the small balcony, waving along with the music.