These words are completely out of line, making Mu Qiu instantly think of Qing Rong.
Even Cheng Zhirang turned to show his surprise.
Guan Yu chuckled: "Don’t get me wrong, I’m just craving Mu Qiu’s body. I don’t have any thoughts about Brother Cheng at all. Oh, maybe Brother Huai is more interested in you."
Mu Qiu: "?!"
She straightened her back and turned to look at Shi Yuhuai.
Shi Yuhuai looked at them with a "bored" expression: "I mean his body proportions are really good, suitable for modeling."
Guan Yu played a pair of kings innocently: "Isn’t that being interested? After all, there are so many people here, and he’s only focused on Brother Cheng’s physique."
"Otherwise, should I be interested in your physique? You ate my peach flesh tower ice cream last night."
This is a combination of new grudges and old ones, no wonder it’s so passive-aggressive.
Guan Yu pouted: "... How petty, a 1.9-meter tall man eating such a delicate ice cream, aren’t you embarrassed? What’s wrong with me helping you eat a little?"
"Is that eating a little? You took half of it with one bite!"
"..." She touched her nose, fell silent.
Mu Qiu watched with amusement and waved to Xiao Yuan, asking her to bring her bag over.
It’s a shame not to write down this experience.
Thousands singing and hundreds partying in complete harmony, a massive crowd screaming a name in exhilaration, such sustained fervor isn’t commonly seen, and she’s only experienced it once in her twenties.
As an experience-focused author, the worlds, characters, and settings in her work generally stem from what she has experienced, encountered, or at the very least seen or heard. By combining imaginative ideas with reality, she manages to produce more authentic depictions.
Otherwise, the constructed scenes and character designs tend to collapse at some point.
But how can an ordinary person experience every single novel plot?
Traveling, gaining new experiences, and reading can broaden one’s horizons and help find small beauties worth writing about from others. However, these small beauties are not personally experienced, and thus lack authenticity and intensity.
She particularly cherishes the beautiful things she discovered through this program, even if she never experiences them again, they can sustain her writing similar-themed books.
She found sticky notes and a pen in her bag, but realized there’s no surface to write on.
She held the sticky notes and glanced around, only to fix her gaze on Cheng Zhirang.
"Turn around, let me use your back for a bit."
Cheng Zhirang glanced at the items in her hand and turned, presenting his back to her.
Wide shoulders, narrow waist, taut muscles — a perfect "writing surface."
The sticky notes formed a thick stack. She laid on Cheng Zhirang’s back, writing seriously, sometimes pausing in thought before continuing.
She wrote several pages without having any other thoughts about the handsome guy near her, even poking him to keep still when he couldn’t help but move.
At this moment, the man before her seemed less like a man and more like a standing desk.
Guan Yu watched their affectionate interactions and enviously pouted, playing four cards.
"Four nines! Blow up that stinking couple!"
Li Yang, on the opposite side, also played four cards: "Four Js. So boring. Let’s practice dancing, Sister Guan Yu, this card game is utterly uninteresting."
"Are you in a relationship?"
Li Yang immediately became alert: "In what? Relationship? Love? I don’t know what love is, don’t make stuff up."
"Why are you panicking? If you haven’t dated, then you haven’t. Looking at you, it doesn’t seem like you’ve been in a relationship."
"...... Well, I’d like to date, but there’s no one to date. Do you think everyone can be like Mu Qiu and solve it internally? Who can I resolve anything with? Brother Huai?"
Guan Yu tossed the cards aside, eyes wide open: "Can’t you see Shu Ran and me?"
Li Yang’s mouth hung open, expression full of horror: "What are you thinking, Sister Guan Yu?! It’s impossible for us!"
Everyone turned to look at them, eyes filled with shock.
Mu Qiu: "What are you doing, Sister Guan Yu, forcing him into prostitution?"
Guan Yu: "..."
At that moment, she couldn’t find the right words to express her feelings. Just then, the stage performance ended, Shu Ran and Bai Shu returned, Shi Yuhuai and Lin Lian began preparing for their performance, and everyone’s attention shifted.
Guan Yu couldn’t find a place to vent her frustration.
This duet performance by Shi Yuhuai and Lin Lian was well-received by the audience.
Shi Yuhuai didn’t seem like someone who could play the piano, yet he came on stage for a four-handed duet with a remarkably handsome young lad, shocking his "straight male fans."
When the lights enveloped the duo, were it not for Shi Yuhuai’s height, his pink outfit might have made him mistaken for a girl by spectators with poor eyesight.
Lin Lian was also stunning.
A young lad recently discovered in the entertainment industry, with no prior works, skilled at guitar and piano, possessing a good singing voice, and looking like a glass beauty boy, driving many to invest in him like stock enthusiasts diving right in.
Four-handed duet done, it was now time for the live stream draw.
Backstage, the system captured live-stream comments featuring guest names, displaying them in rolling fashion on the stage screen. Meanwhile, another screen displayed audience seat numbers, which would freeze when the host called "three, two, one." The rolling text would reveal the winning seat number and guest name.
The person seated would receive an autographed photo of the guest.
Fans were particularly attached to signed photos of their idols, generating fervent excitement on site. The live-stream comments surged, constantly featuring guest names.
Backstage, preparations were underway for one final rehearsal.
This was the last and of utmost importance performance related to their scores... Actually, on further thought, perhaps it wasn’t that important anymore.
"Besides Brother Huai, are any of you scoring below ten?" Guan Yu asked.
Chuchu and Zhang Li quietly raised their hands.
Li Yang leaned against the wall: "Then it’s fine, no need to worry about which team scores higher. Anyway, Brother Huai is undoubtedly the last."
Shi Yuhuai pretended to be indifferent.
"So what if I’m last, planning on half-assing the performance on stage?"
Sitting on a short stool, his long legs had nowhere to go. Due to his pink shorts being particularly short, he placed his hands on his knees to partially cover them, his posture surprisingly neat and proper.
His words were infuriating. If such a "gap moe" counts as attraction, then perhaps it truly is.
Li Yang tilted his head slightly, rubbing his neck with his hand, saying, "No, I don’t intend to half-ass. Who dares to underperform in front of eight thousand spectators without getting scorned? Brother Huai, do you remember the dance moves?"
Shi Yuhuai: "Probably remember."
"What’s with ’probably,’ you’re dancing in a pink outfit, everyone’s eyes will instantly be on you," Guan Yu chuckled sneakily, "Shouldn’t you practice better?"
"No worries, even in that skirt you could step onto the chair and passionately sing ’Wave Treading,’ my outfit isn’t too eye-catching in comparison."
Guan Yu choked on her words.