It’s really time for revenge. Li Yang put a watermelon rind headband on Guan Yu, so Guan Yu pressed him down and put on the one with two big flowers, one red and one green.
Laughing uncontrollably while doing so.
Besides settling scores among themselves, there were others sharpening their knives aimed at the "two-person team most wanted by the show’s crew to be bullied."
Shi Yuhuai and Shu Ran received the most "affection," a stiff straight man who dared not speak his anger and a delicate white flower who only wanted to maintain her elegant celebrity image, making bullying them quite rewarding.
Mu Qiu surprisingly did not partake in their activities, only focused on picking the best and cutest headband for Cheng Zhirang.
"Everyone wants you to wear this, the bunny ears."
She held up the pink bunny ears headband, smiling and looking at him.
Cheng Zhirang wanted to refuse, but seeing her interested eyes and hearing the fans’ jeers below, he sighed and seriously asked her, "Do you want to see me wear this?"
"Yes, I do."
He could only resign himself, bend over, and lower his head so she didn’t need to tiptoe to put it on him.
Mu Qiu put the bunny ears headband on him, kindly tidied up the hair beside the headband that had been pressed down, and patted his shoulder.
"Alright, straighten up and let me see."
He obediently straightened up, his charming eyes looking at her helplessly.
"Does it look good?"
Mu Qiu bit her lip to hold back her laughter, seeing his handsome all-black shirt with the bunny headband on top, the contrast was truly heart-pounding.
"It looks great, best in show, don’t believe me? Ask the audience below."
He really asked, leaning sideways at the stage and asking a few Cheng Zhi below who had been staring at him, "Does this really look good?"
"Looks great!!!!"
Cheng Zhi started howling, each eager to prove how good it looked.
Cheng Zhirang could only stand there with the cute headband, waiting for the staff to link their headbands with glowing light chains.
Li Yang stood in front of them with the big flower headband, holding the microphone and interacting with the audience.
"Do you guys want to count or should I? Let’s see who’s first to accept punishment."
A soprano in the audience shouted, "Let’s do it together!"
Li Yang was startled, adjusting his crooked big flower headband, "That’s quite the loud voice. Alright, come on, let’s all count down three, two, one!"
The countdown ended, only Cheng Zhirang’s bunny ears headband continued to glow.
The cheers and jeers from the audience were particularly loud.
"..." He met everyone else’s gazes, closed his eyes to express his speechlessness.
The host laughed along with the audience for a while, then said, "Maybe this is what’s called... a chosen one? Brother Cheng, shall we start the punishment?"
He pressed something, and a sweet sound emitted from the bunny ears headband, amplified by the big screen’s electronic sound, echoing through the venue.
"Beep——electronic sound 2.0 version, sweet girl style incoming~"
"Congratulations on drawing this punishment project—bitter turning sweet. Each guest selects a number from one to eleven according to their personal wishes. The number corresponds to the bitter or sweet degree of the fruit and vegetable juice, as well as the reaction requirement at the cup bottom. The degree of bitterness and sweetness is not proportional to the number.
When the guests drink the fruit and vegetable juice and react according to the requirements, the photographer will take photos to determine if it qualifies. The photos will later be uploaded to the show’s official Weibo, available for fans to collect as needed~"
This voice was sweet and delicate, making listeners feel bubbly inside. Just... this sound emerged from Cheng Zhirang’s head, if you didn’t listen carefully, you’d almost think it was his voice.
Imagine Cheng Zhirang saying punishing words in a sweet and delicate voice... ah, what a goosebumps-inducing thought.
Even she thought so, Cheng Zhirang must have felt it even more. The voice emerged from atop his head, ringing in his ear, making him uncomfortable all over. Instinctively, he looked at Mu Qiu, only to find her eyes shining, staring at him with great joy.
No idea why she’s so happy, does she love seeing him suffer?
The staff already brought the fruit and vegetable juices, a total of eleven cups, each with a number and different colored juices inside.
Mu Qiu chose number nine, a red cup, looking a bit like red dragon fruit juice.
Cheng Zhirang chose number one, a yellow cup, sniffing the sweet scent of peach up close.
After everyone selected, the host called out names, showing the audience each person’s chosen number and cup bottom request.
Next was photo time, the power passed to Li Yang, full of swagger throughout, now facing the audience, saying honestly, "I think it’s too cruel, I can’t bear to watch designating who drinks first. How about I blind point, how about that?"
A few spectators uttered scattered words, no mass response, he continued, "Okay, since everyone agrees, I’ll close my eyes to blind point. First up, Sister Guan Yu."
Guan Yu: "???"
"This is blind pointing? Can you respect the word ’blind’? Do you think I didn’t finish elementary school and can’t read these words?"
Li Yang was innocent, "Closing my eyes is blind pointing, right? Temporarily can’t make myself blind to point again, can I? Please make do, set an example for everyone."
Guan Yu was so angry her nostrils flared, glaring at the pink juice in her hand with deep hatred.
The camera was ready, aimed at her.
The audience was still slightly noisy, Cheng Zhirang gestured a "shh," quickly quieting them.
Guan Yu took a deep breath twice, held her breath, and poured the pink liquid into her mouth, swallowing.
"Marvelous... inexplicable," her eyes rolled upward, mouth stretched to her jawline, barely avoiding vomiting, still forcing her expression back in place, "Such a taste exists in the world, drinking it is a blessing..."
Li Yang: "Your facial features can actually dance."
"..."
Bai Shu quickly stopped Guan Yu from throwing the cup to hit someone.
Li Yang was shocked, but his expanded guts didn’t drop an ounce, pointing to the next person.
"Red cup."
Mu Qiu: "Why not just call my full name."
She rolled her eyes, didn’t hesitate, tilted her head and downed it in two gulps, flipping the cup to show not a drop was left inside.
Then, clutching her chest, she retched a bit, just hanging at the mouth, then expressedlessly recited the line she just thought up.
"Your Majesty, don’t be mad, sister didn’t poison me on purpose, she just temporarily succumbed to jealousy, unlike herself, I believe she’ll fulfill us."
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"What’s this absurd request?" Li Yang flipped her cup to inspect, "Please use a tone of hopelessness to describe a story the fruit and vegetable juice may cause."
Guan Yu: "Such hopelessness, makes me feel hopeless hearing it."