Chapter 862 - 861: Mr. Huai!

Shi Yuhuai just wanted to say one thing at this moment: Ah, this person is so annoying.

Anything that happens, he must come to tell him immediately. Is there something wrong with this character?

But he couldn’t say anything, so he just continued to remain silent.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhirang had a good grasp of the storyline and knew that this time he couldn’t boast like last time, so after saying a few words and "rewarding" him with a few lashes, he cheerfully left.

Once the door closed, the small dark room dimmed.

Shi Yuhuai changed his kneeling position to sitting cross-legged and signaled the staff to loosen the chains a bit. Then he pulled out the hidden cucumber-flavored chips he hadn’t finished and continued eating.

His assistant was right next to him, advising him for the nth time: "Brother Huai, can you stop eating? These are junk food, we’ve prepared lunch... Your body fat rate has increased recently! There’s another show later! You’ll have to spend two days in the gym once you get back!"

Shi Yuhuai nodded seriously, but his hands didn’t stop reaching for the chips: "I’ll stop eating once I finish this bag."

"..." If there weren’t cameras watching, the assistant would really snatch it away.

The cameraman watching them laughed, and once Shi Yuhuai finally finished that small bag of chips, the camera zoomed in immediately.

"Brother Huai, shall we record a real-time reaction?"

Shi Yuhuai picked up the red dress that hung down to his legs, and his long legs had nowhere to go, so he tried different poses to find a comfortable one.

"What is it?" he asked.

"A real-time reaction, everyone records this, and what the fans are most looking forward to is your reaction."

"..." He seemed to not quite understand the fans’ odd tastes, but still nodded in agreement, "Let’s do it."

"What’s your opinion on Brother Cheng’s performance in this role? Summarize in two or three simple words."

Shi Yuhuai didn’t hesitate: "Pervert, lunatic, crazy."

Other people’s subdued laughter echoed in the small dark room.

"Compared to the short scenes between you and Brother Cheng, do you think this story can surpass the other two groups?"

Shi Yuhuai: "It can."

"Why? Please give three reasons."

Shi Yuhuai: "First, people look at the face. Second, maybe a lot of people like perverts. Third, without my interruption, the two of them are a couple."

He seemed very knowledgeable.

"Do you think Brother Cheng’s acting skills are good? Can Mu Qiu catch up? Regarding Brother Cheng’s out-of-character moment just now, what do you think went wrong?"

Shi Yuhuai: "The acting is great, but what’s important is not whether Mu Qiu can catch up, but whether Brother Cheng can catch Mu Qiu’s style. That out-of-character moment... did they kiss when they shouldn’t have?"

The cameraman: "..." How to say this? How do you know they kissed twice?

It’s unspeakable, unspeakable.

"No, Brother Cheng and Zhu Qi’s scenes went out of character. Given your group’s story progression, do you think there are any unresolved conflicts? Do you think the next to open this door will still be Brother Cheng?"

Shi Yuhuai: "There are still conflicts, but I’m not sure. The story is carried by them; I’m just a useless fixed NPC. But I’d like to request, please tell Mu Qiu that if it’s her turn, I hope she can shorten her stay here."

"Pfft... Okay, we will notify Mu Qiu, but whether it helps is uncertain. For the last question, your three groups’ stories happen at the same time. If Mu Qiu, Guan Yu, and Shu Ran meet in the story, who do you think can catch up the play better? Or who can win?"

Shi Yuhuai considered this question for a moment before "seriously" saying:

"No need to consider Shu Ran; she gets eliminated first. Guan Yu and Mu Qiu are evenly matched, but Guan Yu is more prone to being out of character, barely counting as Mu Qiu winning. This question shouldn’t be known by the three of them."

Cameraman: Too bad, this question is known by everyone online.

After the interview, the assistant seized the opportunity to bring Shi Yuhuai his lunch, watched him eat more than half, and then squatted back down again.

Tired, even though he’s the biggest in the show, he’s not as sensible as Mu Qiu, the amateur, who knows to eat less junk food and not mix hot and cold food. If he wasn’t constitutionally incapable of gaining weight, he’d have been kicked out of the modeling circle long ago.

Fans are particularly indulgent.

The assistant sighed deeply.

Actually, Shi Yuhuai was in quite a good mood this episode.

Even though there’s not much involvement in the show, winning a prize was out of his reach, and he had to be ridiculed by the audience, but in such hot weather he didn’t have to be outside under the sun, didn’t have to mind his words and actions in front of the camera, and could cool off in the small dark room, eat snacks, watch TV shows - it was simply too enjoyable for him.

As for the occasional insults from Cheng Zhirang when he came in, they were nothing, at most a bit disgusting at the time.

He picked up his phone again, opened the livestream to watch, sipping water and carefully observing the progression of their group’s perverse story, also contributing a viewership count for their group.

After watching for just a few minutes, staff came bowing over, saying someone was coming.

He leisurely turned off the screen, hid the phone, and handed the cup to his assistant, resuming the kneeling seated position with his upper body hung in the air.

This action repeated a few times became very familiar.

Creaaaak.

The person came very cautiously, opened the door just a crack, flashed inside, and immediately closed the door again.

It definitely wasn’t Cheng Zhirang.

Shi Yuhuai threw a glance through his messy wig, Mu Qiu stood opposite him, dumbfoundedly staring at him.

At first curious, angry, as if mistaking him for a lady, a captive.

But soon after, her eyes widened in disbelief, lips trembling, she shouted, "Mr. Huai!"

Shi Yuhuai: "..."

Save me, the pervert left, now the lunatic is here.

Mu Qiu didn’t want to know what he was thinking, trying hard to pinch herself to squeeze out a few tears, slowly approaching Shi Yuhuai, her hands shaking like chicken claws, reached to comb through his hair.

Shi Yuhuai instinctively dodged her hand, with the wig shielding him and the dim lighting, the refusal morphed into an awkwardness unwilling to be seen in such a predicament.

Mu Qiuxin thought Shi Yuhuai was actually an actor with attention to detail, incredible.

As the wig was swept aside, Mu Qiu bent over and cupped his face, pretending to cry. After observing him for a while, she moved her hands to his shoulders, clutching the red dress, still trembling as if electrified.

"Why...why is it like this? Did he dress you like this? Was it for humiliation?"

The electrified chicken claw continued trembling down to his collar, voice bringing out a sob.

"Why...why is there..."

On the red-and-white crossed collar, a yellow object caught her gaze and she couldn’t look away.

The previously emotional sobbing suddenly changed flavor; no matter how she tried to suppress, the altered laughter spilled from the corners of her mouth.

"Why...why is there still... still half a chip on your collar, Mr. Huai..."

After saying this, she laughed to the point of collapse, crouching down to cover her face, dragging the laughter of everyone in the room along.

"Hahaha, save me! I can’t stand it anymore! Let me laugh for a bit first!"

The electronic voice broadcasted timely: "Mu Qiu is out of character once~"