Chapter 914 - 913: The Sentimental Segment Arrives

A slightly slender "Black-faced God of Evil" rolled her eyes.

Although they were dressed similarly, had about the same height, and their faces were masked, distinguishing between the three was still quite easy.

The slightly larger one was Guan Yu, among the slimmer two, the one with even her hair carrying an air of elegance and refinement was Shu Ran, and the one running towards Cheng Zhirang right now was Mu Qiu.

Guan Yu looked around as she walked, feeling quite pleased with the rooftop garden environment, nodding continuously.

"It seems we’ve reached the sentimental part."

Li Yang: "With you saying that, it’s already not sentimental."

After settling down loosely, Mu Qiu sat beside Cheng Zhirang and whispered: "Is my mask wrinkled? Help me flatten it a bit."

Cheng Zhirang didn’t comment on whether it was wrinkled, leaned in for a closer look, and gently tugged at the black mask on her face.

"There, it’s fixed."

She had someone to help, the other two had to manage on their own. Guan Yu pulled out a small mirror she carried with her, smoothing out talking wrinkles on the mask fabric in front of the camera.

Li Yang looked at her, speechless: "Sister Guan Yu, you actually carry a mirror with you. Why are all three of you wearing masks?"

"Do you want one? Shu Ran’s treating."

Shu Ran immediately placed the three masks that just arrived on the glass table in front: "Join in, don’t be shy."

Li Yang refused with a scrunched-up face: "Forget it, it’s too feminine... Eh, I really won’t wear it! What are you doing?!"

Guan Yu pressed him down firmly, and Shu Ran swiftly ripped open a mask package and slapped it onto his face.

Guan Yu: "You shouldn’t have mentioned it, once you do, I feel like I have to make you wear one."

The mask was put on directly, without any careful smoothing. As he climbed off the sofa, the mask was on the verge of falling off, the eye holes smeared over the dark circles, the mouth hole slipped right to the corner of his lips.

Looked just like a rag face.

Guan Yu held up a small mirror in front of him: "Smooth it yourself in the mirror."

So feminine! And this mirror even had Snow White on the back! He had to use this mirror to wear a mask! How could he, a straight male, do such a feminine thing?!

Two seconds later—

"Oh."

He took the mirror to adjust the mask holes to the right spots, finally able to breathe normally. Though the mask fabric wasn’t large, it managed to cover his entire face.

His face was quite small after all.

The more he looked at himself in front of the camera, the happier he got, changing angles to adjust the mask at his forehead, Shi Yuhuai’s disdainful expression came into view.

Li Yang: "......Sister Guan Yu, here’s your mirror back!"

Mu Qiu watched from the opposite sofa, clearly seeing everything, pinching her cheeks to stifle her laughter.

Cheng Zhirang lightly brushed her freshly oiled long hair from behind.

Girls’ long hair, even when lifted, could spread a fragrance along the breeze.

The director sat behind the camera again on his blue plastic stool, interrupting.

"Alright, everyone’s here. This session, let’s have a bedtime chat, relax, and just talk about whatever you want. The aim is to explore everyone’s feelings."

Guan Yu said: "I knew it, the sentimental part is here."

The director rolled his eyes at her and continued: "Whether or not it’s sentimental depends on how everyone chats. Our topics will revolve around career, personal life, fans, thoughts on the path to fame, and explaining online rumors after joining our show. To start the in-depth chat, let’s have a relatively deep self-introduction, remember how you introduced yourself in the preview? We can compare it. Guan Yu?"

The camera focused on Guan Yu.

Even with a mask on, it was clear she was in a great mood.

"Hello everyone, I’m Guan Yu, Guan like Guan Gong, Yu with the female radical, not Guan Yu from the Three Kingdoms, nor the Peach Garden sworn alliance. I’m a comedic actress with so few appearances that you can’t even find them, passionate for freedom and hustle, always striving for life’s scattered joys!"

The camera moved to Shu Ran beside her.

"I’m Shu Ran, Shu like Shufu Jia, Ran like time passing. An actress with few performances but actively learning to act, frequently appearing on variety shows, mainly gaining fame from magazine shoots, just an ordinary female artist. Loves the limelight and life’s privileges, though not very likable, constantly searching for her position."

These introductions, even self-deprecating, were getting fiercer one after another.

Li Yang was a bit dazed by these savage introductions.

"Hello everyone, I’m Li Yang from ty, a newly debuted singer and dancer. Uh, does mine have to be like theirs?"

The atmosphere suddenly vanished.

Mu Qiu couldn’t help but laugh aloud, even pinching her cheeks.

The director laughed as well: "No need, just introduce casually."

Li Yang visibly relaxed: "Well, that’s all for my introduction, in the preview, I only said one sentence, ’Hello everyone, I’m ty Li Yang,’ and then took two minutes explaining ty is a new boy band, not some Japanese ’ladder crooked Li Yang’. "

Everyone recalled this, Guan Yu couldn’t help but laugh: "You were so restrained back then, so nervous you almost used a formal title for Brother Cheng, hahahaha!"

Laughing till the masks wrinkled everywhere.

Li Yang also felt a bit embarrassed: "That was our first meeting, the fear of addressing seniors incorrectly when we didn’t know them."

Cheng Zhirang chuckled: "I remember every time you bowed, you were especially courteous, a full ninety-degree one."

Guan Yu adjusted her mask while saying: "Right, right, makes you want to give an equally respectful bow back!"

"Don’t bring it up, it’s so embarrassing, don’t say anything more! Now, Brother Huai, how about your introduction?"

Shi Yuhuai hugged a pillow, leaning against the sofa, seemingly about to drift off.

"My introduction is simple, same as in the preview—Hello everyone, I’m Shi Yuhuai, a signed model with Jiali."

Shu Ran: "Back then we even asked how to write the name, he said it’s the Shi from Xishi, the Yu like that, and Huai from Qinhuai River... I was thinking, what do you mean by that Yu? Took me a while to figure out."

Li Yang joined in: "I also asked Brother Huai how tall he was, I felt myself over one-eighty was quite tall, yet standing before Brother Huai, I still had to look up to him, he said he’s one-ninety-two, it shocked me."

"You’re the shortest at over one-eighty, hahahahaha!"

"...Yeah, Brother Cheng is also taller than me." Li Yang sighed.

"How tall is Brother Cheng?" Shu Ran asked.

Cheng Zhirang: "One-eighty-seven."

Li Yang: "I’m one-eighty-two, alas."

"Don’t be discouraged, you might still have room to grow taller." Mu Qiu said leisurely.

Cheng Zhirang glanced at her: "How about me?"

She was taken aback for a moment, stammering: "You? You might... have room to grow too."

Growing taller and broader both count as growing.

Cheng Zhirang didn’t expose her language trap and turned back to describe his own introduction.

"Mine was simple too, just one sentence—I’m Cheng Zhirang."