Without Shen Wanqing, the whole shooting atmosphere is simply too good.

It’s time to play, eat, drink, and have fun.

Jiang Nan, this little brother, is also good at creating an atmosphere. Coupled with his sunny appearance and humorous personality, he actually made Shen Nianchu, who had a cold and indifferent expression these days, smile.

As for Shen Wanqing, fans waited for an entire afternoon but received no response.

Perhaps Shen Wanqing's fans couldn't wait for clarification, so while they were washing the square, they directed the topic to the fact that the program was fake.

However, it was Dingsheng's own program after all, and its public relations were first-class. They quickly issued a statement, saying that the program team was also deceived by Shen Wanqing, and asked Shen Wanqing to withdraw from the program team.

Shen Wanqing and her agency didn't dare to say a word. After all, only a fool would dare to go against Dingsheng Media.

Shen Nianchu was not going to let her go just like that. She chose eight o'clock in the evening and asked Ye Huan to pack up the unclear photos that Lu Jinzhou had sent her before, showing Shen Wanqing and various bosses arm in arm, and send them to the entertainment reporter.

——[Chen Wanqing's fans, come and wash up! Has your sister's face been changed by AI again? Even the mole on her chest is clearly visible.]

——[He touched her waist and thighs, and the fat, greasy man even touched her buttocks...]

——[So Chen Nianchu’s words a few days ago, “A toad kisses a frog, and the flowers that are not beautiful are the flowers that are beautiful”, were probably referring to these two people.]

——[We are all in the entertainment industry and have been together filming the show. Artists who film together must know something that we don’t know. No wonder the other artists on the show are not very friendly to Shen Wanqing. It turns out that everyone’s dislike is so obvious...]

——[I used to feel a bit sorry for Nan Xiaoxiao and Shen Nianchu’s criticism of her, but it turns out these two are the true light of righteousness.]

——[Is this Shen Wanqing? I'm really sick. She used to pretend to be pure in front of the camera. Where is your mother's pure? ]

——[Chen Wanqing: Pure? Fans: Ahhhhhhh, sister is so pure. The civet jumping up and down in the melon field: Pretty stupid~]

——[I suddenly remembered that the heroine of "Like Hiding in the Shallow Breeze" is her. How can this prostitute Biao match my pure heroine character? My drama is ruined, and so are the novels I've been reading for years (smile.jpg)]

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The more lively the internet is, the more joyful the show shooting scene is.

Nan Xiaoxiao was in a state of extreme excitement. She probably guessed that what happened to Shen Wanqing was the work of Shen Nianchu, and she pampered Shen Nianchu in various ways throughout the afternoon.

But they had a tacit understanding. She didn't ask, and Shen Nianchu didn't say it actively. If they understood, they would understand naturally.

As dusk fell, the production team started to prepare the show just as the group had finished eating and drinking.

In order to attract attention, the program team divided Jiang Wang's group and Shen Nianchu and Jiang Nan into the red team, and Jialang and Nan Xiaoxiao into the blue team.

The first game is, you draw and I guess.

The rules of the game are to choose any word, idiom or poem, two people are responsible for drawing it on the whiteboard, and two people are responsible for guessing, for a total of five minutes. At the end, the red and blue teams will compare and see who guesses more, and whoever guesses more will be the winner.

The red team went on stage first. Since Jiang Wang claimed that his painting skills were pretty good, he and his female guest Wen Min were responsible for painting, while Shen Nianchu and Jiang Nan were responsible for guessing.

The timer starts.

Thirty seconds after the first question began, Shen Nianchu and Jiang Nan looked at the whiteboard with furrowed brows, completely clueless and unable to make out what it was.

Shen Nianchu asked in disbelief: "Is this what you call good painting skills?"

"Time is limited, this is the only way. Why are you wasting time guessing?"

Shen Nianchu: “…”

After holding it in for a long time, Chen Nianchu came up with a few words: Stay at home?

Jiang Wang was so angry that he wanted to throw the whiteboard. He poked at a part of it with a pen and asked, "I said five words! Take a closer look at what this is."

Jiang Nan: "Shoes?"

Shen Nianchu: “Shoe horn?”

Jiang Wang fainted from anger on the spot. Wen Min looked at the drawing on the whiteboard and laughed to herself. She took the marker, erased the mess, and quickly drew a few new strokes.

Before the painting was finished, Shen Nianchu blurted out: "The moon shines brightly in front of the bed."

Jiang Wang was displeased. "Did you do that on purpose? You're only willing to guess if Wen Min draws?"

"Help me, uncle! You've never seen the moon, have you?! Is there a moon that looks like a shoe horn?! There's no bed and no windows, and you even drew a door? And what is that piece of floral fabric?"

Jiang Wang was completely furious after being yelled at: "Doesn't the door mean that this is a room? What about the floral fabric? Isn't this just a bed sheet? It represents a simple version of a bed!"

"You, a grown man, put a floral bed sheet on it?"

——[Hahahahahahaha, what's wrong with having a girly heart, senior? Who says grown men can't wear small florals?]

——[This is outrageous. Jiang Wang is truly single. If he had even a little experience raising children or tutoring children in painting, he wouldn't be able to draw like this.]

——[This is not Shen Nianchu’s fault, this is a real shoe horn…]

——[Nianbao's uncle, your painting skills are average...]

Jiang Wang's painting skills were really poor, and Wen Min said she couldn't do it either, so the four of them switched positions, with Shen Nianchu and Jiang Nan drawing while the other two guessed.

Question 2: Glancing at the question board, Shen Nianchu quickly drew a closed mouth, an equal sign, and then a gold ingot.

It was quite obvious, but Jiang Wang and the others seemed to have their brains sealed and couldn't guess it no matter how hard they tried.

Shen Nianchu was anxious and pointed at them one by one with a pen, “What is this?”

Wenmin: "Mouth."

Chen Nianchu: "What's the current condition of this mouth? Ask me quickly."

Jiang Wang: "Shut up, okay?"

Shen Nianchu didn’t say anything.

Jiang Wang: "You asked me to ask, and you didn't answer me. Why are you wasting time out of anger?"

Shen Nianchu: "I just replied to you, think about what I replied to you?"

Jiang Wang was completely bewildered, but Wen Min understood Yan Zhen's plot in seconds:

"You replied with silence!"

"Silence is golden!"

Jiang Wang: “…”

I played a game but still suffered the loss of not watching the drama.

In the next few questions, Jiang Nan and Wen Min were drawing and guessing the questions very seriously, and Jiang Wang was bickering with Shen Nianchu very seriously. It was so lively that the audience didn't know whether to watch the game or the father and daughter bickering.

Last minute: Shen Nianchu drew a pumpkin, and Jiang Nan drew a little man running in the opposite direction next to it.

After guessing for half a minute without any result, Shen Nianchu wrote two more words next to it: Slipped away.

After a burst of cursing, Jiang Wang finally hesitated and said, "Knowing the difficulty (South) and retreating?"

Shen Nianchu was so angry that he broke out in a sweat: "You finally look like a person with a brain."

Jiang Wang rolled up his sleeves, acting like a father disciplined his daughter:

"Who are you calling brainless? You're using a pun and you think you're right?"

Shen Nianchu ran away, "If I don't draw it in a more subtle way, can you guess it?"

——[Dear directors, please take a look at this long-lost father and daughter, and let them join the crew to play father and daughter.]

——[So Senior Jiang brags about his painting skills to cover up his low IQ, hahahaha…]