121 Chapter 121

In order to attract the audience's attention, Ning Shu arranged for the first male guest to be a handsome and cold-faced swordsman.

He was wearing the slim-fitting disciple uniform of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and it didn't look like he had dressed up carefully for appearing in front of the camera. Fortunately, he was born with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Under the simple disciple uniform, he had a slender waist and long legs. With the magic sword at his waist, the whole person looked cold and abstinent.

"Wow!" A small cry came from the female guests' seats. When this sword cultivator made his first appearance, none of the female guests turned off their lights.

"This is Fan Lang, a disciple from the Qingfeng Sword Sect. He's at the early stage of the Golden Core stage and is 312 years old!" Ning Shu took the opportunity to introduce the male guest, then passed the microphone to Fan Lang.

"Not a single light was turned off during the debut performance. This really sets a good example for all the male guests! Do you have anything to say about this?"

Ning Shu had initially thought that this sword cultivator would at least offer some polite words, like, "Thank you, ladies, for your kindness," or "I'm not only handsome, but also very talented." Unexpectedly, this sword cultivator's personality was as cold and austere as his appearance. He stood there for a long time, only able to utter two words: "No."

“Drip!” “Drip!”

As soon as he finished speaking, two lights went out.

Ning Shu: ...

"Hahaha, two words turned off two lights, who understands my sense of humour, hahahaha..."

"Hahahaha, it turns out that looks alone aren't enough. As soon as I open my mouth, my true colors are revealed!"

"What a waste of such a handsome face! I was just infatuated with him, but as soon as he spoke, I suddenly woke up. Ugh!"

Although the performance was beyond Ning Shu's expectations, the straight handsome guy who was very frugal with words also brought a lot of show effects, and the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room was full of laughter.

"I'm sorry, I do look at looks, but I really don't like those who are too boring~" The female guest No. 3 who turned off the lights said in a delicate voice.

"Tan Muling, number two, don't you like quietness the most? Why did you turn off the lights too?" Ning Shu asked curiously.

Tan Muling, the second nun, is the quiet nun holding a scroll in the promotional video. Even when she speaks, her voice sounds weak and gentle: "I hope to discuss poetry and songs with my lover."

"Oh, right, I forgot you're an artistic young woman." Ning Shu comforted the swordsman with a relaxed expression, "It's okay. Even if two lights go out, there are still ten female guests who are very optimistic about you. So, which female guest is your crush?"

The male guest's choice of the female guest he likes does not mean that he must marry her. Instead, he chooses the one he likes the most based on his first impression. If the female guest turns off the light or the male guest changes his mind later, the male guest can also choose to be with other female guests who have not turned off the light. Therefore, there will often be Shura scenes such as "I chose you, but you chose her" or "Multiple female guests did not turn off the lights, and the male guest chose one more."

This time, Fan Lang finally didn't have to worry about what to say. He had obviously thought about it a long time ago: "Miss Red Rose Number One."

Red Rose:!

Hong Mei didn't expect that there was actually a sword cultivator who liked her. She lowered her head very reservedly, but in fact, the corners of her mouth were secretly grinning to her ears.

“Drip!” “Drip!”

The moment he made his choice, several more female guests turned off their lights without hesitation. Ning Shu had anticipated this and immediately began to push the process forward: "Okay, then let's move on to the first step - self-introduction!"

Then a short homemade video of the male guest began playing on the big screen behind the stage. He probably knew that he couldn't say anything nice by talking, so he edited the short video into a collection of battles against various monsters and enemies.

He is very handsome, and it fits everyone's basic impression that sword cultivators are ruthless and taciturn, but this short video completely fails to achieve the purpose of self-introduction. Everyone can only see that he should be a fighting maniac.

“Drip!” “Drip!” “Drip!”

Sure enough, several lights went out during the video. Fortunately, Fan Lang had a poker face, and no one could tell from his appearance whether he was panicking or not. In order to avoid a dull moment, Ning Shu could only take the initiative to ask:

"From the short film, it seems that you often have to fight. Do you take the initiative to challenge these enemies?"

"It's work." Fan Lang said this, and his tone finally revealed a little bit of barely detectable pride: "Work for the Demon Slayer Team."

"In that case, your work is really hard. Have you been wandering outside for too long so you want to find a warm harbor?" Ning Shu began to rack her brains to guide him to speak, trying to get this taciturn guy to express himself more.

"No." Who knew that Fan Lang was not good at judging the situation?

“Drip!” “Drip!” “Drip!”

Ning Shu: ...

How come such a handsome guy has a mouth?

She looked up and saw that there were only two female guests left out of the twelve.

"Then why are you coming to our show?" Ning Shu felt puzzled.

"For Miss Hongmei." Fan Lang's icy face remained expressionless, but when this was mentioned, he finally spoke a little more, and even his eyes softened. "I liked her the first time I saw her, so I came here to pursue her."

"Oh!!!!" A very obvious joke rang out from the guest seats. Another female cultivator turned off the light in her hand. She pressed the button and looked at Hongmei with a smile:

"Oh my, this sword cultivator is really infatuated. He doesn't want anyone else but you, Red Rose~"

Hongmei's fair face now turned as red as a red rose. Unlike her usual noisy appearance, she lowered her head and was so shy that she couldn't say a word.

Everyone saw her like this and knew what she was talking about. They all started to applaud and cheer, and even the audience in the live broadcast room became excited.

"This sword cultivator is really something. I thought he was just a simple clown, but it turns out I'm the clown!"

"Ahhhhhh! Let's be together! I love watching other people date!"

"Has anyone noticed? This sword cultivator only speaks sentences longer than ten words when talking about Sister Hongmei. It makes me cry! He must love her so much!"

“Hahaha, it’s touching, but it’s so funny for no apparent reason, hahaha…”

"Although the process was hilarious, I didn't expect the first couple to be successful. I knew it would be a sweet romance, and I was right!"

Ning Shu didn't even need to look to know that the live broadcast room would be filled with "Zhu Jiujiu", so she decided to skip the middle step and jump directly to the last step:

"Okay, then let's move on to the heartfelt confession segment! Male guest, do you have anything you want to say to female guest number one?"

As she spoke, a round platform slowly emerged from the stage, with a bright light shining directly down. Ning Shu gestured for Fan Lang to stand on the platform and confess his feelings, but she held her breath in her heart. She couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "Don't just blurt out a few words, say something nice!"

Hongmei is about to get out of the shadow of being deceived by the scumbag, but don't let you, a saw-mouthed gourd, mess it up again!

A lingering and romantic background music sounded on the stage, and the entire stage went dark. Only two beams of light illuminated the small area where Fan Lang and Hong Mei were standing, as if they were the only two people left in the world, staring at each other from afar.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right and the two seemed only one step away from holding hands, Fan Lang stood on the stage, opening and closing his mouth several times but could not utter a word, and his cold, pale face turned red.

Not to mention the female guests who were standing on the side anxiously, the audience in the live broadcast room were also very anxious watching them.

"Ahhhhhh! Speak up! Speak up, brother!"

"I'm so worried! I'm so worried! Just say you love her! You always love her!"

"Ahhh, I wasn't this anxious even when I was almost trapped in the Secret Realm of Source Pond! If you really can't say it, just go up and hold my hand, brother!"

"Yeah, just go up and hold my hand and kiss! Kiss hard!"

"Rush over, pull, hug, and kiss! All in one go!"

Just when the audience was so anxious that they wanted to reach into the screen and push the couple who were interested in each other together and kiss each other, Fan Lang, with a red face, finally spoke:

"Miss Hongmei, I was so nervous when I saw you that my mind went blank. I tried to think of the words I had prepared but couldn't remember them. I'm so sorry. I'm not usually so quiet, but the moment you looked at me, I got so nervous I was speechless..."

It seemed that this handsome guy didn't know what he was saying, but he could turn a sword cultivator who was very frugal with words into a chatterbox all of a sudden. It showed that love was really a magical thing. Ning Shu couldn't help but secretly suppress her laughter.

"I do! Young Master Fan Lang, I didn't expect you to choose me. In fact, I just went through some very bad things. I thought that no one in this world would firmly choose me..." The blush on Hongmei's face had not faded yet, and there were still tears of emotion in her eyes:

"Your appearance has given me confidence again. I never thought such an outstanding swordsman would be willing to come for me. I am so touched..."

The two of them began to express their feelings in a halting manner. Although sometimes their words were incoherent due to excessive nervousness, the process of two equally sincere hearts clumsily and little by little approaching each other was still very touching.

When the countdown for the confession was over, the sight of them both running towards each other and holding hands successfully gave the audience an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

"Wow! We succeeded in holding hands! That's great! Happy New Year!"

"I'm so touched! I believe in love again!"

"So perfect! This young couple is so perfect! Whose smile is rising to the sky again?"

Amidst the barrage of pink bubbles filling the screen, there were also a few discordant voices.

"It's only our first meeting, how could you be so desperately in love?"

"Yeah, it seems like these two people are just stuck in their own emotions. Miss Red Rose seems to be simply moved by the fact that someone chose me..."

"So Fan Lang is only attracted by Miss Hongmei's appearance..."

"Can they really last forever?"

Ning Shu had anticipated the audience's doubts. She looked at Elder Youlan, who had been sitting quietly to the side, and asked, "Ms. Youlan, what do you think of their relationship?"

"I think this is a good start." Youlan raised her hand and pushed the glasses on her nose, which she was not used to yet.

"Some people always feel that they have to wait until everything is ready before they can safely commit to a relationship, but in fact, love itself is a product mixed with passion and impulse. It may start with appearance, but it is not necessarily impossible to grow old together.

They are both excellent people, and they have a mutual affection for each other. No matter what the outcome, I think this will be a very precious and wonderful experience."

Elder Youlan's tone was always calm, but her calm analysis of emotions inexplicably carried a convincing force. Having said this, she smiled at everyone in front of the screen:

"I know sincerity can change quickly, but I still hope everyone will always have the impulse and courage to start a relationship."