Chapter 45: Situational performance! Confession mission

Lin Rong has long realized that applying sunscreen is a task.

After all, even if Shang Xi was crazy, he wouldn't be that crazy. This mission card only confirmed her guess.

She read it out loud: "Who would understand! Women who act coquettishly have the best life! Which female guest is so unfortunate that she has no one to carry her after walking so hard? It can't be you three, right?"

Lin Rong was speechless: "..."

She pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, with the corners of her lips curled down: "Whose good person mission card says this? And which female guest doesn't have someone to carry on their back? Or why don't you just read my ID card?"

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

"What a weird mission card!"

"So the mission is to have the male guest carry her on his back? I mean, the production team really knows what we want to see! I'm really looking forward to the feeling of submission when the superior bends over and bows!!!"

Ji Tang announced the mission rules in human language: "Please let your partner carry you for a distance for more than five minutes without your partner noticing the mission."

Lin Rong looked completely hopeless.

She waved her hand. "That sounds impossible. Why don't you just tell me what the punishment is?"

Ji Tang smiled wickedly: "If you two fail in the mission, the punishment will be... a situational performance! The theme is confession! Say sweet words to each other for five minutes!"

Lin Rong: “…………”

She turned around on the spot and said, "Dismissed, dismissed."

The audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

For some reason, I was looking forward to Lin Rong's mission failing. After all, this punishment sounded more interesting than the mission itself.

But Lin Rong's dismissal was of course just a joke.

Jiang Zhiyou chuckled: "This task shouldn't be difficult. As long as I act coquettishly, there will be no problem."

The barrage was full of voices supporting her.

Jiang Zhiyou turned to look at Li Zhi: "But I'm more worried about Zhizhi. After all, the boss seems to have a bad temper and doesn't seem like someone who would condescend to you."

"I think too. Li Zhi is going to be slapped in the face soon."

"Haha! You said that Jingzhi Yuye is sweeter than our Zhifu's marriage! You're going to get into trouble soon!"

"…Jiang Zhiyou's fans are acting crazy again?"

"I'm really impressed. If you guys like to criticize Zhifu for getting married, just do it in your own circle. Why are you trying to gain recognition by coming out here?"

"What a joke! There are still people who think that Jingzhi Yuye will fail. The host will not condescend for Zhizhi! Does the Internet lose memory so quickly? Has the whole world forgotten that he knelt down in a suit to untie Lizhi's rope yesterday?"

"You're right. It's the best."

Most of those who protect Jing Zhiyu are just regular fans. What annoys me most is the current situation of fan circles where people flatter the powerful and bully the weak. I can't stand seeing Jiang Zhiyou's fans shouting.

Li Zhi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she snorted softly: "Then I advise you to worry about yourself."

Jiang Zhiyou looked at her with some confusion.

Li Zhi put on sunglasses and said, "Hide somewhere quickly. I'm afraid the garbage collector will be here soon."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyou's expression changed instantly.

At this time.

Suddenly, a recorded voice came from the streets: "Recycling, color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines... garbage removal, old furniture disposal..."

Lin Rong mechanically turned his head to look over there.

I saw the old man riding a tricycle and riding past the crowd.

The live broadcast room barrage was full of the screen——

“Hahahahahahahahaha!!!”

"Master is awesome! So dramatic!"

Jiang Zhiyou's face turned even worse. She was shaking with anger, but she couldn't lose her temper in front of the live camera.

The three male guests finally settled their bills and came back. In the end, Lou Yanjing paid for the four of them.

Lin Rong pinched Shang Xu's arm and asked what was going on.

Shang Xu lowered his head and used his finger bones to pay the price: "If I continue to argue with him, I'm afraid he will buy out the whole street!"

Lin Rong: “…”

It certainly sounds like his style.

Turning his head to look at Lou Yanjing, he saw that the man was swaying in front of Li Zhi with his mouth pouting, reporting the results of the settlement, just like a big dog wagging its tail for praise.

Lin Rong asked, "My beautiful lady, where are you going next? Maybe we're on the same route."

Li Zhi lowered his sunglasses to reveal half of his eyes.

She looked at Lou Yanjing with a moving gaze, as if she wanted to seek his opinion, but she hesitated to speak.

Lou Yanjing glanced at her with a smile on his face, and saw through her thoughts at a glance: "Next door?"

The Uyghur photo studio that Li Zhi mentioned just now.

Li Zhi glanced at him with her beautiful eyes: "Can you do it?"

Lou Yanjing raised his chin slightly, half closed his eyelids, raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "What can't I do?"

It’s not that Li Zhi had any doubts for no reason.

I'm not worried that Lou Yanjing won't be able to accept Uyghur makeup.

Because the place next door is actually a girls' photo studio, and it doesn't provide services to male customers - except for cross-dressing guys.

But Li Zhi understood Lou Yanjing's character.

This guy has absolutely no patience.

It would probably be a torture for him to sit there and wait for Li Zhi to put on makeup.

This story can be traced back to the incident before the first mock exam in senior year of high school, when Lou Yanjing climbed over the wall and dyed his hair silver.

A dark-skinned boy with silver hair.

It undoubtedly attracted attention in the throbbing and ignorant years of youth.

He had slightly broken brows, deep brow bones, and under his silver hair were a pair of unruly, arrogant, and cold eyes.

The boy opened the collar of his shirt wantonly, threw his school uniform jacket over his shoulders arrogantly, and walked with his long legs wherever he went, with a group of girls chasing after him and screaming excitedly.

He was already very popular in the school.

This sudden wave of silver-haired operations was more like dropping a depth bomb into a long-dormant environment, causing the entire school to explode.

That period of time.

Li Zhi also paid special attention to Lou Yanjing.

It’s not that I think he’s handsome like those girls do. Instead, I find it funny every time I see his ugly face, as if he’s unhappy about dyeing his hair.

Just one day.

A friend asked him excitedly: "Brother Jing, how do you feel after dyeing your hair white?"

Li Zhi happened to have just returned from the teacher's office. As she walked into the back door of the classroom, she pricked up her ears when she heard this conversation.

Lou Yanjing apparently didn't notice her presence.

"What does it feel like?" He sneered and raised his eyes, his face still very sour, "It feels like a thousand needles stuck in my butt."

"Huh?" The guy obviously didn't understand.

Lou Yanjing glanced at him lazily: "Who knows that it would take me eight hours to perm and dye that thing. My butt hurts from sitting so hard."

"Puchi." Li Zhi laughed out loud on the spot.

Lou Yanjing turned around and found that she was standing behind him with a book in her arms, smiling with tears in her eyes.

Li Zhi still remembers his words "my butt hurts".

The same is true now.

Worried that she would have to wait for two hours to put on makeup, Lou Yanjing sat on the sofa and waited, and then he said again: "My butt hurts."

And Lou Yanjing obviously knew what she wanted to say.

But now he is no longer a young man with a sore butt. He just raised his chin lazily and said, "Isn't it natural to wait for my wife to put on makeup?"

"Doesn't your butt hurt?" Li Zhi leaned closer and whispered.

Lou Yanjing snorted with an ambiguous tone: "You little heartless guy, who am I hurting for?"

At that time, he was only thinking about what Li Zhi said. She said she would fall in love at first sight, so he was willing to suffer the pain in his butt for eight hours.

I didn't feel any pain in my butt at first.

It was later that I discovered that the little liar had never fallen in love with his white hair. When I think back on it, I feel how painful those eight hours were.