Chapter 89 Warning from Sister Yi
After finishing the meal and cleaning up for a while, at around eight o'clock, the program team's convoy and the artist's convoy arrived at the foot of Luoshen Peak in the suburbs.
This is a very famous scenic spot in Luochuan, and the first stop of today's program is this place.
At this moment, the eight artists were standing in front of the iconic long staircase at the foot of the mountain, smiling brightly at the camera.
"Go wild, big star! Yeah!"
cut!
Shen Pianpian put down two fingers and rolled her eyes inconspicuously.
"Okay, now we're going to split into teams. Our team-building habit is to pair men and women together for easier work. Now, please take turns drawing your numbers from the boxes. The male gods will be in the box on the left, and the female gods will be in the box on the right. Come one by one!"
When it was Shen Pianpian's turn, she pretended to walk over and feel around in the box. When she left, she silently crumpled up the note she had touched and put it in her pocket, and took out another note that the program crew had prepared long ago.
When they opened them together, sure enough, it was the same number as Shi Qile's.
The two smiled at each other and quietly came together.
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"Alright, alright, we've divided into teams. Now I'll show you each team's first mission!"
The host clapped his hands to attract everyone and pointed to the towering mountains behind them.
"Your first task today is very simple! Climb a mountain!"
"In the famous Luoshen Pavilion on the top of the mountain, our production team has prepared a flag representing victory. The team that captures the flag first will win the grand prize for this segment! They'll also be the first to earn points..."
Shen Pianpian was listening to the rules intently when someone bumped into her lightly from behind.
She turned her head and saw the sister's face smiling towards the camera, and her lips moving slightly without any trace.
"Chen Pianxian, don't think you can be complacent just because Mr. Cheng got you a letter of admission. I've been in Shengshi for six years and have won countless trophies to get to where I am today. If you're a newbie like you, if you still want to stay in the entertainment industry, it's better for you to keep your tail between your legs in front of me."
The goddess of the nation smiled in a friendly manner, but her voice was deliberately lowered to sound threatening and cold.
"This is just a kind warning. Do you understand, Miss Shen?"
Shen Pianxian didn't look back, but laughed.
"I understand."
The first sister took two steps back with satisfaction. When she was about to turn around, she heard the absent-minded voice of the newcomer.
"I really don't understand why the goddess of the nation, Shengshi Yijie, would bother to warn me about such a small speck of dust. Wouldn't ordinary people just ignore it when they see it?"
Miss Shen laughed softly, as if talking to herself.
"I'm really full and have nothing to do."
Shen Pianpian walked away, leaving Yijie standing there motionless, only the violent rise and fall of her chest could reveal her current mood.
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"Wei Lan is really sick."
Shen Pianpian sat in the car and said as she and Uncle Mao put things into their backpacks.
Assistant Shi Yi immediately came over from the co-pilot seat and asked,
"What's wrong?"
Shen Pianxian chuckled, stuffed all the yogurt and desserts in the box into his backpack, and said,
"Sister Yi just came to warn me, telling me to be humble in front of her and not to be so arrogant."
"Uncle Mao, do you think she's delusional? I've only met her a few times, and she inexplicably treats me as her imaginary enemy."
"If she seriously wants to compete with me in popularity, acting skills, or strength, then it wouldn't be a problem to barely consider her an enemy."
The bald agent quietly took out two bottles of yogurt while listening. Shen Pianxian immediately put them back and glared at him, then continued,
"But this Yijie clearly regards me as an enemy but she refuses to admit it and insists that she doesn't take me seriously. What else is this but a sick person?"
"Hey my Mousse! Uncle Mao, what are you doing?"
Miss Chen angrily snatched a small dessert from her agent's hand. The agent let go helplessly with an expression that said, "You can't eat so many sweets. I'm doing this for your own good. Forget it. I can't control a foodie like you anyway."
So Miss Shen jumped out of the car full of energy, carrying a backpack full of snacks and yogurt.
Shi Yi watched her leave silently, and with his hand in his pocket he silently pressed the send button on his phone.
And in the recipient column, there are four capital letters.
BOSS.
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