Chapter 248: Even adding me to the five-star alignment wouldn't be enough...
Upon seeing the true forms of the wild gray rabbit and the spotted cat before her, Li Sishi was speechless: "It didn't have to be like this..."
Look at her—she went on a location shoot and came back, but she's still so radiant and impeccably dressed!
"We boys are naturally a bit rougher, so we're definitely not as 'neat and tidy' as girls!" Cheng Erjian ruffled his messy hair, trying to quickly straighten it and get ready to go back on stage.
Even in the early hours of the morning, he was wiping away dust and touching up his makeup. He surprisingly agreed with Cheng Erjian for once when Li Sishi said, "Girls just need to be pretty. We guys don't need to get this or that done. Anyway, I'm just average-looking..."
Listening to the two men's comments, which were even more Versailles-like than Versailles itself, Li Sishi waved her hand with a straight face and drifted away, no longer bothering with the "naturally rough" one and the "average-looking" one.
Meanwhile, seeing Li Sishi return with a pout and a resentful look, Rong Juezhang was undoubtedly intrigued: "What happened? Who made you angry? I'll go teach him a lesson for you!"
So Li Sishi recounted the Versailles remarks made by the two men, which made Rong Juezhang laugh heartily. He patted her hand and comforted her repeatedly, saying, "It's alright, they just lack self-awareness. Your cousin is different. I always remember how good I am. Not only am I good-looking, but I also love being good-looking!"
"Yes, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to make so many beautiful clothes for me." Li Sishi nodded in agreement.
"Of course! How can we dress up Miss MayMay without a good eye for aesthetics?" Rong Juezhang patted her hand again. "The fundraising figures for both teams will be released soon. Do you think we can win that trophy tonight?"
As is customary at the "Ren Shi Xing Hui Charity Gala," a special commemorative trophy will be awarded to the winning team after the fundraising figures for each team are announced.
Although it's not worth much money, its commemorative significance undoubtedly outweighs its intrinsic value. Li Sishi got one last year and immediately handed it in with a photo to get points for social activities.
Rong Juezhang is not short of money or points, but he is said to be hosting a mahjong tournament at his home recently, and he is even paying out of his own pocket for the prize money, prizes and trophies. The first two have already been secured, so now he wants to find a nice trophy design for reference.
This time, I naturally came here with my sights set on their classic trophies.
Although Li Sishi felt that this mahjong tournament was probably also of a "charitable" nature—after all, everyone had witnessed Rong Juezhang's mahjong skills, and this was the only time he was completely different from his usual self-aware demeanor.
On the contrary, Li Sishi was very "optimistic" about his ability to invest money, time, and energy in organizing a mahjong tournament, but the predictable outcome was that he wouldn't even make it to the top four...
"I think there's a good chance," Li Sishi replied somewhat vaguely after secretly making a mental estimate.
Currently, the two teams are about the same in terms of "big sponsorships," so what will determine the outcome tonight is the telephone donation statistics in the donation hotline area.
This is also why Li Sishi dared not make a guarantee. Firstly, she could not see the figures for telephone donations, and secondly, even if she could see them, she would not have enough time to calculate the total amount. Therefore, in the end, she still had to rely on the statistics from the professionals on the back end.
We patiently waited for Sister Kang, the host of the evening, to finish her song. Then, the moment of truth arrived for the charity gala, where the results would be revealed and the winners would be decided.
Of course, the results are never announced casually. Instead, a little game is designed, such as running with lights, drawing cards to calculate the size, or catching drinks to count the number of cups... In short, there are all sorts of different games.
The last game of the night was a hearty winter-themed fish ball hot pot served with Japanese wasabi.
"Wow, just smelling it is already pungent..." Looking at the fish balls floating in the pot, Sister Kang made a gesture of waving her hand in front of her, as if she couldn't stand the smell of wasabi.
Seeing this rather gruesome combination, Li Sishi decisively pushed Rong Juezhang, the team leader, forward: "Captain, hurry up and eat! Let's see if our team has more fish balls or theirs!"
"Every team member gets a share, don't worry. The game is that each team member has to poke at least one fish ball to eat. The team with the most fish balls at the end wins." The host explained the rules of the game while pointing to a stack of disposable cups next to the hot pot. "There is boiled water here. If you really can't stand it, you can drink some water to neutralize it."
"The two captains, come first, let everyone see their facial expressions..." Sister Kang called out, and Rong Juezhang, who was both amused and exasperated, and Zheng Baixiang, who was calm, stepped forward, took the forks, and started scooping into the pot.
Compared to Rong Juezhang, who needed to take care of his voice, who was being hesitant and timid, Zheng Baixiang, who was also a singer but hadn't been singing much lately, was quite bold. He swallowed his drink in one gulp and immediately replaced the vice-captain.
"Hurry up!" Li Sishi urged Rong Juezhang to finish his meal quickly, then sent the vice-captain and junior brother Cheng Erjian upstairs. "Go for it, senior brother, you can do it! Go for a big one!"
Ling Chen, who was scooping fish balls from the pot, secretly glanced at Li Sishi and saw her...
He rarely spoke so gently and softly, and the slight displeasure I had felt vanished instantly: as the saying goes, "If someone is being overly solicitous, they must have ulterior motives..."
Sure enough, when it was Li Sishi's turn to be the third person, she immediately waved her fork at Cheng Erjian, who had just finished eating a wasabi fish ball and was choking on it, saying, "Senior brother, I still have to record songs recently..."
The tone was so soft and gentle that it almost materialized into wavy lines.
"Wow, this pretty girl is begging you like this, and you still won't eat it—so many people envy this!" Zheng Baixiang was a gossip. After finishing his water, he turned around and saw Li Sishi diverting the trouble, and immediately said with schadenfreude.
That being said, he used to often help his singer friends eat these kinds of spicy foods. Rong Juezhang, with his deep and hoarse voice, could eat a little, but singers like Lun Yongnan, Li Sishi, and Shang Hanyou, with their clear and bright voices, were definitely most averse to these kinds of spicy foods.
"Sigh, really, you call your senior brother when you need something, but when you don't need anything... um?!" Cheng Erjian was about to tease her for her heartless behavior when Li Sishi seized the opportunity and thrust her fork forward, immediately sealing his mouth with the wasabi fish balls.
Seeing Cheng Erjian's bewildered expression, the audience burst into laughter.
As for the gangsters sitting around the food stall watching TV, they all put on thick filters and applauded their "Brother He Nan": "As expected of Brother He Nan, he really doesn't want his wife to suffer at all!"
It's rare for these people to ship a couple like this, and they get such great after-sales service. I really can't wait to see the second movie!
"That's loyal!" Back on the stage, Wen Huihui, who was next to go up to eat wasabi fish balls, also gave Cheng Erjian a thumbs up.
Then, Wen Huihui also went up and forked a wasabi fish ball. She originally wanted to feed it to her old friend Li Dewen who was standing behind her, just like Li Sishi did. However, considering her extremely jealous fiancé, she could only stuff it into Li Dewen's hand and ask for his help.
The two have known each other since middle school and are still working in the same industry. Their relationship is as good as that of brothers and sisters. Li Dewen, who is not afraid of his girlfriend misunderstanding, calmly took the fork and finished eating. Then he went forward and grabbed another one to make up for his own, and then signaled the team members behind him to continue.
After one round, there were still some left in the two small pots, so the two captains had no choice but to bite the bullet and go back to the fray.
Rong Juezhang popped a wasabi fish ball into his mouth, and when he noticed there was another one under the small pot labeled "Charity Team," he immediately smiled and gestured for Cheng Erjian, the vice-captain, to take it.
Up: "Erjian, hurry up and finish the last fish ball, and we'll win! There's nothing left in their pot!"
"Who said there's nothing in our pot? Come here, my vice-captain, drink this soup." Zheng Baixiang glared and reached out to grab Ling Chen, his team's vice-captain.
He then used his free hand to pick up a fork and stir the half-yellow, half-green "wasabi fish ball soup" in the pot a couple of times, showing it to everyone with an extremely vivid expression: "Good things come and warm the stomach and heart. Hey, look—this is even 'green food'..."
In the early hours of the morning, he cooperated by making a resistant expression and struggling to get up, which made the audience laugh so hard they bent over.
"Alright, alright, the soup doesn't count, and even if you drank the soup, you still lost!" Sister Kang quickly led the other hosts to help "break up" the fight, and they managed to calm the "internal strife" between the captain and vice-captain.
After Sister Kang, along with the other hosts, announced that the grand prize winner for the evening was the "charity team" led by Rong Juezhang,
The former chairman of Ren Shi Hospital also slowly walked onto the stage to present the "charity team" with an award flag and trophy.
Rong Juezhang, beaming, shook hands with the old chairman and steadily accepted the crystal trophy, while the playful Cheng Erjian cheerfully accepted the more than two-meter-tall award flag, and then, under the satisfied gaze of the gangsters who had a particular fondness for "flags," he waved the flag around and played with it...
No, that man who was playing with the flag like a brat is definitely, absolutely, and certainly not their cool, handsome, and domineering "Brother He Nan"!
Fortunately, the camera crew probably couldn't stand seeing him playing with the flag in such a silly and cute way for more than two seconds before they shifted the camera to other people, at least giving the gangsters who were groaning in the food stall a glimmer of hope...
Li Sishi also disliked his silly and cute way of playing without any regard for his image, so she dragged Wen Huihui over and squeezed him to the back.
Wen Huihui covered her mouth and chuckled, which was also in line with Li Sishi's wishes, and she continued to stand with her, facing the camera with an elegant posture.
Holding the crystal trophy, Rong Juezhang turned around and saw the two of them being so intimate. He immediately cut in line and said, "If the phrase 'two beauties vying for attention' is used, people will write something else wrong. Add me to make it 'a stroke of good fortune'!"
"I want to take a picture with Sister Ah May too!" Xiao Xie immediately squeezed in when he saw this.
"A group photo of four people isn't a good omen, adding one more wouldn't be too much, would it?" Ling Chen greeted Rong Juezhang and came over to help lift the trophy, making up an excuse on the spot: "I haven't touched it in two years, let me feel it..."
"Hey, why didn't you invite me to take a group photo!" Cheng Erjian, who was waving a flag, noticed the line of people over there and quickly came over with his own flag.
The photographer, who would step back to frame each newcomer, glanced at Cheng Erjian's over two-meter-tall flag, took a deep breath, and then took another large step back.
However, it's always that last straw that breaks the camel's back. Moreover, Cheng Erjian, along with the flag, was no ordinary "straw." So, after retreating back and forth until he almost slipped and fell off the edge of the stage, the photographer finally couldn't help but speak up: "What? 'Five stars aligned' isn't enough? Are you trying to create 'sixes going for good luck'?"
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