Chapter 46 My Hands Are Itching
After their individual interviews, the male and female guests returned to the seaside room. To break the ice, the illustrator suggested that they cook a meal together.
Guitarist: "My hands are only for playing instruments."
As she spoke, she sat down on the sofa with the boy who looked well-behaved but was always quiet, and started playing games on her phone with her head down, completely ignoring the other person's expression.
Song Shiwei sneered from the observation room, "My hands are only good for hitting men."
The rich kid: "You really want to cook for me? Are you trying to show off your qualities as a virtuous wife and loving mother?"
He was dressed in trendy, hip-hop style clothes, but he wasn't very tall. His medium-length hair was dyed in green and blue, and he had an ordinary appearance with slightly everted lips, yet he always had an inexplicable confidence in himself.
Chi Yanzhou simply couldn't stand the existence of such an ugly member in the narcissistic family.
"Which sewer wasn't closed properly, allowing him to climb out? His appearance is bizarre and grotesque, his life a tumultuous one, and he's as ugly as a wrongful conviction."
Seeing that everyone was being so disrespectful and the girl looked a little embarrassed, the male executive smiled gently and tried to smooth things over.
"We've just met, so we're participating together to get to know each other better in the future."
The three people on the sofa remained unmoved, their eyes fixed on their phone screens. The executive pursed his lips slightly and said, "Then I'll help you."
The remaining three girls also offered to help out.
What kind of cattle and horses are these?
Are there really that few normal men?
In an instant, the girls all gathered around the male executive, and the five of them chatted and laughed happily together.
The boys on the sofa saw this, exchanged glances with disapproving looks, and then put away their phones and headed to the kitchen.
"What are you making? It smells so good." The guitarist grinned and leaned closer.
Only the kindergarten teacher was kind-hearted and told him that she was making stir-fried pork with green peppers.
"I don't eat chili peppers."
The usually taciturn and aloof young man suddenly spoke.
Some viewers in the live stream chat said that the guy was quite handsome, but he didn't talk much and was a bit aloof, like Chi Yanzhou.
The observation room also had a large screen, which was projecting the live broadcast of "Love Reborn".
Upon seeing this comment, Chi Yanzhou frowned, his handsome face contorted with disdain.
"Don't make comparisons. I never try to look cool, because I'm genuinely handsome."
To be even a fraction like Brother Zhou would be an absolute gem.
Our Brother Zhou is so handsome it's outrageous, unmatched in the universe! You better watch your mouth, or Brother Zhou's handsomeness will kill you!
The proprietress poured him a glass of water as if she were taking care of her own younger brother, saying, "It's okay, we have other non-spicy dishes."
“But we never have chili peppers on our dinner table,” the boy insisted. “I don’t want to see them.”
This silenced everyone for a moment.
The kindergarten teacher said, "We'll move it away from you in a bit."
"Then I can see it too."
Song Shiwei pinched her philtrum to save herself in the observation room.
"Who is he? Is he Jesus or the Jade Emperor? Why does the world revolve around him? How old is this kid? Why does he talk like he's not mentally developed? I'm itching to slap a few faces right now!"
Tang Zhongyao: "This boy's actions and behavior are very self-centered, which may be due to his family conditions. His parents may spoil him."
"He can pretend to be a son, but others don't need to act as fathers and mothers." Song Shiwei excitedly rolled up her sleeves, wishing she could rush into the screen and beat up these abnormal humans.
Sister Wave is a straightforward person. She didn't choose to give in to the boy; she just took the dishes a little further away.
The rich kid looked at the kindergarten teacher who was making soup and leaned over to tease her, "Do you usually cook for yourself?"
"Yes, I like cooking."
"She's so virtuous. If we get together in the future, won't I be in for a treat?"
The kindergarten teacher smiled awkwardly and did not respond.
Song Shiwei's expression as she looked at her phone on the subway was one of utter bewilderment.
What is this man doing?
“Using the right of us good-looking people—narcissism,” Chi Yanzhou chuckled from the side.
Today really opened his eyes.
The guests in the ocean-view room started chatting at the dinner table, and the four observers also started talking to each other.
"I was too narrow-minded. I didn't realize there were so few normal men these days." Song Shiwei pulled out a cup of popcorn from somewhere and started eating.
“There were indeed many moments that left me speechless,” Wang Shuwan agreed.
Tang Zhongyao leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his fingers interlaced on his knees, looking at them with a gentle and refined demeanor.
"You can try to guess the personalities of these boys; there are still many aspects that haven't been revealed yet."
Song Shiwei: "This isn't all that's been revealed? How pathetic must they actually be? No wonder they're on dating shows; they'd never find a girlfriend in real life, would they?"
Chi Yanzhou: "They think they're participating in 'If You Are the One'."
Wang Shuwan returned to the main point, "The rich second generation is a bit self-centered, probably because they have a good family background since childhood, so many people revolve around them."
Tang Zhongyao nodded. "Yes, he's very self-centered and careless."
"He has no heart at all!" Song Shiwei couldn't help but complain. "He's got his brain on his shoulders, all to make himself 1.7 meters tall."
"To be precise, 1.678 meters tall." Chi Yanzhou held up a stack of documents, which were the personal information of the guests on the dating reality show.
"Then he must have been wearing shoe lifts, maybe more than one!"
Song Shiwei had keen insight; "My eyes are my ruler!"
At the end of the episode, when the production team asked everyone to give the roses they had given to their crushes, the rich kid gave a soft snort and tucked the rose behind his ear.
"I'm a little dissatisfied with everything today, so I gave myself the flowers."
The guitarist gave the roses to the wavy-haired beauty, jokingly saying that her aloof demeanor had caught his attention, and added a particularly greasy wink.
The taciturn young man didn't send it off. "I haven't made up my mind yet. I need to go back and discuss it with him."
Only the male executive was relatively normal. He first expressed that all the girls were very nice and that he would give the roses to the kindergarten teacher first, because she had put in a lot of effort in cooking today.
Several girls unanimously gave all the roses to the executive, which infuriated the other boys.
The rich kid stood by, snorting and glaring, mocking these girls for having no taste and only liking sycophants.
"Anything is better than cattle or horses."
Song Shiwei felt that she was not participating in this variety show to make money, but to suffer. She felt that every episode she recorded would cause her to develop breast hyperplasia.
This isn't like her at all; she can't stand it. That bitch has to be taught a lesson!
"director."
Song Shiwei looked at the program director next to the camera with a determined look in her eyes, "I'm applying to be a guest on the next episode. If I don't give those men a piece of my mind, I'll change my name to something else!"
The comments in the live stream chat were scrolling wildly.
[Ahhhhh, I can't wait!]
[Director, please agree! I want to see Sister Wei go crazy!]
Holy crap, if this is true, this show is going to be really interesting!
[Director, please say yes!]
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