I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 631 - 630: Looking Pretty Good~

But at least they had a conscience and decided to share a bit.

Mu Qiu took another big sip of her drink, slurping loudly until it made a sound like a dry pipe—the drink was finished.

"There’s still a bottle of mineral water now, let’s drink it before we bump into others." Zhao Yu took out a bottle of water from his Snow White backpack, then pulled out a Snickers bar and took a big bite.

"This kind of scene, eating dry food on the road, I’ve only seen in period dramas. Didn’t expect to experience it myself on a reality show one day—it’s unbelievable."

Mu Qiu squinted her eyes: "Don’t talk, savor the taste."

"...Alright."

Having food made the "return journey" much happier this time. Eating while walking along the shaded areas, slowly, it felt like a leisurely after-dinner stroll for a midnight snack.

That’s why Cheng Zhirang and Shen Zhousong waited for a long, long time in the fast-food restaurant, until the others sauntered in one by one.

Li Yang was holding a bottle of water.

Shu Ran had a bag of sliced bread.

Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu were holding bags of spicy chicken feet, hissing from the heat.

Guan Yu and Chu Qiu were even more impressive, each carrying a rustic woven bag, wearing sunglasses and walking with heads held high, as if they were strolling along the streets of a fashion capital.

Shu Ran, like a peacock facing a rival, quickly popped out and said: "Oh, you actually went and changed clothes, looking fresh and chic."

"Don’t recognize me now, huh? As the saying goes, ’people depend on clothes like horses depend on saddles,’ a change of clothes and I’m stunning enough to blind you."

Once seated, Guan Yu pushed her sunglasses down like an old person with reading glasses.

"Hey, I didn’t notice, how come everyone’s clothes are so tacky?"

Li Yang received a chicken foot gifted by the kind-hearted Mu Qiu, bubbling with happiness, munching while asking:

"Sister Guan Yu, did you guys hit the wholesale market?"

Cheng Zhirang held his hand to his mouth to suppress a laugh.

"You’re the one hitting the wholesale market!" Guan Yu took off her sunglasses, glaring, "We just have the two pieces we’re wearing, the stuff in the woven bag is gifts for you guys."

A few people led by Shu Ran didn’t believe it at all.

"You brought us gifts? What kind of gift needs such a big woven bag to hold?"

It looked flat; what could it possibly hold?

Chu Qiu casually replied, "Our love for you all, it’s so abundant that we had to use the biggest bag in the supermarket to hold it."

Mu Qiu: "Ugh—"

She almost felt too nauseated to hold onto her chicken feet.

At that moment, Chu Qiu also removed his sunglasses, staring dead at the spicy chicken feet in their hands.

"By the way, where’d you guys get stuff to eat?"

They had gone through heaps of trouble to find just a bit of edible stuff, sneakily eating it like thieves in the fitting rooms, and neither he nor Guan Yu had enough to eat, yet these guys had openly brought back bags of spicy chicken feet!

"A kind-hearted person left it by the roadside," Zhao Yu replied.

Guan Yu: "What kind-hearted person is so discriminatory? You guys have some, but we don’t, is it because they look down on us who walk the fashion forefront?!"

"I knew it, you want us to praise how great your dress looks," Mu Qiu finished her chicken feet, wiped her hands with a napkin, and said to the group,

"I suggest everyone pause what they’re doing and give her some praise, or she’ll link every sentence back to her fashionable outfit."

Shu Ran, not bothering to look: "Not bad."

Zhao Yu: "Perfect, walking out there is sure to wow everyone."

Li Yang, chewing chicken feet, mumbled, "Practically reborn."

Mu Qiu: "Beautiful indeed."

Guan Yu felt satisfied, raising her orchid fingers and sitting upright: "Come on, give me a spicy chicken foot too."

"No, I worry that eating chicken feet might affect your fashion."

"Enough with the nonsense! I’m starving!"

Mu Qiu reluctantly gave up the last chicken foot, pouting.

Then she pulled out another Snickers from her pocket that she hadn’t eaten yet, and under the watching eyes of the "wolves," took a big bite.

"Beautiful indeed~"

Chu Qiu’s eyes widened: "Who exactly left it? Is there any left now?"

"Why don’t you ask the person involved?" She offhandedly pointed at Cheng Zhirang.

The whole group immediately focused their gaze.

"Brother Cheng, where’d you guys come from?"

"You guys left it? Why didn’t you take it out earlier?!"

"What a cruelty, you just want to see us starve here, don’t you?"

"There must be more, take it all out."

Cheng Zhirang shrugged, leaned back in his chair, spread his hands and said, "None left. We found a heap of stuff with great difficulty and shared it out."

Mu Qiu squinted: "Just found it?"

"Yes, after being scattered, we found it in the car that had a crash right at the front street, clearly someone intentionally placed them together, quite a lot of stuff."

Shen Zhousong silently gave him a thumbs-up in his heart.

Being close to Zhu makes one red, close to ink makes one black; Cheng Zhirang had begun to transform into an autumn.

What he said always had high credibility, moreover, he spoke so vividly with such conviction, accustomed to staring into the other person’s eyes, so nobody really doubted his words.

Just lamenting why they hadn’t noticed earlier, they almost wanted to die and go back to slurping instant noodles.

Slurping instant noodles... where are the people slurping noodles?

Shu Ran clutched the chair armrest, tilted her head and glanced at the square table inside the fast-food restaurant.

"Where’s Brother Huai? Where’s Han Xizheng?"

Li Yang: "Hey? Yeah, where’s Brother Huai? Where’s Guo Yin? Where did they go?"

Shen Zhousong: "If they knew it took you this long to realize they were gone, their hearts would shatter to bits."

"..." Mostly because having food and chat to keep busy, it’s easy to forget past folks.

"So where have they gone?" Guan Yu waved the arms of her sunglasses, "Have they already left the show to freshen up and rest while playing on their phones?"

"Wouldn’t be impossible, probably watching the live stream on their phones, seeing us still stuck in here struggling."

Imagine Shi Yuhuai and the others eliminated, already sitting comfortably in an air-conditioned room, enjoying a feast, watching the live stream, mocking them while joyfully eating and drinking.

The contrast makes their situation seem so much more miserable.

"I also want to withdraw from the show, so hot, hungry, and thirsty," Shu Ran couldn’t help but complain.

Guan Yu also rested her chin, agreeing with her: "Same thought, haven’t even encountered a monster while strolling through clothing stores for half an hour."

"Your waiting for death attitude is quite bizarre," Mu Qiu raised a finger "Let’s be people who say and do, how about setting a temporary small goal—maybe eliminate three people first?"

Shu Ran’s complaints faded, her gaze drifted aside slowly.

Mu Qiu: "Don’t stay silent, we all move toward goals, just some people’s goals differ.

To eliminate people quickly to enjoy instant noodles, those with cards work hard to kill, those with none frequent streets and alleys. With everyone’s effort, exiting three people’s no big issue."