I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 655 - 654: A Touching Father-Son Bond

The true colors have been revealed, it’s time to make a move.

Mu Qiu closely watched Cheng Zhirang’s every move, her whole body tense, wary of his sudden attack.

Then she slowly approached him.

Under such a piercing gaze, Cheng Zhirang could still remain calm, leisurely moving the chair aside to avoid the two ladies getting tripped during the "intense fight" or running around later.

Then he asked, "Who’s got the card?"

"Don’t know."

"I don’t know either."

Anyway, he couldn’t just directly start searching.

He nodded, showing he understood their act of playing dumb.

"So, who goes first? Or are you coming at me together?"

The two exchanged glances, and Zhao Yu raised her hand first, "I’ll go first."

Cheng Zhirang now had no immediate way to take them down, except to put up a fight and wait for 813 to take effect inside Mu Qiu, or wait for 902’s countdown to end, letting everyone perish together, there was no other way.

Oh right, there’s still one more situation. He could somehow snatch the fifth card from them and then turn the tables to take them down.

Zhao Yu re-tied her hair, flexed her wrist and ankle, let out two roars, and patted her thigh while bending over.

Just like someone fighting for a mate in a primitive tribe.

Mu Qiu was speechless for a second, dragged a chair over to sit by, crossed her legs, and watched the show.

The first to attack was Zhao Yu. She charged ahead and bumped into Cheng Zhirang’s arm. Cheng Zhirang didn’t want too much physical contact with her, so he just reached out to block her charge.

Then he swiftly distanced himself to check her hand, which was empty, holding nothing.

She didn’t pull out the fifth card or the fifth card wasn’t on her at all.

Zhao Yu charged at him again, but this time when he raised his arm to block, she slipped under his arm like a mouse and turned to pat his back.

Cheng Zhirang quickly turned around and felt his back; there was nothing.

"Brother Cheng, if I were the traitor, you’d be done just now."

She maintained a bouncing stance, ready to run at any moment.

"Sorry, I underestimated you."

"It’s not underestimating," she glanced at Mu Qiu sitting beside and said with a smile, "it’s that you don’t want to deal harshly with a lady guest, right?"

Cheng Zhirang just smiled silently and in the next second directly lunged forward, grabbed her arm, and pinned her on the table.

Zhao Yu’s teasing smile hadn’t even faded when her view suddenly blurred, staring baffled at the wooden texture of the tabletop.

Her face was just a hair’s breadth from the table surface.

"...Damn, damn, damn!" She belatedly yelled out, howling.

"Mu Qiu! I’m about to gloriously sacrifice myself! Hurry up and save me!"

Mu Qiu sat steadily without moving, "It’s okay, I’ll save you after your glorious sacrifice."

"...Forget it, begging you is worse than begging Brother Cheng. Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, loosen up a bit, let’s talk it out, I’m just a weak girl with no strength to even truss a chicken, no threat to you!"

"Oh? Then turn your pockets out for a look."

Hmm? Why does this sound familiar?

Isn’t this the same thing she and Mu Qiu had forced Li Yang to do before?

She was silent for two seconds, then earnestly advised him.

"Brother Cheng, isn’t it inappropriate? Your girlfriend is sitting beside you, and there are many fans watching in the live stream, you’re making a dainty lady like me turn out my pockets, that’s not proper.

Plus, you’re holding my hand, what if some viewers say you’re not mindful of gender differences? You are the show’s number one gentleman!"

Cheng Zhirang just listened to her babbling, thinking: Indeed, she’s just as eloquent as the one at home.

Lost in thought for a moment, he came back to his senses and looked at the back of her head, politely asking, "Finished? Then let’s start turning those pockets out."

"......"

She sighed heavily, thunking her forehead on the table, speaking in a muffled voice, "Alright, I’ll just tell the truth then. The card is on her."

Mu Qiu: "???

What the heck?! How can she sell out her teammate like this?!

Could this be Zhao Yu’s new ploy?

She put down her crossed leg and waited for Cheng Zhirang’s reaction.

Yeah, it must be Zhao Yu’s scheme; she spoke so decisively and casually, Cheng Zhirang would probably think it’s a lie, then assume the card is on Zhao Yu.

With that, Zhao Yu could protect her.

Truly the deep bond of sisterhood, even at the brink of life and death, she’s still so thoughtful for her, really moving.

Just as she feigned wiping tears at the corner of her eye, she saw Cheng Zhirang immediately release Zhao Yu.

"Alright, thanks for the cooperation."

Then his gaze turned to her.

Mu Qiu: "...No way, you actually believe that?"

"Better to believe it exists than not. Bring it on."

Bring on what exactly.

She stood up and hid behind the chair, raising her hand to stop him, "I am a person of martial virtue, never intervening in others’ fights."

She wouldn’t even give pointers while observing card games, so naturally, she would watch in silence during dramas without interfering with ongoing gambling of others.

But she didn’t expect Zhao Yu to throw her under the bus again.

"I can make the sacrifice! For the anticipation of watching two martial arts masters duel, I am willing to squat in the corner in silence, quietly cheering for the two strong ones!"

Though the tone was solemn, just from the content, it was destined to not be serious.

Mu Qiu opened her mouth several times wanting to scold her but ended up saying nothing, simply glaring as she walked over.

As she got closer, Cheng Zhirang let go of Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu quickly slipped away, and as they passed by each other, Mu Qiu poked her.

Maintaining a poised posture with a normal expression, if Cheng Zhirang weren’t tall enough to look down and see their little actions, he would have been fooled.

The card should... be on Zhao Yu?

"Come on, let’s settle it once and for all!" Mu Qiu rolled up non-existent long sleeves, patting the table to rally against her opponent.

Today, I’m going to subvert the CP, girl A and guy O is quite an enjoyable dynamic.

"No need for once and for all," Cheng Zhirang smiled, "Let’s resolve it, if I lose, your team wins, if I win, both of you are eliminated."

Mu Qiu turned and threw a flirtatious glance at Zhao Yu, "How about it? Wanna bet?"

Zhao Yu crossed her legs, picked up the small backpack she tossed aside, pulled out two tissues, leisurely wiping sweat and waved indifferently, "Whatever."

"Oh, she says no," Mu Qiu turned back without changing expression to Cheng Zhirang, "even if you win, you’d still have to compete with her again."

Cheng Zhirang couldn’t help but chuckle and nodded, "Alright. How about taking out the fifth card and starting?"

"No." She refused with remarkable justification.

It’s hard to say whether she didn’t want to take it out or the card wasn’t on her at all.

Cheng Zhirang glanced at them both, thinking dealing with two people who confidently lie and deceive is indeed a tricky situation.