I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 312: Brother Cheng’s Impressive Waist

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Brother Cheng’s Impressive Waist

After enduring numerous difficulties, the "Super Love Grilled Garlic" group finally completed the task.

Laughter echoed on the beach, as the three people busily removed their clothes and got rid of the chaotic and colorful items.

Shi Yuhuai pushed Guan Yu aside, sat on the bench, and emotionlessly tore off the drool bib, reaching up to pull the strawberry hair clip off his head.

Mu Qiu was drinking water, caught sight of his action out of the corner of her eye, and quickly put down the water, exclaiming twice.

"Don’t just yank it, Huai... Does it hurt?"

The hair clip came off with a few strands of hair, and the sudden pain made Shi Yuhuai’s forehead veins throb.

He didn’t say anything, casually handed her the strawberry hair clip: "It’s for you."

Mu Qiu was quite taken aback, but...

"Why would I want this?"

Shi Yuhuai: "To clip your hair."

"Only kids use this!"

"You’re just like a kid."

Mu Qiu: Wuwuwu, so pampered, so touched.

Guan Yu: "Isn’t he saying you’re short like a kid?"

Mu Qiu’s touched feelings shattered instantly: "... Guan Yu, can you not speak?!"

Once they took off all the chaotic stuff from their bodies, Mu Qiu followed them and looked at the big screen.

The whole venue eagerly awaited the second ingredient redeeming round.

After the task option card flipped continuously and stopped, like winning a skin bundle in a game, golden words flashed.

An electronic voice crackled for a while and emotionlessly announced.

"Congratulations to the ’Super Love Grilled Garlic’ group for completing the task and winning three skewers of grilled pork belly!"

"Just three skewers?! Can we get more meat on each skewer?" Li Yang shouted at the director, "We worked so hard for this long, isn’t it worthy of more pork belly, director?"

"Be content," Guan Yu secretly swallowed her saliva, "You three now have a skewer to eat, and it’s even meat!"

Li Yang thought about it, indeed. They and Fu Ran were the only ones who got ingredients, and Fu Ran’s was chili powder; compared to that, they were really awesome!

This realization of being awesome greatly boosted his confidence.

"So next up is to quickly complete tasks non-stop, gather more ingredients, and make sure we also find the seasonings!"

Mu Qiu: "You’re getting ahead of yourself, Li Yang."

Li Yang glanced at her: "Can you guys try a bit harder?! Life is about striving! If you don’t strive, what will you eat tonight? Move it!"

"..." Silly kid, must have read too many commercial speech training books.

Though there was some disdain, there was also envy, and admittedly, these three skewers of grilled pork belly injected motivation into everyone.

It made everyone eager to try. Those who were previously hesitant, now crowded into the task selection area.

Guan Yu lifted her mahjong costume, DuangDuangDuang ran over, squeezing like in a vegetable market: "Director! Can we select other tasks concurrently while completing this one?"

The director said they could.

Guan Yu immediately got pumped, leveraging her mahjong costume for her bulk to easily take up space, she squeezed Li Yang and the others aside, and called Mu Qiu and Ye Mian.

"Come quick! Let’s also pick a pork belly!"

Mu Qiu and Ye Mian hastened to stick to her, sticking the card faces to the back of Guan Yu, the circles stuck to ones, the bamboo to circles, the three formed a small train squeezing forward.

"Director! We’re choosing that pork belly!"

"Sister Guan Yu, that’s called Sect Display!"

"Oh oh oh Sect Display! We’re picking Sect Display!"

The big screen immediately responded, the option card enlarged, Guan Yu and the others looked at the screen with anticipation, waiting for the task description on the option card.

And in the next second, the option card got stuck there, lighting up a red alert.

"Mobile NPC task banned! Mobile NPC task banned! Mobile NPC task banned!"

Guan Yu was stunned.

"What does it mean?"

Mu Qiu supported her mahjong costume, tip-toe closer and said: "You! Mobile NPC! Can’t eat pork belly!"

"... Wow, I’ll cry to show you!"

Li Yang and Shu Ran mocked ruthlessly from behind.

Since Guan Yu couldn’t pick pork belly, Mu Qiu and Ye Mian didn’t want to go for attention-catching shows either, so the three mahjong tiles "fell apart", deciding to pick individually.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhirang’s group finally had someone pick the first task.

Ladies first, the task was picked by Tang Zi.

"Team battle! Even with limitations, we must contribute to the sect! A member is fixed by the legs, sitting on a cushion on a high platform, catching water balloons thrown by two other members, catching twelve within five minutes to pass!"

Another team battle.

Guan Yu, not in a great mood, provocatively asked the director while looking at the camera: "Director, are all the tasks here team battles? Can’t we do some individual talent performances?"

The director calmly retorted with a small megaphone: "Like asking you to sing?"

"... I can also dance! If you hadn’t locked the choice for me, I could even do a runway walk!"

Director: "No need."

Guan Yu: "Is the show unable to handle it?"

Shu Ran added from the side: "None of us can handle it really."

No one wanted to hear another rendition of "La la la la Wu Mi."

Guan Yu: "... Hmph."

Mu Qiu didn’t join their conversation, squatting on the spot observing Cheng Zhirang and the others.

After some discussion, they decided Cheng Zhirang would catch the water balloons, while Fu Ran and Tang Zi threw them.

The props were also brought over, a blue cushiony high platform, resembling a balance beam in sports but the middle surface was much wider.

Calling it a high platform, it was actually just over a meter, ensuring Cheng Zhirang wouldn’t hit the sand naturally dangling his arms.

The bucket to catch balloons was a standard plastic bucket with a hoop, relatively small, intended for the person to hold with both hands.

But it wasn’t clear what Cheng Zhirang negotiated with the staff, he was allowed to use two buckets simultaneously.

With Fu Ran’s help, he got onto the cushion high platform, lay down, and the staff bound his legs with restraint straps.

The process tying the restraint strap was akin to buckling a belt, the strap encircled his thighs, through a buckle, tightened downward, highlighting the curve of his thighs.

Mu Qiu watched this process throughout until the ankles were also bound, and her gaze returned to his upper body.

Cheng Zhirang first lay there, put on protective goggles, his arms naturally hung down, taking the two buckets handed by Fu Ran below.

He didn’t grab the half-hoop handle of the bucket but directly the rim of the bucket mouth, adjusted his position, then exercised his abdominal muscles to sit up straight.

"That waist strength could get him first place in sit-ups," Ye Mian commented.

Mu Qiu gave her an exasperated look.

An already married woman thought of this?

Even Guan Yu wasn’t this bad.

Guan Yu secretly nudged her, acting nonchalantly and praised: "Brother Cheng has a good waist!"

Mu Qiu matched her remark: "Brother Cheng has a good waist!"

Cheng Zhirang on the high platform paused, glanced at them, his expression helpless.

Then he turned back to Fu Ran, nodded, saying, "Let’s start."

"Try to aim when throwing," he told Tang Zi, moving his gaze away without another look at her.