My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 319 - 317: I Am the Answer You Least Hope For

"Trying to go against me? I was going to give you a heads-up."

Hmph.

"Just enjoy the surprise the show crew has prepared for you."

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Blindfolded, Qi Ming couldn’t see anything. He only felt a strong push from behind, staggered forward two steps, then heard the sound of a door closing behind him.

Because he couldn’t see his surroundings, his hearing seemed to amplify several times, but everything around was eerily silent.

Damn it, what kind of crappy reality show is this?

Qi Ming cursed to himself, trying desperately to see through the black cloth in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, a female voice rang out, "You can take the cloth off your head now."

"Ahhh, fuck! Who’s talking?"

Qi Ming, a pop idol with notoriously poor acting skills, reacted naturally and genuinely to the scare, especially his spontaneous exclamation, which resonated with the audience. Those who had initially dismissed this live reality show format, suspecting it was scripted, began to develop a slight interest in the program.

The barrage of comments quickly increased.

[Qi Ming’s shout captured the feeling of waking up shocked from a near-death illness, worthy of a singer.]

[Amazing! Starting off with cursing, this would definitely be bleeped out if it was recorded post-production.]

[Qi Ming got so scared he almost flattened himself against the door, I suggest adding a subtitle ’Mom, I want to go home’ in post-production.]

[Right before Qi Ming was pushed in, that creepy smile from the staff scared me too, and I blurted out ’fuck’ and the next second my mom slapped me.]

Startled, Qi Ming immediately pulled the black cloth off his head. The light around was still dim. Squinting in the faint light overhead, he cautiously stepped toward the corner from where the voice had come, straining to see the woman’s face.

"Who are you? Come out! Don’t skulk around."

"Oh." Wen Qiao, after hearing him, stepped forward into the brightest part of the room.

When Qi Ming saw Wen Qiao’s face clearly, he gasped, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Qiao, in a fairly good mood, responded well, "I’m here for the same reason you are."

But Qi Ming was not feeling as cheerful, "You’re also participating in this reality show?"

Wen Qiao glanced around the room and nodded.

Qi Ming took a breath, in a last-ditch struggle, "Flying guest? Or a regular?"

Just as Wen Qiao finished surveying the room and turned her gaze to Qi Ming, who had an expression of constipation, she responded with a smirk, "I am the answer you least hope for."

As soon as Wen Qiao finished speaking, Qi Ming took a deep breath, turned, and marched to the door they had entered through, then started banging his fists against it, "Let me out! I want to cancel my contract! I’m not filming anymore! I want to go home!"

After his four-fold roar, a speaker hanging above in the room transmitted the cold, merciless voice of the show crew—

"Dream on."

[Hahahaha, I’m dying of laughter; the show crew delivered those two words so satisfyingly.]

[Mom, I want to home!]

[Qi Ming is being a bit too much, making Wen Qiao unable to step down.]

[Who caused Wen Qiao to keep clinging to our brother before, and now still expects to perform in the same show with our brother? Dream on!]

[Hey, don’t go, they are already on the same stage, what dream?]

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