Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Jiang Sheshe spent more than half an hour taking photos.
Halfway through, she switched through every angle and every pose imaginable, until even the haters in the livestream chat fell silent.
No, wait. How was this girl still able to take photos, edit them, and post them to Moments after being scolded into tears?
“No, if I cry, my eyes will get puffy, my eye lines will deepen, and the muscles around my eyes will sag! I can’t keep crying all the time!” Jiang Sheshe suddenly realized after taking pictures for a while.
Then she quickly wiped away her tears, muttering as she did, “You have to wipe tears upward. That way you won’t get eye lines.”
[“You have to wipe tears upward” “You won’t get eye lines”]
[Girl, are you still speaking Chinese? Someone translate this Chinese into Chinese for me]
[I really want to crack Jiang Sheshe’s head open and see what’s inside it [dazed]]
After Jiang Sheshe got her emotions under control, she finally saw the WeChat message Ning Xi had sent her.
Don’t Let the Dishonest Off: “Are you free this afternoon?”
As a Stinky Baby with an extremely high demand for emotional value, Jiang Sheshe grew a little sensitive when she saw that message.
She replied sadly, “Why is there no emotion in the way you talk? You’re so cold.”
Ning Xi choked when she saw the message.
This ridiculous way Jiang Sheshe talked-why was it exactly like Fu Zhi when he started acting up?
Ning Xi did have some experience dealing with drama queens.
Don’t Let the Dishonest Off: “[hot]Are[hot]you[hot]free[hot]this[hot]after[hot]noon[hot]? [hot]”
Oi, that was hot enough now, right?
Sure enough, Jiang Sheshe was satisfied.
Jiang Sheshe: “I was originally very busy, but since you need me for something, I can still squeeze out just a tiny bit of time…”
Ning Xi skimmed over the long paragraph that followed.
She only noticed the final line: “Then I’ll come find you.”
Jiang Sheshe soon arrived in the courtyard.
When she found out Ning Xi actually wanted her to perform in a comedy skit, she instantly gave a capital No.
Jiang Sheshe was filled with righteous indignation. “How could I possibly act in a comedy skit? Someone like me simply can’t do comedy skits! My aura, my looks, my personality-they’ve destined me to have nothing to do with being a funny woman in this lifetime…”
“Oh, then never mind. You can go.”
Ning Xi was very calm.
Jiang Sheshe, whose spellcasting had been abruptly interrupted, was immediately thrown off. “…You’re not going to try persuading me a little more?”
“What’s there to persuade you about? If you don’t want to do it, I can’t force you, can I?” Ning Xi shrugged.
“…”
Jiang Sheshe coughed and sat down beside Ning Xi. “You said this role only has a few lines. Exactly how many lines is a few? I don’t mean anything else by it. I’m just curious.”
Ning Xi handed the script to Jiang Sheshe.
While Jiang Sheshe was reading the lines, another uninvited guest arrived.
“Ning Xi, Ning Xi, I think I have a fever again! Did you bring any fever medicine?”
Fu Zhi had yet to appear, but his voice had already traveled in from outside the door.
Ning Xi: “? If you’re sick, go see the imperial physician. It’s not like I know how to treat illnesses.”
Fu Zhi’s specialty was pretending not to hear anything. “Do you have any medicine here? A thermometer works too… Jiang Sheshe?! Jiang Sheshe, why are you here!!!”
Fu Zhi’s pupils shook like there was an earthquake in them. When he saw Jiang Sheshe stuck to Ning Xi’s side, his expression turned into the scene of a full-on house collapse.
That spot used to be his!
Damn Jiang Sheshe!
Back on the very first night of the variety show recording, when he noticed Jiang Sheshe staring lovestruck at Ning Xi’s bare face, he had already guessed that this person had ulterior motives.
Now it seemed his intuition had been right!
Fu Zhi walked over and stiffly tried to squeeze Jiang Sheshe away, but Jiang Sheshe’s butt seemed nailed to the chair. Fu Zhi failed to move her even a little.
“Madman, you think after being squeezed out so many times, I still wouldn’t learn my lesson?” Jiang Sheshe lifted her chin at Fu Zhi smugly.
It wasn’t like she only knew how to take a loss, then take a loss, then take another loss.
Fu Zhi rolled his eyes. Too lazy to argue with Jiang Sheshe, he simply sat down on Ning Xi’s other side and asked:
“Why are you with her? Did she come bother you again? Stop hanging around with weirdos like-”
“Who are you calling weird? I’m not deaf!!!!” Jiang Sheshe roared furiously.
Caught between the two of them, Ning Xi felt like her eardrums were about to shatter.
She stood up at once and left the space to them. “Why are you two princesses fighting again? How about this? You two stare at each other and try not to laugh. Whoever laughs first has to transfer me a thousand yuan.”
“What crazy nonsense are you on about now?” Fu Zhi looked at Jiang Sheshe standing right across from him, couldn’t help gagging a little, then turned to Ning Xi.
“Only a thousand? That’s not challenging at all. I’m not playing,” Jiang Sheshe said disdainfully.
Ning Xi looked at Jiang Sheshe and gave a sly chuckle. “Big talk, huh? Transfer me a thousand and show me what you’ve got.”
Jiang Sheshe: “…”
[These three are doing improv in public again.]
[Hahaha, okay, but seriously, I actually like watching these three together. At least it’s never boring.]
[After all, these three are Ning Xi x Ning Xi’s toxic solo stan x Ning Xi’s hater-turned-fan.]
“I have a fever, I have a fever, I have a fever!” Seeing Ning Xi keep talking to Jiang Sheshe, Fu Zhi couldn’t help raising his voice again to emphasize it and claw back a little presence.
Ning Xi had little patience for Fu Zhi to begin with, and on top of that, the damn guy had been buzzing in her ear like a fly from the start. She slapped a hand straight over Fu Zhi’s mouth.
“I already told you, if you’re sick, go see a doctor. Why are you looking for me?”
Fu Zhi let out an anguished howl, then covered his mouth and stared at Ning Xi with wide eyes. “Can’t you be a little gentler?!”
Fine, hit him if she had to, but why did she have to use so much force every single time?!
Watching Fu Zhi’s lively, energetic state, Jiang Sheshe suddenly pointed out, “You don’t look sick at all.”
Fu Zhi froze. For a split second, his expression turned unnatural, but he quickly recovered.
“That’s why I need a thermometer! I feel like I might have a fever, but I don’t know exactly how high it is.”
Jiang Sheshe stared at Fu Zhi suspiciously. Something was off. Very off. Twelve out of ten off.
Fu Zhi guiltily looked away, glancing at the sky and then the ground. Then, as if trying to cover something up, he turned to Ning Xi.
“You said just now that you still needed one more person for your skit. Why does it have to be Jiang Sheshe? I can do it too!”
Ning Xi’s eyes lit up at once. “Right! If you put on women’s clothes, you might be able to pass for the part.”
“??? The character is a woman? I take back what I just said!”
Fu Zhi hadn’t expected to shoot himself in the foot like that and immediately regretted it.
Then another thought struck him, and he blinked.
“The character Xie Lanchen is playing should be a guy, right? In that case-”
“Get lost,” Ning Xi cursed without hesitation.
The moment Fu Zhi stuck his butt out, she knew exactly what kind of fart he was about to let loose. Since Jiang Sheshe’s role was out, he was now trying to steal Xie Lanchen’s role instead.
Fu Zhi clenched his fist. “Then I’ll buy the role with money! That’s okay, right?! Name your price!”
Buy it with money?
Ning Xi rubbed her chin. “Well now, I’ll have to think about that…”
[Ahhhh, you’re not allowed to think about it! That role can only belong to our Xiao Xie!]
[Damn you, Fu Zhi! He actually used the power of money!]
[Xi-Lan Flower is in danger! If it’s Xie Lanchen versus Fu Zhi, Ning Xi will definitely pick Xie Lanchen. But if it’s Xie Lanchen versus money, the result isn’t so certain.]
[I feel bad for Xiao Xie too, but you can’t give up money just for a man, right? [thinking]]
[Our Xiao Xie has way more money than Fu Zhi! Ning Xi, don’t be foolish!]
The netizens and shippers chattered away, all discussing what Ning Xi would choose.
And right then…
The camera shook slightly.
It landed on Xie Lanchen, who was just coming out of the kitchen.
He was carrying a plate of cut fruit piled with all of Ning Xi’s favorites, along with a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.
He stood there quietly, watching the commotion in the courtyard.