CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: THIS IS EVEN MORE RISQUÉ THAN A SKELETON

And so, just like that, the one-person cheerleading squad moonlighting as the audience became a duo.

Guan Yu, from who knows where, pulled out a milk tea and after sitting down, fished a few small bags of twists from the pocket of that imitation coat and shared some with the two of them.

Mu Qiu looked at the twists in her hand, then at that oversized coat on her, deeply impressed, "Sis, where did you snag that from? I couldn’t find it anywhere."

Guan Yu waved her hand: "At least I’m wearing one more layer than you all. It’s so hot I had to find some psychological comfort elsewhere."

"So where did you really snag it from?" She planned to search for the treasure later.

Guan Yu, with some hesitation, opened a bag of twists and tossed one into her mouth, "Alright, I stole it from a staff member."

"Huh???"

Mu Qiu showed an expression of ’Oh, that’s possible’, and turned seriously to the staff who were filming her.

The staff member, suddenly caught off guard, patted his pocket and said softly, out of the camera’s view, "... We don’t have twists."

Turning back in disappointment, she opened the twists and glanced again at the two men already tangled together ahead.

Within this short span, Cheng Zhirang and Shi Yuhuai had gone several rounds. Just as she looked over, Shi Yuhuai charged again, and Cheng Zhirang blocked with his arm, once more grabbing his billowing wide sleeve cuff.

Shi Yuhuai probably didn’t steady himself, staggered, and suddenly fell to the ground. Cheng Zhirang instinctively released the cuff to catch him but only managed to grab his waist belt in the flurry.

The cloud-patterned belt was pulled loose and fluttered with the wind in Cheng Zhirang’s hand.

And Shi Yuhuai, losing his belt, sat awkwardly on the ground, his white robe gaping open to reveal the white t-shirt beneath.

Mu Qiu and Guan Yu leaned forward synchronously, staring in shock, mouths letting out a "Oh" of surprise.

"... What kind of lousy quality is this," Guan Yu swallowed, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Shi Yuhuai, "the program crew really didn’t put their heart into this, what’s with these clothes."

The staff member beside her strangely thought that the clothing she was referring to as "what’s with this" was the one inside.

Mu Qiu also stared at them, but her longest gaze was on their posture and the belt fluttering in Cheng Zhirang’s hand.

An innocent young lad loses to his gentle senior brother and even has his belt taken, what an intriguing sect sparring.

Before they could watch enough, Shi Yuhuai stood up again. The open robe revealed a white short t-shirt and white casual pants, making it look like he was draped in light gauze outside, which also looked good.

Mu Qiu, however, stared at his pants for a moment, then exclaimed, "Hey hey hey, Brother Huai, didn’t you say you weren’t wearing underpants?"

Guan Yu also looked "invited" towards his pants.

Shi Yuhuai heartlessly closed his robe, emphasizing once more, "These are not underpants!"

"Oh, okay."

Complying verbally, but her gaze suggested otherwise, Guan Yu turned to whisper to Mu Qiu, "He must have hidden the sticker in his pants pocket. That previous one probably belonged to Shu Ran."

Mu Qiu considered, "If the sticker was on a visible spot on the body, that would be easy to deal with. But if everyone’s stickers are in their pockets, does that mean Brother Cheng has to reach into Brother Huai’s pocket later?"

"..." Guan Yu’s eyes widened, "Mu Qiu, that’s a dangerous thought."

"But that’s the reality."

"Then it’s the director’s fault. How could the director design it this way!"

Thumbs up to the director.

The bullet screen comments became restless.

[Exciting, exciting?]

[Can’t imagine Brother Cheng reaching into Shi Yuhuai’s pocket...]

[These two seem like outright perverts hahaha, their eyes shining like mine]

[Mu Qiu’s cheers just now almost knocked out Brother Cheng’s competitive spirit]

[Both of them are itching to go, oh man, those eyes, not even a skeleton could express that blatancy]

[I bet there’s no way Brother Cheng will reach, if I lose, I’ll marry Cheng Zhirang]

[Brother Long Legs seems very private, impossible impossible (or maybe)]

[Sorry, Brother Cheng is already mine, no space for more wives]

[Brother slept in my bed yesterday]

[Two brothers accompanied me yesterday, what did I say?]

[I’m just waiting to see what they’ll do]

[Offer a broken dream incense for you Orange Juice fans]

The atmosphere on-site became tense.

Mu Qiu and Guan Yu watched the scene with bated breath, not wanting to miss a single moment.

At the critical moment, Cheng Zhirang reached out to Shi Yuhuai, returning the cloud-patterned belt to him.

"Shall we make a trade?"

Shi Yuhuai didn’t agree.

"Brother Cheng, I saw your sticker."

"I also saw yours. Do you want me to fetch it myself?"

Shi Yuhuai furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, and swiftly pulled the sticker from his pocket, tearing it and sticking it onto the base t-shirt.

"This is just blatant provocation; contestant Shi Yuhuai is in danger."

Mu Qiu glanced at Guan Yu, deciding to match this commentary tone.

"I guess contestant Cheng Zhirang will soon deliver a cruel and brutal punishment to him."

"Now at match point, how will contestant Cheng Zhirang respond to the blatant provocation from contestant Shi Yuhuai? Will he give up on the stickers that are already stuck on clothes?"

"I think not, the rules don’t state whether one can stick a sticker on oneself or if it counts after someone else rips it off. Contestant Cheng Zhirang might not care about the sticker, but as for the provocation, he has to retaliate."

"He’s making a move, making a move, making a move! Contestant Cheng Zhirang has grasped the fate of contestant Shi Yuhuai’s shoulder! And contestant Shi Yuhuai suddenly goes for an over-shoulder throw... didn’t succeed!"

"Brother Cheng pushed him down! The contestants have now started floor maneuvers! Whose technique will prove superior?!"

"It’s Brother Cheng! He grabbed contestant Shi Yuhuai’s clothes first! Right at the sticker’s location! Oh! Contestant Shi Yuhuai, unwilling to be subdued, grabbed Cheng Zhirang’s tie! They’re rolling on the floor two and a half turns!"

Such a touching scene!

In Mu Qiu’s mind, the imaginary sticky notes fluttered with the wind, and the rollercoaster ride began.

In the end, Cheng Zhirang pressed down on Shi Yuhuai’s hand with one hand, muscles bulging, and directly tore off a sticker from Shi Yuhuai’s short t-shirt with the other, panting as he got to his feet.

Mu Qiu sprang up, raising her arms in celebration, cheering for her teammate, "Brother Cheng! Brother Cheng, you’re so handsome!"

Cheng Zhirang turned his head, looking at her from afar.

The sky was clear, wood blossoms were abundant, and that laughter seemed like silver bells hanging in the air, ringing crisply.

He couldn’t help but smile along.

Guan Yu rubbed her goosebumps away and stood up too, "This is amazing; I’ve got goosebumps, this is the real gameplay of this episode, isn’t it?"

[Damn! I feel like I just watched a ball game]

[This cheerleading turned commentator was spot on, the atmosphere just surged, join the atmosphere team]

[Looks like the author themselves have invested in Orange Juice; once upon a time, I too joined with such excitement]

[I almost joined the cheering, nearly forgot I was a Huai fan]

[Discovered the fragile beauty of Brother Huai... I might be crazy, runway king starts showing fragile beauty]