CHAPTER 195: CHAPTER 195: DOING A VERY RISQUÉ LIVE STREAM

The clothes Sang Ning wore for the livestream were indeed daring, but the makeup artist went for a more normal look.

Just a light base, simple contouring of her features, and all her hair tied up in a high ponytail that was youthful and full of energy.

Though the makeup was simple, Sang Ning’s naturally outstanding features made her stand out anyway—just standing in the showroom was enough to attract passersby to stop and look.

This job can be considered both simple and challenging.

Simple, because Sang Ning only needed to stand in the center and casually dance along to the music rhythm.

Before the livestream officially started, President Wang allotted half an hour for Sang Ning to familiarize herself with the moves.

But the moves were all fitness-related exercises, so Sang Ning didn’t need much practice—she memorized them after watching the four male hosts demonstrate them once.

The challenge, though, lay in putting her pride aside and temporarily forgetting her identity as a female celebrity.

For example, even though Sang Ning had already mentally prepared herself when the livestream officially began.

When the sound system blasted the hilariously brainwashing tune, "Big Pixiu, Big Pixiu, drink baijiu, drink beer,"

her facial muscles still uncontrollably twitched a few times, almost making her throw her expression management out the window.

No one had warned her before going live that the background music was such an outrageous, headbanging rural pop anthem!

On either side of Sang Ning stood two male livestream hosts. The moment the music started, it was like their DNA activated.

While Sang Ning was contemplating her life choices, the male hosts had already begun dancing enthusiastically.

Sang Ning darted glances at them with the corners of her eyes, noticing how each of them wore bright, infectious smiles while dancing and singing along to the music.

It was clear—they genuinely loved their jobs, with absolutely no signs of coercion.

"Sister Sangsang, the camera’s on you, why aren’t you moving?"

One of the muscular "bros" shouted at her while doing jumping jacks, his grin so wide his teeth practically sparkled.

"Sister Sangsang, are you feeling unwell? If so, you can rest first, and we’ll handle the first half of the performance."

Another guy, busy doing chest expansions, slowly moved closer to Sang Ning, asking with concern.

Eventually, everyone’s attention fell on her, and Sang Ning suddenly felt a wave of pressure.

The brainwashing beat of the Big Pixiu song, combined with the infectious smiles of the "bros," was irresistible. Sang Ning took a deep breath and decided to go all in.

What’s a few exercise moves anyway? It’s not like she can’t do them!

This livestream job had come up so unexpectedly that even Sang Ning’s fans had no idea she had any activities planned for the day.

President Wang hadn’t spent a dime hyping it up either. When the Solid Peach Can stream popped up on Douyin, netizens didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just another gimmicky, risqué livestream.

Here’s how their thought process unfolded:

First glance: What in the world, where did these weirdos come from?

Scroll away like subway grandpa.

Wait, those spicy little guys earlier had strangely attractive bodies.

Scroll back: This deep V-neck tank top is way too provocative! (Facial expressions twisted gradually.) Those muscles are so sexy, I love them! *heavy breathing* Don’t hold me back, I’m screen-licking.

The spicy bros are so handsome—how do they manage to be sexy without being greasy?

Wait a minute, the girl in the center seems pretty too.

Hold on...

The girl in the center looks like Sang Ning!

OMG, it really is her! What kind of situation is this?

Has the entertainment industry fallen so low that even female celebrities now resort to doing risqué livestreams?

Confused onlookers were quick to post on Weibo, which attracted a swarm of haters who began posting countless slanderous remarks about Sang Ning.

Mocking her for lacking professional ability and claiming she couldn’t even land proper gigs, resorting only to low-tier jobs that exploit her looks.

Curious viewers didn’t get the full story, only catching bits like "Sang Ning is doing risqué stuff," and from there, found their way into the Solid Peach livestream room.

Watching the live stats skyrocket in real-time, catapulting to the top of the streaming charts, even President Wang was utterly dumbfounded.

He had just wanted to test the waters and hadn’t arranged any pre-stream promotions—how had this bizarrely climbed straight to first place?

Entering the livestream room, viewers were greeted first by the tagline, "Solid, better suited for scatterbrained babies—Yellow Peach Canned Fruit."

The deafening silence from viewers said it all: Boss, are you here to make money or to declare bankruptcy?

The shock from the tagline was momentary, but the impact from Sang Ning and the four male hosts was long-lasting and utterly contagious.

[What is this, it looks like some kind of avant-garde risqué angle.]

[Help, Sang Ning’s outfit really makes her look like she’s in some kind of special profession.]

[She doesn’t look like that at all—look at her determined expression. She looks more like an undercover police officer sent to crack down on such activities, completely incompatible with risqué stuff.]

[I seriously *heavy breathing* Thank you, Solid Peach boss, for gifting us the chance to admire her fantastic figure!]

[Sang Ning, if you’re being held hostage, blink twice—are capitalists forcing you to exploit your sex appeal?]

When something’s unbearably cheesy, you either let it break you or let it transform you. After ten minutes of dancing, Sang Ning unexpectedly found herself getting into the groove and... actually enjoying it?

Her body, initially stiff and reserved, gradually loosened up, and a radiant smile began spreading across her face even without her noticing.

"Big Pixiu, Big Pixiu—"

"Drink baijiu, drink beer—"

Sang Ning was fully immersed now, singing along with gusto, her hips swinging more naturally and energetically than ever.

Happy kicks, happy waves, happy nods—she was utterly consumed by the charm of a down-to-earth livestream.

Netizens: "..."

[Alright, I take back what I said; Sang Ning is clearly voluntarily slaying this livestream.]

[But her figure is just ridiculously good! Slim yet not frail, every inch of flesh grows in the most divine way! She looks so soft and fragrant—I just want to hug her and sniff her!]

This livestream was so hilariously fresh that it carved a bloody path through the competition.

Sang Ning and President Wang both emerged victorious: Solid Peach Canned Fruit broke its highest sales record in history, selling over ten million cans in one session.

As for Sang Ning—thanks to this stream, her Weibo followers skyrocketed by 500,000!

For reference, when she filmed *Rural Life for Thirty Days,* she only gained 3 million fans in total, yet this single livestream in mere hours achieved growth rates that were mind-blowing!

After the broadcast ended, Sang Ning no longer felt any initial reservation—in fact, she might’ve been hooked.

This wasn’t risqué at all; it was smooth, effortless joy!

Paid disco therapy—what could be better than this?

While Sang Ning was enjoying herself, meanwhile, on the other end, Li Juezhou—who’d watched the entire stream—was near collapse in his sickbed.

His body had already been in fragile condition, yet Sang Ning wore such short outfits and danced seductively in front of the camera for hours.

By the time the stream ended, his willpower and self-restraint were hanging by a thread.

No exaggeration—if the stream had gone on for even a few minutes longer, he might’ve popped a blood vessel and died.