I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 630 - 629: With Skills Like Yours, You Should Be a Regular NPC Next Season

No one expected that the biggest gain for guest star Chu Qiu on the show was scoring a pair of ripped jeans for free.

Even Guan Yu, who always viewed face as an external object, was awed by his laziness and shamelessness.

After changing into those ripped jeans, he became more enthusiastic, dragging Guan Yu to another store, as if determined to choose an entire outfit in one go.

After picking everything out, he still wasn’t done and wanted to help Guan Yu put together an outfit, heading straight for the maternity section.

"Here, try on this dress, it’s so pretty, it’ll definitely suit you!"

Guan Yu: "...You call this bright red floral dress pretty?"

"Alright, then how about this one? It’s a fresh, forest-style look paired with black Martin boots, and it’s great for hitting the streets!"

"No need, you’d better just blow me up instead. I can’t stand you anymore... Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?! I’m not wearing it!"

Fine, she wore it.

After all, this fresh, forest-style maternity dress was indeed quite pretty.

Chu Qiu was still enthusiastically looking all over for a pair of Martin boots for her. After changing and spinning twice in front of the mirror in the fitting room, she put her hands on her hips, more than satisfied.

"Pretty nice, our show crew really put in the effort, even the props as background are so down-to-earth. Seeing this style, the choices surely lack the director’s personal involvement, right?"

"How can you say that? The director’s taste is quite high, you know? As our generous sponsor allowing us to shop freely, can’t you give some positive compliments?"

Guan Yu only gave him a massively disdainful side-eye.

"Flattery."

After putting on the forest-style maternity dress, Guan Yu was brimming with confidence. The two of them cheerfully went up to the third floor, leisurely wandering and picking out nice clothes from store to store.

Such shopping time, undisturbed by others, without any electronic noise, and accompanied by a kindred spirit, was so beautiful that both of them almost forgot they were on a show, forgot why they were there.

Shopping for clothes seemed like the main agenda.

Until a cold electronic voice delivered a message again.

"Third hour reached, all guests please return to the starting point!"

The voice echoed through the ruins.

The two of them, who were comparing clothes in front of the fitting mirror, suddenly came back to their senses and exchanged glances.

Guan Yu: "It’s that fast?"

Chu Qiu: "How come it feels like we haven’t even been to a few stores?"

After asking these questions, neither could answer the other. After exchanging another silent glance, they turned back to their clothes-trying spree.

Guan Yu: "These clothes are really something; look at the studs sharp enough to kill someone."

Chu Qiu: "I think this fluffy skirt is also good, especially stylish over my ripped jeans."

Guan Yu: "...As long as you think it looks good."

Wandering around leisurely for so long, the sweat from running and jumping under the sun earlier had all but disappeared, leaving only coolness and relaxation, the life being immensely pleasant.

Although deep inside, she did feel a bit guilty towards the director.

When they reached the last shoe and bag store on the third floor, marginally more conscientious Guan Yu finally couldn’t keep shopping.

Standing at the entrance of the shoe and bag store, she turned to ask the diligent cameramen following them.

"Big brother cameramen, are we being too unprofessional, too disrespectful of the game?"

Cameraman: You know you’re unprofessional, huh.

The cameraman understood everything but chose to say nothing. After all, compared to chasing them around outside and getting heatstroke, leisurely shopping in the mall was infinitely easier.

They didn’t answer, and Guan Yu knew why. She looked up at the ceiling, quivering her lips and blinking her eyes, trying to project a sorrowful, self-blaming look.

"I do know, we really are not respecting this game, this tense atmosphere. Even if it’s all Chu Qiu’s fault, I shouldn’t have indulged him."

Chu Qiu, who was still looking at shoes: "???"

"But he pitied me so much, his sweat was nearly dripping out of his pant legs, I couldn’t bear it, so I let him freeload the show’s pair of pants. But what I didn’t expect was—"

At this point in the dialogue, she ought to burst into tears.

Her lips quivered almost as fast as a donkey chewing grass, occasionally wiping away imaginary tears.

"But he actually got greedy for more! He wants to continue freeloading so many clothes! It’s my fault for spoiling him! Leading him down a path of no return!"

"..." Chu Qiu no longer looked at shoes or bags but stood at the other side of the shoe store entrance, watching Guan Yu’s dramatic performance.

"With your self-entertained level, it’s a pity if you don’t become a regular NPC next season. I’ll definitely recommend you strongly to the director."

"Then I’ll strangle you when we get back."

The two huffed and turned their heads away, not looking at each other.

It was exactly like sisters having a spout over clothing differences.

The cameramen wanted to play peacemakers.

After pretending to be mad for two minutes, they seemed as if nothing happened, leaning on each other and contemplating whether carrying a suitcase to take away the clothes they liked would result in the director chasing them down.

There was a high likelihood of being pursued, so they gave up the idea after some deliberation.

"Let’s go, it’s time to head back. I feel like we’ve been shopping here for eons, it’s time to go back and face the music."

"Yeah, let’s go back and show them our shopping achievements." Chu Qiu pulled up the hem of his chef’s jacket and flaunted his ripped jeans.

"A righteous wind from the knee upwards, charging straight to the crown of my head!"

Guan Yu had already walked a bit further ahead, looked back, and rolled her eyes: "Mr. Arthritic, can you hurry up?"

...

Another round of confessions arrived, people spread throughout the ruins started heading back to the fast-food joint.

Mu Qiu finished gnawing on a chicken foot, sipping in the air while holding a bottle of probiotic drink, sipping from it, then topped it off with two chocolate finger biscuits.

Tch, life couldn’t be more delightful.

Zhao Yu was still battling with a chicken foot, munching and puffing out words: "The production team is full of good-hearted people; good-hearted people indeed!"

With a somewhat filled stomach, life became more comfortable. Mu Qiu took a big gulp of probiotic drink and sighed, answering: "These good people may not necessarily be from the production team."

"Why do you say that?"

"The production team is known for designing game rules and sticking to them. If they said we should be hungry searching for food, they wouldn’t make stuff so obvious. The ice cream earlier was for maintaining our... our life signs."

"...Not that dramatic. But if not from the production team, are you suggesting that someone else found the centralized supplies we’ve been looking for?"

"Correct. I’m guessing it’s Brother Cheng’s team."

When everyone else was starving, their two looked leisurely, with no sign of hunger. Thinking back now, they must have already eaten their fill!