After hearing this sincere expression of gratitude that was said despite the knowledge of it leading to self-explosion, the audience in the barrage comments were moved to tears.
[“Wuwuwu I will forever love you, My Demon!”]
[“Even if you become too old to sing, we will forever cheer you on!”]
[“My life is forever bound to My Demon, and from now on, no one else will enter my sight! I love you, my husband!”]
[“Mom, I’m sorry, but today, your daughter has decided to elope (wipes tears away).”]
[“Eight years since your debut, we’ve been with you every step of the way! Mu Ye rocks!”]
At the same time, the overwhelming army of the demon king on the screen was also another kind of excitement.
[“Stinky Treasure! Did you hear that? Our male god has responded to you in person!”]
[“Ah, congratulations again on successfully chasing after your star!!!”]
[“So he’s always known about your sincere heart!”]
[“My mother is moved to tears. My true son’s beautiful history of chasing after stars!”]
[“Thank you, My Demon, for letting me see my son’s cute expression hehehehe”]
The program group sent a penalty card.
Director Cui said, “The store manager will draw a penalty card and personally punish the staff member who failed the game.”
“You, director, are really sick.” Bai Xingyu rolled his eyes helplessly. “Are you afraid we won’t break up tomorrow?”
“Let’s just punish and not hurt them too much,” Pei Shinian silently hugged his own battered body. “Store Manager, you should have good luck, right? I believe in you.”
Song Jianchu casually picked up a card from the stack of cards laid out by the staff and read the words written on it, “Draw graffiti on the face of every player who failed.”
All staff: “…”
Idol burdened with the expectation of their appearance: Pei Shinian: “… I’d rather get beaten up again.
The soldiers of the Pei family on the bullet screen are all laughing hysterically. They have been laughing since Pei Shinian started playing games, and at this moment, they don’t have even the slightest bit of heartache.
[“Dare devil Drawing by the Demon King’s little Brother!”]
[“Year after year, you look so fragile tonight. Shop owner, you’re such a kind person, could you please draw a level-three hairstyle for Year after Year? Thank you.”]
A staff member hands a black marker to Song Jianchu.
Song Jianchu takes off the cap of the marker and walks calmly and “thoughtfully” to Pei Shinian. He asks, “What style do you want?”
Pei Shinian promptly replies, “Something beautiful.”
Song Jianchu thinks for a moment, then lifts the marker.
He draws a small flower on Pei Shinian’s forehead.
[“Hahahaha!”]
[“This brother is so pretty!”]
[“Hahahaha! The Demon King’s little brother has such a variety show vibe!”]
[“Year after year, you’re so pretty!”]
Bai Xingyu can’t hold it in anymore and bursts out laughing.
Seeing the entire production crew shaking with laughter, Pei Shinian runs over to borrow the camera and takes a picture.
After taking the picture, he keeps smiling and says, “…This is amazing. How many fans will I gain from this episode?”
[“That’s right, from now on you won’t have fans, only variety show fans.”]
[“A comedian idol.”]
Song Jianchu walks up to Bai Xingyu. Bai Xingyu holds his arms and says nonchalantly, “Just don’t ruin my tough guy image, I still have to film.”
Song Jianchu thinks for a moment, then lifts the marker.
He draws two eyebrows on Bai Xingyu’s face that look just like Zhang Fei.
A screenwriter can’t hold it in and sits on the ground, laughing until he can’t breathe. He quickly looks at Bai Xingyu’s face and covers his mouth.
Bai Xingyu also takes a picture with the camera. After taking the picture, he looks even more like Zhang Fei.
[“Laughing so hard I’m seeing stars!”]
[“Damn, this is amazing, so hilarious!”]
[“A real tough guy.”]
[“Everyone, let me introduce to you: the soul artist, Sng Jianchu, who perfectly satisfies all customer demands.”]
Lu Shen, taking reference from the previous two’s commissioned drawing experiences, knows that suggestions are useless and says, “Whatever.”
Song Jianchu nods seriously.
Creating without a theme is the most difficult, and the soul artist thinks for a few seconds.
Finally, he politely lifts the marker and draws a handsome pair of sunglasses on the face of the team’s eldest brother.
In order to achieve a perfect three-dimensional effect, Song Jianchu chooses a thick coating method for coloring. Because he used up too much ink and even had to change pens halfway through, he finally completed the most time-consuming and laborious ultra-realistic 3D work on the face of an international film emperor.
Pei Shinian is already laughing tears and shaking his hand. “Brother, can you still see it?”
Mu Ye laughed and commented, “Handsome.”
Bai Xingyu mercilessly mocked, “Idiot, you might as well give some constructive criticism.”
Lu Shen wore a high-end style of ‘sunglasses’ expressionlessly.
[“Hahaha”]
[“Lu Yingdi[mfn]”Lù yǐngdì” (路影帝) is a Chinese term that means “Road Movie Emperor” or “Emperor of Road Films”. It is used to describe actors who have made a significant impact in road movies, a genre of Chinese films that typically involve a journey or a road trip as a central element of the story.[/mfn] seems to be blind”]
[“I can’t see Lu Yingdi’s expression anymore”]
Finally, it was the last customer, and Song Huajia walked up to the client who had been waiting for a long time with a pen in hand.
The two looked at each other for a second, and the client narrowed their eyes meaningfully.
Suddenly, Song Jianchu’s eyelids twitched.
His kept lover didn’t miss any opportunity to show off and looked at him with an ambiguous smile. Using a meaning that only the two of them could understand, he said softly, “I have no objections, as long as you like it.”
Song Jianchu: “……”
Song Jianchu: “.”
Pei Shinian was causing trouble with little flowers on his head not far away, directing, “Manager! Draw him a demon makeup! A fox spirit with a full face of hair!”
[“Pei Shinian: Alright, don’t expect to get off the hook tonight.”]
[“Hahaha, here comes the mischief-making tactic”]
[“Looking forward to the soul painter’s next work~”]
Song Jianchu quickly adjusted his complicated expression and stared at the man’s perfectly delicate features, slowly observing every detail of the man’s face.
After hesitating for two seconds, he picked up the pen.
He carefully touched the tip of the pen to the corner of the man’s eye.
[“?”]
[“????”]
[“Manager playing favorites”]
[“Ah, is the infatuated manager being so obvious?”]
[“Stinky treasure is here!! Yes, pamper him! Pamper him to death! Let the male god fall for you!!”]
[“Wuwu, the fox spirit with a beauty mark looks so wicked and alluring”]
[“Sorry, family, it’s too sweet to resist, I have to bow to these two comments”]
[“Sisters ahead, take me with you!”]
Pei Shinian was looking forward to seeing what Song Jianchu would draw next, but after waiting for a while, he saw the soul painter touch a dot on his brother’s face with the pen and then put it down.
Pei Shinian: “……?”
“Is that it?” Pei Shinian couldn’t accept it and stood up, shouting, “Manager, you’re being biased!”
Bai Xingyu, with two thick black eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples, sneered: “I am a fan, why would I be biased towards you instead of my own idol?”
Wait…biased?
Pei Shinian realized what was happening and his face changed.
Pei Shinian for the task was completely stunned.
He foolishly looked at the two people in front of him who had just finished their intimate interaction, and the world seemed to have turned gray like a failed game. This wave of sugar came unexpectedly, and he didn’t even have a chance to interfere…
Netizens are definitely going to ship these two with each other when this segment is aired…
He still let Brother Jiaming down.
After the game session ended, the members continued to drink and chat.
The new PD didn’t understand and asked, “Director Cui, why did you insist on doing this punishment session? The Demon King’s little brother was already not familiar with some of the teachers. Aren’t you afraid that the teachers will have opinions on him?”
Director Cui hugged his arms and looked profound and mysterious.
“It’s just to break through this sense of distance, that’s the meaning of team building.” The screenwriter next to him said, “Don’t you think the atmosphere of this team is much better than before?”
The new PD looked over at the five people around the bonfire.
The Demon King’s little brother, who had been silent and listening to everyone’s conversation before, suddenly became the center of attention.
Because this conversation had a lot of private content, it was not included in the final cut.
Pei Shinian could finally ask the question he had always been too afraid to ask: “Boss, I’ve always been curious, are your vlogs all real?”
Song Jianchu made a sound of affirmation.
Bai Xingyu was also curious: “Why do you make this kind of content? Just to attract attention?”
“No.” Song Jianchu propped up his face, looking lazy and casual, and answered, “At first, it was to irritate a few idiots, but then there were too many people urging me to post more videos, and I was afraid my window would be broken, so I continued filming.”
Pei Shinian leaned in and asked a sensitive question in a low voice, “I’m sorry, I’m too curious, but do you really have so little money? You spend money so quickly, aren’t you afraid of going bankrupt one day?”
Mu Ye took a sip of his drink and looked at him with a faint reminder, “Don’t ask sensitive questions.”
“It’s okay.” Song Jianchu said indifferently, “I’m only worried that I won’t be able to spend all my money in this lifetime. I’ve been a bit anxious lately.”
“… ” Pei Shinian said, “I think I understand your antis now. I feel like hitting you.”
Mu Ye raised an eyebrow and thought of something, he lowered his eyes and bit his lip.
They continued to chat until it was almost dawn, and they had to go back to rest early because they still had work the next day.
Before going to bed, the guests received a notice from the program team that there would be a special guest arriving as a one-day employee the next day.
After taking a shower and lying down on his single bed, Pei Shinian rested his head on his arm and started dreaming of being a straight man, “Ah, I hope a pretty girl comes, the team is full of men, it’s boring to work.”
Mu Ye’s hair was still half-wet and messy in front of him. He propped himself up on the bed and laughed, “I wish you the best.”
Song Jianchu walked out
Pei Shinian let out a disappointed “oh” before quickly perking up and nodding satisfactorily, saying, “It’s fine. I’m happy as long as it’s a girl.”
There was a warm-toned night light left on in the dormitory, and the three of them lay down on their respective beds, preparing to sleep.
The room was quiet for a few minutes, and Song Jianchu was just about to fall asleep.
The person on the upper bunk suddenly said softly, “I’m not happy.”
Song Jianchu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the few fingers protruding from the edge of the upper bunk with a sense of disappointment.
Pei Shinian looked up at the upper bunk and asked, “Brother, why aren’t you happy? Don’t you want a girl to come?”
The person on the upper bunk rolled over, turned to the outside, and sighed lightly, “The manager.”
Song Jianchu said, “Mm.”
The person on the upper bunk said in a negotiating tone, “New employees shouldn’t be assigned to the sales group.”
After listening to the advice of his colleague in the sales group, Song Jianchu carefully considered it and thought that new employees might have a slower learning curve in the sales group, and it might be more appropriate to assign them to the kitchen group.
The next second, the person on the upper bunk said regretfully, “But I haven’t had enough time alone with the manager.”
The two on the lower bunk said, “? “
The person on the upper bunk asked in a soft voice, “Manager, if a new person comes, will you still treat me well?”
“…”
“If she’s busy, will you help her put on her apron like you did for me?”
“…”
“Will you wash cups with her and take a break together to drink coffee?”
“…”
After another quiet moment, Muye reluctantly made a concession, “It’s okay to be assigned to the sales group. As the manager, you have to consider many people, so it’s not possible to only care about me. Don’t worry, I won’t let my jealousy affect my work.”
He didn’t get a response and leaned down to look, “Manager? Are you asleep?”
The two on the lower bunk closed their eyes at the same time and pretended to sleep.
No one paid attention to him.
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