The production team will not sponsor them, nor will they allow them to use their own money; in other words, they must use whatever they have on hand to set up the stage.
Ji Mingzhe's professional field is acting, so he knows nothing about it. Yu Ruicheng and Sun Siyuan are singers, so they don't need to prepare the stage themselves. Zhou Hanyan also has no relevant experience.
When encountering problems, everyone turns to Su Huaiming —this has become the norm. Now, when faced with difficulties, they all immediately look to Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming: "..."
He had anticipated things would turn out this way and had already gone backstage beforehand, saying, "I found some foam boards and paints in the back; we can hand-paint a background ourselves."
Yu Ruicheng paused for a moment and then said, "But I can't draw. Can you draw?"
Sun Siyuan said matter-of-factly, "I can't."
Zhou Hanyan shook her head as well, "I don't know either."
After they finished speaking, the three of them looked at Su Huaiming in unison, their eyes filled with affection.
Su Huaiming: "..."
What's going on?! It suddenly feels like he has three more grown sons!
Su Huaiming and Ji Mingzhe exchanged a glance and both sighed.
Ji Mingzhe didn't let Su Huaiming handle everything alone. Instead, he said, "Su Huaiming will be in charge of hand-drawing the backgrounds, Ruicheng will work with me to coordinate the overall work, and as for Sun Siyuan and Zhou Hanyan..."
Ji Mingzhe thought for a moment and assigned them a task they could manage, "Some of the mascot costumes backstage are damaged; could you please repair them?"
The staff promptly delivered the needle and thread to Sun Siyuan and Zhou Hanyan.
Sun Siyuan was dumbfounded. "I don't know how to use this thing either. Are you sure what I sewed can still be shown on stage?"
Zhou Hanyan didn't miss any opportunity to mock Sun Siyuan, and immediately crossed her arms and said, "Of course your sewing is no good, but it's okay, leave all of this to me. I'm not as useless as you."
Sun Siyuan: "!!"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Su Huaiming rubbed his ears in exasperation, stepped forward, and said expressionlessly, "I know you're both very capable. Even if you've never sewed anything before, you'll definitely be able to pick it up quickly. I'm just a little curious, which of you two is more capable?"
This is a very simplistic attempt to provoke someone, and coupled with Su Huaiming's soulless tone, it creates maximum entertainment value.
When Sun Siyuan and Zhou Hanyan were arguing, their IQs seemed to drop to an all-time low; they didn't even realize something was wrong and immediately took the bait.
But before they could even speak, Fu Xiaoxiao had already run to Su Huaiming's ear, her little face serious as she bounced up and down, raising her hand. "I'm definitely better!"
Jameel gave a cute little hum, "I won't lose to you."
Su Huaiming: "..." Although I'm glad you guys are so enthusiastic, you're not the ones who should be taking the bait!
Upon seeing the two little brats, Sun Siyuan and Zhou Hanyan immediately sobered up, glaring resentfully at Su Huaiming as if to say, "You with thick eyebrows and big eyes, how could your heart be so black?"
Caught between two adults and two children, Su Huaiming was in a difficult position and let out a long sigh.
Ji Mingzhe came to the rescue, and Su Huaiming finally managed to find an excuse to escape.
The four children were rehearsing together with the staff of the welfare home. Su Huaiming walked into the storage room alone, looked at the two plastic whiteboards in front of him, and fell into deep thought.
The stage backdrop for children doesn't need to be elaborate; rather, it should match their performance pieces and showcase their innocence and cuteness.
Although it was simple, it couldn't be drawn randomly. After thinking of the cute duck doll, Su Huaiming prepared to draw rivers and trees on the plastic whiteboard to match the duck's living scene.
Su Huaiming found some oil paints and used a wooden board as a palette. After planning it out in his mind, he started painting.
He only has a superficial understanding of drawing, but he has drawn many design drafts and has already developed basic skills, so this is not complicated for him.
Su Huaiming sat cross-legged on the ground for a full hour.
He felt a stiffness in his shoulders and back and wanted to stand up and move around, when he suddenly caught sight of a few cute faces out of the corner of his eye.
The children from the orphanage were gathered at the entrance, watching him cautiously, their clear, innocent eyes revealing a certain expectation.
Su Huaiming smiled at them in a friendly manner and said, "Does any of you like to draw?"
The children exchanged glances, and the oldest one mustered his courage and said, "I like it."
Su Huaiming squatted down, looking directly at the children. "I need your help with something. Would you be willing?"
Su Huaiming has a natural charm that makes him very approachable; children all like him. When Su Huaiming took the initiative to invite them, they immediately smiled and agreed.
Several children's eyes lit up when they saw Su Huaiming's painting, and they squatted down to look at it carefully.
The oldest child asked, "But what if we can't draw?"
Su Huaiming smiled and said, "It's alright, it's not complicated at all. I'll teach you how to draw ducks."
The children were immediately delighted, watching Su Huaiming intently and listening attentively.
After demonstrating how to draw one, Su Huaiming gently encouraged the children to try it themselves.
The oldest child took the lead; he made a stroke, and the other children followed suit.
The child's lines were still immature, so the duck he drew was naturally not as beautiful as Su Huaiming's, but it was full of childlike innocence and childlike charm, as well as a kind of unrestrained spirit, which adults could never match no matter how much they practiced.
After they finished drawing, the children looked at Su Huaiming nervously, waiting for his response.
Su Huaiming smiled and praised without reservation, "The drawing is excellent. Could you draw a few more for the uncles?"
The children immediately agreed, no longer holding back as before, and continued to diligently help Su Huaiming draw the ducks.
Su Huaiming stood aside watching them, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Ji Mingzhe hurrying over.
Afraid of disturbing the children, Su Huaiming walked over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"There's been a problem with Sun Siyuan." Ji Mingzhe had just arrived after receiving the news and didn't know the specifics of what had happened.
Seeing Ji Mingzhe's unpleasant expression, Su Huaiming frowned as well, and the two walked over together.
They all thought Sun Siyuan and Zhou Hanyan had gotten into a fight, but when they arrived at the scene, they found Zhou Hanyan standing to the side with a strange expression, while Sun Siyuan was wearing a duck costume and swaying back and forth on the escalator, doing something they didn't know.
Su Huaiming asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Hanyan watched as his lips twitched twice before he said, "Sun Siyuan sewed himself inside, and now he can't get out..."
Su Huaiming: "..."
Ji Mingzhe: "..."
This was an unexpected turn of events, and their expressions were as if they had been struck by lightning, their faces cracking open in disbelief.
Ji Mingzhe circled the duck plushie, confirming that Sun Siyuan was stuck inside and couldn't get out at all. He said with a troubled expression, "How did it get like this?"
Before Zhou Hanyan could speak, Sun Siyuan's distraught voice came from inside, "The duck doll is too flat inside. After I sewed the surface, the fabric inside always gets crumpled up. I thought I'd crawl inside, stretch it out, and then sew it again; that would definitely look better. But I made it too tight, and I can't crawl out."
"..."
Su Huaiming suddenly gained an unprecedented understanding of Sun Siyuan's intelligence.
Sun Siyuan realized he had done something stupid. His voice trailed off as he spoke, his face flushed, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.
Zhou Hanyan was supposed to mock Sun Siyuan, but he was so speechless that he didn't know where to start.
Sun Siyuan sensed Zhou Hanyan's thoughts. Still concerned about his reputation at this time, he decided to speak first and give Zhou Hanyan a warning.
He was trapped inside the thick doll, the air thin, his head already throbbing with blood, and overwhelmed by shame, his thoughts were in turmoil. Unable to think clearly, he blurted out without thinking, "Zhou Hanyan, I'm much better than you! I can sew myself into a doll, can you?!"
Zhou Hanyan: "..."
These words came crashing down on him, completely stunning him.
He thought about it seriously for half a minute, then shook his head regretfully.
He cannot.
This was the first time he had willingly lost to Sun Siyuan.
Chapter 90
Not only Zhou Hanyan, but Su Huaiming and Ji Mingzhe, who were standing to the side, were also stunned, and looked at Sun Siyuan with particularly strange eyes.
Sun Siyuan's brain didn't completely shut down. As soon as he said it, he realized what he had said and was so ashamed that he wanted to kill himself.
But he sewed himself into the mascot costume, completely blocking out their expressions; they could only imagine what they were seeing.
In this situation, the picture people imagine is worse than reality. Sun Siyuan was so angry at the picture he had imagined that his blood was rushing to his head and his face was so hot that he was almost steaming.
Sun Siyuan was proud and arrogant, and cared a lot about his reputation. Even at this moment, he was unwilling to back down. Instead, his arrogance grew even stronger, and he lost all reason. There was nothing in this world that he cared about anymore.
"If you don't say anything, I'll assume you can't do it. Look how amazing I am! There aren't many people in the world who can do this!"
Sun Siyuan couldn't see anything, so he turned to where he thought Zhou Hanyan was, but actually he was facing an open space behind him, where he started spouting nonsense.
Sun Siyuan didn't control his volume, and the children who were playing freely stared in surprise at his voice.
Yu Xuanxuan never disappoints. He opened his mouth wide and exclaimed "Wow!" His eyes lit up as he looked at Zhou Hanyan, who was dressed in a mascot costume.
Led by Yu Xuanxuan, the other children also ran over and surrounded Sun Siyuan, their innocent little faces filled with admiration.
"Brother, you're amazing! You're the most amazing person I've ever met."
"Brother, can you teach me? I want to do that too!"
"My brother is so great, I love him the most!"
"Elder brother..."
These innocent and childlike voices resonated deeply with Sun Siyuan.
Although Sun Siyuan suffers from "prince syndrome," he possesses basic manners and politeness, is very accommodating to the children, and does not vent his anger on them.
The children had no idea that Sun Siyuan was putting on a brave face; every word he said was sincere. But this was more impactful than mockery. Sun Siyuan's face turned red, then white, then pale—enough to frighten someone into calling 120 on the spot.
Zhou Hanyan stood aside, watching Sun Siyuan surrounded by children from afar.
Although Sun Siyuan's expression couldn't be seen, it was noticed that the mascot costume was trembling slightly, and his body was swaying back and forth, as if he could no longer bear it and wanted to escape but had nowhere to retreat, so he could only grit his teeth and endure this hellish torment.
Zhou Hanyan's expression turned very strange. He sighed inwardly and did not add fuel to the fire at this moment.
He and Sun Siyuan had been fighting since they were children, and they hated each other to the core. He was happy when Sun Siyuan was sad, but this time, he put aside his previous prejudices and estrangement and genuinely sympathized with Sun Siyuan.
That's so tragic!
This is absolutely a devastating blow to one's personality and dignity!!
Zhou Hanyan forgot everything else and muttered to herself, "I need to treat him better from now on. What if Sun Siyuan does something rash and tries to frame me?"
Hearing this, Su Huaiming couldn't help but laugh and say, "It hasn't come to that, but Siyuan will probably be depressed for a few days."
Zhou Hanyan looked at Su Huaiming with her clear, bright eyes, appearing exceptionally straightforward. "But we're still live-streaming, and netizens have all seen this. Regardless of whether Sun Siyuan remains a celebrity or how old he gets, this is a dark history that will be dug up."