[I've figured it out. Sister Liu is the only one taking these critiques seriously.]
[I almost thought this segment was about giving proper critiques. Sure enough, it's turned absurd again.]
[I'm dying. Not a single one of them is serious.]
Next up were the photos Qiu Chengye and Liu Woxing had taken.
Their shoot had a French countryside theme, set in a secret garden carefully constructed in the little town.
A woman in a headscarf rode a beautiful white horse, while a man in lavish clothes led it for her, looking up with a devilish smirk.
In the second photo, Liu Woxing ran through the garden, the breeze lifting her skirt, free and exuberant. Qiu Chengye ran close behind her, wearing a devilish smirk.
In the third, they crouched together among beautiful flowers. The vivid blossoms made Liu Woxing's face look all the more lovely, while Qiu Chengye turned to gaze at her affectionately, wearing a devilish smirk.
In the fourth, Liu Woxing lifted her skirt and twirled among the flowers. Qiu Chengye raised his hand high to dance with her, arching an eyebrow with a devilish smirk.
In the fifth, they gazed at each other through a glass window. Liu Woxing smiled softly, while Qiu Chengye narrowed his eyes affectionately, pushed his tongue against his cheek, and gave a devilish smirk.
[Is this a garden or the Daqing oil field?]
[Does Sister Liu qualify for workers' compensation after this shoot?]
[No joke, I feel like Bro Mimi is attacking me with his face.]
[Aaaaah, help! Everyone used to call Qiu Chengye an average guy with delusions of grandeur, and I thought they were being too harsh, but these photos absolutely reek of it.]
[Did the photographer pick these shots on purpose? Hahahaha.]
[If you'd watched their shoot, you'd know