[LMAO, Oily President has the nerve to call someone else hopeless?! Who was pestering Hanhan nonstop and forcing himself on him?]
[Maybe he's bitter because he couldn't get him. He got rained on, so now he wants to tear away his buddy's umbrella too!]
[Is it okay for Assistant Chen to stir up fights like this? I thought he was a peace lover.]
[Hilarious. Who doesn't love gossip? Who doesn't love watching people tear into each other? That doesn't stop me from praying for world peace!]
Yang Shuo stared at everything, utterly dumbstruck, when a sinister voice sounded behind him. "Brother Shit, what was it you just said you'd eat?"
Yang Shuo whipped around, looking at Director Meng with guilt, weak kidneys, and disbelief. "How did you hear that? Were you spying on the enemy?!"
After demanding that, he quickly covered his mouth.
Damn it, I blurted out what I was thinking in a panic!
"Brother Shit, you've got me all wrong, haven't you?" Director Meng raised the documents in his hand and waved them. "An advertiser contacted us about investing. I came to share the good news."
His eyes narrowed with his smile. "How's Assistant Chen? Terrifyingly strong, isn't he?"
"He's passable," Yang Shuo stubbornly replied, snatching the documents. "What's the ad for? Stain remover or degreaser?"
"Neither." Director Meng plopped into a chair. "A newly launched milk tea. They want a couple to shoot it."
At that, Yang Shuo immediately shut the documents and tossed them back. "A couple, my ass. Where do you see any on my show? Love rivals or sworn enemies, more like."
Director Meng seemed to have expected that response. His lips curved into a smile. "Brother Shit, don't blame me for not telling you."
I gave you a chance, but you couldn't make use of it!
He stood up. "I'll find someone myself, then."
"Get lost, get lost-" Yang Shuo couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore.
It was clearly the same variety show, yet his ratings could never beat their livestream. How was he supposed to save face?!
He might as well tear away the peaceful facade and compete outright!
"Sure." Director Meng's lips curled up cheerfully. "Brother Shit, I'll get lost right now. Don't get too angry."
"Your health comes first."
He started walking away, then suddenly thought of something and turned back. "Next time you make a bold promise, remember to tell me. If whatever you want to eat is hard to get, I might be able to help."
"Shut your mouth-"
Yang Shuo turned and roared, only to discover that Director Meng had already practically teleported far away with his brisk steps.
To prevent infighting between buddies, Luo Chen refused to switch teams and deigned to learn tumbling.
The Acrobatics Teacher stood at the front, explaining the key points of the movements. Luo Chen gave a haughty, aloof smile. "I'm a ninth-dan in karate and an International Special Award winner."
"How could a mere tumble stump me?"
"Give me three-" He turned to Meng Han, his voice suddenly faltering, before continuing with an unnatural expression, "however long it takes, I'll definitely teach you!"
[Haha, has saying "three minutes" already traumatized Oily President?]
[Keep it up, Assistant Chen! Make it so he can't get a single domineering CEO line out!]
[This is the true meaning of putting variety shows in order!]
Meng Han rolled his eyes at him. "No need. I also..."
Before he could finish, someone cut in. "He swings his hand so smoothly when he slaps you. Can't you tell he's trained too?"
"How about a tumbling contest right here? Loser pays?"
Luo Chen glared at Chen Bei. "Why are you everywhere? It's always money, money, money with you. Are you obsessed with cash?"
"Do you think I don't pay you enough?!"
Chen Bei's lips curved. "If I say it's not enough, will you give me a raise?"
Luo Chen was so angry he laughed. "You mess with me like this every day, and you still want a raise?"
Chen Bei said, "Without a raise, I'll mess with you even harder."
"Of course," he added, "I'll still mess with you if I get one."
Luo Chen: "!!!"
Is this really my employee? Wasn't he sent by heaven to punish me?
[I just love how impartial Assistant Chen is. Whoever you are, whether you pay him or not, he'll mess with you mercilessly!]
[He keeps asking for it himself, yet he has the nerve to complain that Assistant Chen is everywhere?]
[Hanhan, do eighty tumbles on the spot and scare Oily President to death!]
[Why should he? Is he getting paid?!]
The guests were either arts students or sports students.
A performance like tumbling was easy to learn and a disaster to practice.
With the Acrobatics Teacher's help, Yu Qingqing finally completed the first move. She turned to Qiu Chen smugly. "Plastic face, your turn. Don't drag me down."
"Hilarious. We don't know who'll drag whom down yet." Qiu Chen stepped forward, planted one hand on the ground, and performed a beautiful backflip, then raised her chin at Yu Qingqing. "Can you do that?"
Of course Yu Qingqing couldn't. All she could do was snap viciously, "Aren't you afraid the implant in your nose will flip out?"
Qiu Chen said, "None of your concern."
Veteran actress Yue Lianshan had trained since childhood and tumbled as easily as if she were playing. After demonstrating once toward the camera, she folded her arms across her chest. "This task isn't difficult at all. Are they deliberately going easy on us?"
She raised her chin and asked Lu Ze sarcastically, "Besides teaching you to latch onto rich people, did your sports school give you solid fundamentals?"
Lu Ze looked over in amusement. "I'm not even on your team. What the hell does it have to do with you?"
"You can't even handle one young master."
"Want me to teach you a few tricks?"
Those three sentences shattered Yue Lianshan's composure. "Who the fuck needs you to teach them?!"
The scene was lively with arguing, and the comments were even livelier.
[Credit where it's due, these guests have decent skills. They'd be suited to the Domestic Entertainment Sports Meet.]
[The mutual roasting is definitely a highlight of this show! Their mouths are coated in poison. They'll insult anyone they see!]
[If Assistant Chen became team leader, this team would be incredible. They'd sweep every variety show!]
Once the last guest, Qin Yufan, finished learning, the host shouted through a megaphone, "Everyone, make the most of your time and continue your street performance task."
"Then come back to learn the fire-breathing snake."
"The cruise ship's departure has been moved up."
"If you haven't earned enough for your tickets, you won't be able to board."
The amplified voice had barely faded before the guests ran toward their respective stalls.
Meng Han sprinted, planted both hands on the ground, and flipped through the air, covering a long distance in one go.
The livestream viewers grew excited.
[Wow! Baby Hanhan is amazing!]
[No wonder Assistant Chen spoke up for him. He really does have skills!]
[Look at Oily President. His face is green. He'll have to weigh up Hanhan's fighting ability before trying any forced romance in the future!]
Applause rose from the audience area, and people put money into the box.
Not far away, Qin Yufan saw this and curled his lip mockingly. "Does he think he's a gymnast? That he's winning glory for the country?"
"It's just street performing. Why put on airs?!"
His voice was extremely quiet, but Chen Bei heard him from behind and called out, "Qin Yufan says he's going to do a backflip without touching the ground with his hands. Everyone, give him a round of applause!"
Qin Yufan turned around in surprise. "When did I say that?!"
"You didn't. I made it up." Chen Bei's lips curved. "Don't tell me you can't?"
He suddenly looked very disappointed. "I thought you were like a fart under the covers."
"Good at both smelling and trapping."
Qin Yufan: "..."
[Fuck! I can't, I'm dying laughing. How is Assistant Chen so good at insulting people?!]
[Quick, write that down in your little notebook. Another trick learned!]
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