Chapter 33: Reading and Replying Randomly is Simply Wonderful

"Today, we are gathered here, singing and dancing," Lamu continued to host the meeting.

Li Xueqin followed up: "Today, we are full of passion and our hearts are surging."

"Today, we meet here to open our hearts and unleash our passion," Guo Qilin added.

These people sounded quite convincing; they looked intimidating and almost professional. However, their preamble was far too long, and the pleasantries were endless, nearly putting Xu Xiu to sleep.

You all have truly mastered the essence of the current Spring Festival Gala! This is absolutely brilliant!

"What is wrong with you? Why are you closing your eyes?" Wang Chuanjun poked Xu Xiu with his hand.

"Oh? It's nothing, I was just too immersed in the performance, I got a bit captivated!"

Wang Chuanjun widened his eyes, his mouth agape; he was stunned. This is what you call lying with your eyes wide open. He had clearly just seen Xu Xiu's eyes closed; how could he be watching with his eyes shut? Was he feeling it with his heart?

"Hey, let me ask you guys, does everyone feel the excitement today?" Wang Sulong asked.

The three members of the 650 group replied in unison: "Yes!"

Wang Sulong: "Then should we watch a performance?"

"Yes!" the group responded collectively.

Xu Xiu didn't know if the four people on stage felt awkward, but for his part, he was curling his toes in embarrassment. It was stiff! Extremely stiff! Was it forced? Everything screamed of a forced script, making the audience feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats, needles pricking their backs, and sitting on pins and needles!

These four really didn't treat the guests below as outsiders—in fact, they didn't even treat them as people!

"Too low-class, can't you come up with something better?" Wu Dajing was the first to attack.

Fei Qiming followed closely: "I declare that this segment is completely awkward; this is definitely the most iconic scene of the night."

"Although I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, it is indeed a bit awkward," Wu Mu also said with a strange expression.

Despite the guests below constantly shutting them down, the four on stage had strong convictions! They were able to completely ignore the mockery and continued to laugh and chat as they proceeded. Even Zhang Yimou would call this professional acting!

Stupefied.

"Don't worry! I heard a group of people have prepared a particularly lively song and dance for everyone," Wang Sulong said, getting back to work.

"Let's welcome our first song medley, choreographed by... Ah, Song, Song, Song... Yanfei."

At the crucial moment, Wang Sulong stuttered, which made Song Yanfei below the stage extremely anxious. She was practically raising her hand to signal that it was her!

"Pfft—hahaha!"

"No way, can this kind of eloquence be a host? This is a fix!" Xu Xiu criticized harshly.

Wang Sulong pointed at Xu Xiu with a laugh and replied: "Come on, security, come up and toss this mole out. You probably don't know this, do you? Our show is all about fixed outcomes!"

"You don't even understand the rules of our show; it's clear you're a mole sent by another production team!"

"Our show specializes in awkwardness and fixed results; we never walk the beaten path."

"It's alright, Brother Long, I'll keep an eye on him for you. I promise not to let him talk nonsense," Meng Ziyi raised her hand.

Xu Xiu was defeated by Meng Ziyi, this "old six." Why was she everywhere? He thought she was just saying it, but he never expected her to actually do it, even going as far as swapping seats with Fei Qiming.

This move made Wang Chuanjun in the back row light up. There's gossip to be had! Hehehe!

After sitting down, Meng Ziyi turned to Xu Xiu with a sweet smile, but Xu Xiu pulled a face that looked worse than crying.

"Sister Meng, are you my stumbling block on the road to success?"

"Yes! Didn't I tell you? Every cause has an effect, and your karma is me!"

"Thanks, but no thanks! I want some peace and quiet!"

"Who is Jingjing? Why do you want Jingjing? Is she your girlfriend? Is she pretty?"

Meng Ziyi’s chattering was incessant; Xu Xiu felt like there were countless bees buzzing around his ears. Such a magical train of thought and such bizarre questions—this was just wonderful!

Adhering to the principle of "if you can't beat them, join them," Xu Xiu immediately jumped onto Meng Ziyi’s channel of random, nonsensical replies.

"Aba aba—aba aba—"

"Aba aba—aba aba—"

"Aba aba—aba aba—"

The audience was bewildered. No, what are you two playing at?

"Insane! To be on the same frequency as Sister Meng, you're a genius too!"

"Help! Are you crazy? You two can actually play together? The magical part is that you two can actually understand each other!"

"Aww, Xu Xiu and Sister Meng are so shippable; their stunning looks are killing me!"

"To be honest, I'm in the same state as Wang Chuanjun in the back row, resting my chin in my hands watching Xu Xiu and Sister Meng. I really want to switch seats with him!"

"Confirmed! Wang Chuanjun is definitely here to ship couples. Don't forget you're a guest, hey, can you be a bit more serious?"

The sea breeze constantly blew against everyone's clothes, and Meng Ziyi’s long hair kept brushing against Xu Xiu’s face. He remembered someone saying that boys love the scent of girls' hair, but right now, Xu Xiu just wanted to ask: is there something wrong with your brain? Xu Xiu only felt his face itching; it felt like he was about to grow a new layer of skin!

After much struggle, they finally reached the point where Sister Meng went on stage. It was a performance for all the girls, and they lined up and crouched down on the stage.

"Ready!"

"Music, start!"

"Wait, wait! Let me adjust my clothes, it's exposed, it's exposed," Lamu said with a laugh, waving her hand.

The music had already started, only to be abruptly cut off.

"Seriously, I really can't help it; this party of ours is just too absurd!" Li Xueqin immediately burst into laughter.

"Can you guys even do this?"

"Next time, can you be fully prepared before going up? Even though we didn't spend money, we have standards for watching dance!"

"How does this look anything like a party? Anyone who didn't know would think it's just children playing house."

Wang Chuanjun’s eyes were wide as saucers, his face full of disbelief.

"This... is also allowed?"

He had always thought a gala was something very serious, until he saw these people. This didn't look like a gala; it looked more like everyone was just here to have fun—pure, unadulterated fun!

"What's wrong? Not used to it?" Xu Xiu turned to Wang Chuanjun.

"Indeed, this is the first time I've seen things unfold like this."

"You'll get used to it. This isn't anything serious... uh, I mean, this party isn't serious."

"..."

"You don't need to explain, I understand now. It just means everyone getting together to have a good time, right?" Wang Chuanjun quickly ended the topic.

The song began to play on stage; it was Wang Sulong’s "Little Star."

As for why it was this song: there was no other reason! Because the guests' songs didn't require royalties, whereas others' songs did! And among Wang Sulong's many musical works, only "Little Star" was suitable for choreography.