Chapter 8: Sang Qiao: If you're afraid, just sneak away and I'll cover for you! Si Chenli: ?

"Bang!" Meng Wange rolled off the bed, blanket and all, and clutched at Sang Qiao's pant leg, asking, "Eighty handsome guys, really?"

"..."

"Holy shit!" Realizing there were crew members and a camera nearby, Meng Wange hugged her blanket and bolted for the restroom without hesitation.

[Sister Meng Yun is just too cute and well-behaved!]

[I'm speechless with Meng Wange. Why is she running? So ugly and fat, is there any difference between her bare face and makeup? Such affectation, honestly.]

The next room was Sang Jiao's. The moment the door opened, a strong scent of perfume wafted out.

Lu Tianxin's sleeping position was even more peculiar, with her blanket kicked to the floor.

Sang Qiao adjusted the megaphone, "Wake up."

"If you're sick, just go die already, causing such a ruckus early in the morning. Don't you know people are trying to sleep?" Lu Tianxin covered her ears and cursed outright.

She shrieked upon seeing the camera and the director, "Ah—"

Sang Jiao, too, sat up furious, but her long-held public persona prevented her from erupting in anger. The sight of the camera sent her into a panic instead.

She snatched her blanket in a hurry to cover her face.

[My God, Lu Tianxin is too much, her skin is so rough, and she has quite the potty mouth.]

[Sang Jiao's bare face looks so haggard, and her lips are darkened? She clearly had makeup on last night and now insists she's bare-faced, isn't that funny?]

[...After seeing those two, I suddenly feel that Meng Yun and Wange's bare faces are rather on point.]

[To tell the truth, Sang Qiao's own bare face probably isn't much better, she just had the good luck of getting up early to dress up.]

After waking the two up, Sang Qiao quickly left that trouble-ridden place; the room's overpowering perfume was enough to keep people at bay.

"The male artists only need Sang Emperor to be woken up; the crew has already managed the others," the director said, following behind her.

"So why haven't they woken up Sang Emperor together?" Sang Qiao raised an eyebrow, seemingly bored as she looked at him.

"... Uh, that, they couldn't wake him up," the director confessed, breaking into a cold sweat under her gaze.

Sang Emperor was notorious for his bad temper upon waking; he'd chased everyone out and locked the door to continue sleeping.

"If all of you can't wake him up, I definitely can't," Sang Qiao turned to leave.

"Don't don't don't, Sang Qiao, look, you've perfectly completed half your task, missing just this one, right?" The director smiled ingratiatingly, admitting to himself he was somewhat looking forward to the drama.

After all, this was a scene the online viewers were eagerly anticipating.

"Completing the task doesn't benefit me either, I'll leave it to you guys."

"How can there be no benefit? There is! I'll give you a one-time backdoor pass, a one-off exception; the production team can only offer you this help once."

[Is quietly giving a backdoor pass really okay?]

[But waking Sang Emperor is dangerous, I just saw on the other live broadcast, Sang Emperor looked furious, nearly hitting someone.]

"Any method of waking up is allowed?"

"Any method," the director nodded without hesitation, convinced that Sang Qiao would only shout, she couldn't possibly hit anyone, right?

"Okay." Sang Qiao followed a crew member to a door.

She reached out to turn the doorknob, only to find it locked, and turned to look at the crew member.

"Sang Emperor took the key," the crew member scratched his head.

Sang Qiao suddenly took a few steps back and waved her hand, signaling them to do the same.

She lifted her leg and kicked at the door with swift and ruthless precision. After several kicks, the door collapsed.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The director apparently hadn't expected Sang Qiao, such a seemingly fragile girl, to have such capability.

At this moment, he couldn't help but start worrying that Sang Qiao would resort to violence, and he wanted to step forward to talk her down. However, he didn't get the chance to speak.

Sang Qiao had already walked over to the bedside in a few steps and gave the foot of the bed a kick, "Get up, the variety show is about to begin shooting."

"Are you looking for death?" Sang Shen was livid with anger, rubbing his forehead with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

"If you want to sleep, go home. Now is filming time. If you can't even manage to get up, what kind of variety show can you shoot? Better off going to work at a factory."

Sang Qiao crossed her arms, lowered her eyes to look at him, and spoke calmly.

After leaving these words behind, she didn't wait for Sang Shen's reaction and turned her head to walk away.

[Brother Sang Shen is so handsome! I love his fierce look too, why can't he sleep a bit longer wuwuwu, my heart aches ying~]

[Sang Qiao is being intentionally harsh to get the Emperor's attention? Can't she be a bit more understanding that others got to sleep late last night?]

[Did anyone else notice... Sang Qiao and Sang Emperor share a surname, what a coincidence.]

[Am I the only one who thinks Sang Qiao is so cool! She actually kicked down a door, the strength in her legs must be enormous.]

-

Although everyone was in a bad mood after being awakened, they soon washed up, got dressed neatly, and came out in a row.

The host stood in front of the camera with a microphone, "Today, we plan to take our guests to an amusement park to experience some exhilarating and tense attractions, as a bit of relaxation."

"...Please don't tell me we'll have to ride roller coasters or go through the Ghost House," Meng Wangge suddenly had a bad premonition, given the track record of the program crew for not being so kind.

"There will be a little bit of horror. I wonder which of our male and female guests will be protecting whom?" the host said with a mysterious smile.

"Jiaojiao, if you're scared later, just hold my hand tight." Gu Mobei's eyes were filled with indulgence, determined not to miss any opportunity to show off his affection for Sang Jiao in front of the cameras.

"Okay." Sang Jiao cooperated by lowering her head with a blush.

[Ahhh they're so sweet together, I feel like they could just get married right there sob sob sob.]

[Mobei's boyfriend skills are off the charts!]

Si Chenli's deep, dark eyes slightly drooped, his gaze falling on the palm-sized face of Sang Qiao beside him.

Sang Qiao also noticed his gaze and instinctively looked up, meeting his eyes. She sighed helplessly—men and their competitions!

But she was always willing to show a bit more patience with him, playing along with his act.

She stretched out her hand to pat his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "I'll cover for you later. If you get scared, just sneak away quietly."

Si Chenli's expression changed slightly, his eyebrows furrowing, "Do you think I would be afraid?"

"No, of course not, I mean, just in case!" Sang Qiao forced a smile. Wasn't he just jealous of someone else's sweet moments?

She was being so considerate, collaborating with him for the variety show, yet why was he acting so unappreciative and even a bit upset?

"There won't be any 'just in case'." The man left those words behind and strode off with the others, as if the wind carried him.

Sang Qiao followed suit, all the while secretly complaining, "Men are so hard to please."

[Sang Qiao is going to be the death of me, is she trying to inherit the one cent in my bank account? Whereas for everyone else it's 'I'll protect you,' with Sang Qiao it turns into 'you sneak away.']

[You can tell the male artist is speechless hahaha. Such a big guy and he doesn't get the chance to shine, and on top of that, Sang Qiao thinks he needs her protection.]

Soon everyone boarded the coach arranged by the show team and headed to their destination.