Chapter 27: Look Away!

Chapter 27: Look Away!

The adults' affection was so overwhelming, it woke the little one up.

Freshly awake, Zhu Zhu didn't cry or fuss. She simply lay on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, blinking her eyes as she waited to fully wake up.

Noticing Ji Ning looking at her, she cracked a smile, her expression still dazed, but she gave her mom a soft, warm smile first.

Little Zhu Zhu wasn't grumpy in the morning, just a bit lazy, not talking, and reluctant to walk.

For the celebrity guests, it was still early. Having just finished a full day of live streaming, they were savoring their newfound freedom. No one wanted to go back to rest, wandering around, moving freely without any burden.

The doors of each household were wide open, and music was coming from the top male idol's room.

The high-quality sound system boomed, giving the small courtyard a rhythmic pulse.

Zhu Zhu tilted her head, curious, listening intently to the noise.

The little one naturally had a sense of rhythm, her short legs swaying back and forth, awakened by the music.

Tong Zhile had a toothbrush in her mouth, full of foam.

She marched over to turn off the sound system, yelling at her brother, "What time is it? Let people sleep!"

With a "snap," Tong Zhiqi turned the music back on.

The siblings' room was so small it was hard to move around. Tong Zhiqi sat on the floor, holding the game console he brought to relax, continuing the unfinished level.

He glanced up, "What time is it to sleep? Even old folks don't hit the sack this early."

Tong Zhile covered one ear with her hand, "There are kids in the yard!"

As soon as she finished speaking, both siblings' gazes fell on the yard.

The child's eyes were bright, looking more energetic than the elderly.

"Zhu Zhu, wanna dance?" Tong Zhiqi asked.

"Mom, what's dancing?" Before even understanding, Zhu Zhu already felt like dancing.

Xiang Xinghui stepped in, laughing, "We've been at it all day. Let's unwind. Anyone hungry? We've got some stuff in the fridge for a quick bite."

The BFF group's room lacked a bathroom. Initially using the resort's public restroom, they later borrowed Ding Muyun's bathroom for makeup removal as they grew closer.

At this moment, Fang Manyin was carefully removing her makeup, glancing outside.

Pan Siran was leaning against the bathroom doorframe, peeking out, "Eating this late? Isn't that a bit naughty?"

"Just one more meal, won't make you fat," Xiang Xinghui was already bustling in the kitchen, the clattering sounds evoking a homely atmosphere.

Ding Muyun walked over, saying, "He was always like this before, asking me all day if I wanted to eat something."

"I said no, and he'd ask again twenty minutes later..."

"I don't have many other hobbies," Xiang Xinghui laughed, "I just like messing around with food."

Ding Muyun shared with the BFF group's rising starlets how Xiang Xinghui used to go all out. While others had fish at home, he had a full-on seafood setup.

His home was like a seafood stall, putting on an apron at night, ready to open for business. Even just a lobster could be prepared in several ways, making it hard to resist in the middle of the night when you're already starving. Later, she realized, eating late is worse than eating early, easier to digest.

"But Sister Muyun has never been overweight."

"That's because he later found out that after I had that late-night snack, I would skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He worried that over time, my body wouldn't hold up, so he helped me quit the late-night snack habit."

This was the first time Ding Muyun mentioned something from the past, with a faint smile in her eyes.

Pan Siran listened as Ding Muyun shared her secrets about maintaining her figure.

"It's unavoidable. Cameras are becoming increasingly high-resolution these days, and on top of that, you look about ten pounds heavier on screen. You just have to keep it under control."

"I always think, if I weren't in this line of work, I would eat as much as I wanted, two bowls of rice in one meal."

"Wait a few more years, and when I retire from acting, I'll really treat myself."

From the kitchen came Xiang Xinghui's helpless tone: "She's been saying that for years, like dangling a carrot in front of herself, just to keep going."

Fang Manyin laughed, cupping her hands with water to rinse the even foam off her face.

When she looked up, someone handed her a cotton towel.

Just as Fang Manyin took it to dry her face, she saw Pan Siran quickly tear open her face mask packaging.

With a crisp sound, Pan Siran slapped the mask on her face, successfully stealing it, and gloated.

Fang Manyin: "That's mine!"

"The cotton towel's mine too," Pan Siran adjusted the mask, innocently saying, "I'll give it back to you after fifteen minutes."

Ding Muyun couldn't help but laugh.

The top male idol, Jiang Cheng, and his sister from the next room heard the commotion and came over to grab some food, helping Xiang Xinghui carry the prepared ingredients to the yard. Pan Siran also ran out, turning back to Fang Manyin with a victorious gesture.

On the third day of the show, after the live broadcast was completely turned off, this trip finally lived up to the show's promotional slogan, becoming a true journey to let go of burdens.

Little Zhu Zhu was no longer sleepy or dazed at all.

However, when Jiang Cheng opened the door to room number five, the little girl thought she was still dreaming.

Most of the children in Yongrui Village are left-behind children. Many of their parents work in the city and might only come back once or twice a year, but each time, they bring gifts.

Little brother Zhao Xiaojie also had gifts. What impressed Zhu Zhu the most were two toy cars bigger than the palm of her hand. Her brother didn't want to play with her, and neither did Qin Meilan, so Xiao Tuanzi could only watch from afar. Only once, when Qin Meilan went out, her brother got bored and beckoned Zhu Zhu over. That day, Zhu Zhu was overwhelmed by the favor, sitting cross-legged next to her brother, her little hand couldn't help but touch the toy car's wheel. With a touch, the wheel spun away, and her brother found a new way to play. He said stepping on it with both feet would be like ice skating, definitely exciting.

Zhu Zhu was cautious, knowing how to protect herself, shaking her little head, unwilling to do so. Her brother, younger than her, didn't consider the danger. As soon as he stepped on the toy car with one foot, he fell heavily. The house was filled with heart-wrenching cries, waking up the napping grandmother. Her brother was hugged by the grandmother, while Zhu Zhu was beaten.

Since then, Zhu Zhu never dared to touch her brother's toys again.

Because being beaten hurts, it really hurts.

"This is a little rocking horse," Jiang Cheng led Zhu Zhu to a delicate sound and light rocking horse, gently pressing the switch.

The light from the toy rocking horse was bright but not dazzling.

As the music played, the light spun in circles, landing on Zhu Zhu's curious little face.

"Try it," Ji Ning said softly.

Xiao Tuanzi gripped the handle of the rocking horse, the swaying not too strong.

Jiang Cheng was still worried the baby might fall off, so he turned off the switch first. After lifting Zhu Zhu onto the rocking horse, he gently said, "It's going to start now."

Zhu Zhu nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

The rocking horse with sound and lights began to sway.

Ji Ning could even sing along to the familiar and childlike nursery song.

She was surprised that the guest from the amateur group was so thoughtful, even bringing a big gift for the baby.

In the yard, other celebrity guests heard the song coming from room number five and came over to see what was happening.

They had actually met Zhu Zhu before Ji Ning and Jiang Cheng, during the prelude filming, where the baby followed the director around like a little accessory. At first, they worried that an unpredictable child might disrupt filming, but they soon realized she was as well-behaved and quiet as the angel baby netizens described. Only then did everyone learn about Zhu Zhu's past.

It had only been a little over ten days.

Now, Zhu Zhu was clean and well-cared for.

Zhu Zhu's little hand gently rested on the horse's head and patted it, "Giddy-up—"

Hearing laughter, she turned around.

Her cute, tender little face made people's eyes well up with emotion.

"This is so much fun," said Tong Zhile. "Zhu Zhu, can I have a ride?"

Xiao Tuanzi was a bit troubled.

Last time, when she pocketed the gold coin chocolate, Sister Siran teased her, and she blushed, shaking her head to keep the chocolate safe. This time was the same; "refusing" was a difficult subject for Zai Zai.

Ji Ning: "No."

Tong Zhile: "Why?"

"Can't bear to part with it!" Ji Ning said.

The bond they formed in the thread-cutting workshop that afternoon was genuine.

Tong Zhile pouted and glanced at her, pursing her lips to keep them from curling up, feeling a bit awkward.

Xiao Tuanzi saw the kind smile on Sister Lele's lips and breathed a sigh of relief.

So, just like a mother, she could refuse to lend the rocking horse without hesitation.

The rocking horse was the most fun toy Zhu Zhu had ever played with.

The chubby Zai Zai lay on it, her ears close to the horse's head, listening to where the song it sang came from.

Jiang Cheng pointed to a spot, about to tell her, but was interrupted by Ji Ning.

"Of course, it's singing from its mouth," Ji Ning said.

Zhu Zhu got even more excited, patting the horse's mouth with her little hand, "It sounds so nice."

The guests' eyes all softened.

At this moment, everyone hoped to protect this innocence.

"Time for hot pot..." Xiang Xinghui called out in the yard, "Have something hot, then sleep well."

Tong Zhiqi had already sat down with chopsticks.

This really got to Tong Zhile, and she shouted loudly, "Tong Zhiqi, you didn't even help everyone get the chopsticks!"

"Tong Zhile!" Tong Zhiqi stood up, "Call me 'brother'!"

"No need," Fang Manyin quickly interjected, "We can grab them ourselves."

Pan Siran also went over, turning back to call Ji Ning and Jiang Cheng to join them for the meal.

The kids were still caught up in the thrill of exploring the toy treasures, and Ji Ning couldn't leave.

"Go ahead and eat without me."

"Mom, my shoe came off..."

One of Zhu Zhu's little shoes had fallen to the ground.

Ji Ning wasn't sure what size shoes Zhu Zhu wore, so Bai Hui had the store deliver them based on the child's age.

The shoes were a bit big, and as the little one was 'galloping around,' she accidentally kicked off her shoe.

Ding Muyun was the one who picked up the little shoe.

She stepped forward, handed it over, and noticing Zhu Zhu was too busy, she helped slip it on.

"Thanks, Auntie."

In the yard, the celebrity guests were already chatting away, their laughter echoing, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

Someone asked Xiang Xinghui why they were willing to accept the invitation to come to this show.

Xiang Xinghui said it might be to ease some lingering regrets during the journey.

When they asked what regrets, he didn't answer anymore.

Ding Muyun's eyes grew a bit somber.

When they were most in love, they wanted to be alone together, and even hiring a cook felt like too much. Later, as their feelings grew colder, they considered whether having a child might become a bond to maintain their marital relationship. But it was just a thought.

Who knew that three years ago, she got pregnant.

Xiang Xinghui was overjoyed, and at that time, Ding Muyun received an invitation for a movie.

In her career, Ding Muyun had never stopped striving; she always wanted to wait a bit longer, but this wait led to missed opportunities. There were some complications during the surgery, and they would never have their own child again.

Since then, their arguments increased, and they began to resent each other, saying the harshest words.

However, neither of them was decisive enough to end the marriage.

They kept delaying until now.

Ding Muyun signed up for this variety show with the intention of ending the marriage during the journey.

And Xiang Xinghui, it seemed, still had some attachment, adjusting his mood, coming to mend the broken relationship.

"No need to thank me," Ding Muyun said, gently rubbing Zhu Zhu's little face.

The room was full of toys, many still unopened.

Jiang Cheng opened other packages, helping the baby explore new toys, his expression focused.

When Ding Muyun stood up again, she met Ji Ning's gaze.

Perhaps because she had experienced kindness during the "old flower incident," she softened and offered a smile.

"The kid is adorable," Ding Muyun said.

"Everyone says Zhu Zhu looks a lot like me when I was a child," Ji Ning asked. "Is that true?"

Ding Muyun hesitated for a moment.

The former child star had grown up, and she was straightforward, not letting doubts linger in her heart.

Ding Muyun: "Indeed, very similar."

"Did we work together before?"

Ding Muyun said coldly, "That was many years ago. I've long forgotten."

Someone in the yard urged everyone to come out quickly.

Ding Muyun responded, her steps not hurried, even hesitating for a moment as she stepped over the threshold.

Ji Ning tried hard to recall.

Twenty years ago, Ding Muyun was about twenty years old.

Back then, they should have had a brief collaboration.

But it probably wasn't a pleasant encounter.

...

Zhu Zhu had a strong focus, sitting on a light and sound rocking horse toy for a long time.

It wasn't until her mother reminded her that it was almost time to sleep that Little Tuanzi got distracted.

There were still so many things left to play with!

"Just twenty more minutes," Ji Ning said.

With time running out and so much to do, Zhu Zhu suddenly felt a strong sense of urgency.

Her little hands were completely overwhelmed, her left hand pushing a small car, her right hand holding a small spatula from a play kitchen set, while her eyes were drawn to a perfectly packaged doll.

Jiang Cheng opened the doll's packaging for her.

Opening the packaging felt like unlocking a whole new world for Little Tuanzi. It was a blonde, blue-eyed doll with many play options, like making fruit puree for the doll, feeding it, and more. Zhu Zhu couldn't put it down.

Even Ji Ning was intrigued, leaning in for a better look.

She remembered that when she was very young, she had also owned a doll. It was bought by her father on a business trip, and the doll could cry. When picked up and gently rocked, the crying would stop immediately, and Ji Ning loved it dearly. But later, the doll's batteries died, and during that time, her parents had started endless arguments. In such a tense atmosphere, Ji Ning didn't mention replacing the doll's batteries. She clung to the doll, now silent, hiding in the corner of her room with her ear pressed to the door, waiting to hear if her parents had stopped fighting. Slowly, the doll stopped crying, and instead, it was she who quietly shed tears.

"This is a mold for making baby food," Jiang Cheng said.

Ji Ning took the mold and the small fruit puree box.

She thought to herself—

You know about this stuff too?

She wears all her emotions on her face, making it easy for others to read her emotions.

Jiang Cheng silently replied in his heart—

Don’t I know more than you?

This was a silent showdown.

No one knew what they were competing for, but they were quietly vying for something.

One box was strawberry-flavored toy fruit puree, and the other was orange-flavored toy fruit puree.

The competition gradually got underway.

"Wash your hands first!" Little Zhu Zhu reminded firmly.

The three of them played with childish toys together.

They meticulously washed their hands, being very particular.

Jiang Cheng placed the fruit puree into the mold and pressed it gently.

Looking up, he saw Ji Ning kneading the fruit puree with both hands, shaping it into little balls.

"Handmade," Ji Ning said, "tastes better."

Little Zhu Zhu almost didn’t get a chance to shine because the two of them were so eager to play.

Fortunately, in the end, they handed her the important task of feeding the doll.

Little Zhu Zhu took a small spoon and placed the toy fruit puree into the doll's mouth.

Then, the doll let out a loud, exaggerated "plop" sound.

"It…" Ji Ning looked at the doll in disbelief.

Jiang Cheng: !

This doll was something else—it could not only eat but also poop.

Little Zhu Zhu eagerly pulled out the last accessory from the toy box: "Time for a diaper change!"

The accessories even included a diaper.

Jiang Cheng picked up the instruction manual, and Ji Ning leaned in closer. Together, they worked hard to learn how to use the diaper.

The illustrations showed how to position the left leg, then the right leg, lay the diaper flat, and fasten the Velcro…

The toy manual was probably aimed at children, with overly detailed drawings that inevitably looked a bit tedious.

Too troublesome.

Ji Ning decided not to learn it—after all, her baby wouldn’t need it anymore.

Jiang Cheng thought the same.

They put the manual down.

Little Zhu Zhu was instantly as thrilled as if it were New Year's.

Finally, no one was fighting her for the toys!

That night was Little Zhu Zhu's first time "staying up late."

She played until past ten o'clock, lying on the soft carpet in the living room of Room Five, gently patting the doll's back to lull it to sleep. The doll didn't fall asleep, but she did, sleeping soundly, with a slight smile on her lips even in her dreams.

Jiang Cheng helped Ji Ning carry Zhu Zhu back to their room.

At the doorway, she patted her pocket, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Forgot the room key?"

His calm tone suggested he knew just how scatterbrained she could be.

"Ta-da!" Ji Ning squinted her eyes and pulled out a room key from her pocket, "Here it is!"

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. "Boring."

"Hurry, hurry," Zhu Zhu mumbled in her sleep.

Ji Ning and Jiang Cheng both leaned in closer to Zhu Zhu.

The little one continued to mumble, "Play with toys..."

They couldn't help but chuckle.

Ji Ning used the room key to open the door and pointed Jiang Cheng to the bedroom.

Her phone pinged, and she slowed to check the message.

Jiang Cheng laid Zhu Zhu down and covered her with a blanket, then turned to see Ji Ning still leaning against the door.

She was holding her phone, typing rapidly, her slightly curled hair falling as she looked down. Her hair was much longer now than it had been four years ago. Her personality hadn't changed much, still doing as she pleased, but for Zhu Zhu, she was clearly making an effort to restrain herself.

Jiang Cheng couldn't resist asking, "Marriage prospect?"

Ji Ning looked up, puzzled, "How did you know?"

Many things from back then, she hadn't explained to him.

A medical record from the hospital had abruptly ended everything.

Instead, it was him, who had to explain casually after blurting out those four words.

Frustrating.

"I saw it when I added you on WeChat this morning."

"Accidentally saw it."

Ji Ning said "Oh," and continued typing.

Jiang Cheng: ...

Just an "Oh" and that's it?

The idea of keeping their distance was tossed aside once again.

He took a step forward, then another.

Finally, he recalled the slogan.

Those were her concerns, not his.

"I'm heading out first," Jiang Cheng said.

Ji Ning saw him to the door, still leaning against the doorframe.

The door was still ajar, and his footsteps faded away.

Ji Ning sent a voice message to Bai Hui.

"Ao Zeyang got married again!"

"It seems inconvenient to inquire about the past, so we'll leave it at that for now."

A soft breeze carried her words to Jiang Cheng's ears.

He slowed his pace a bit and ambled back to his room, feeling light-hearted.

Bai Hui instantly picked up on the key point and replied—

What do you mean 'again'? Calling off an engagement is one thing, but tarnishing someone's reputation is another!

...

On the fourth day of the show, as the morning live broadcast began, Tao Shaorong slipped the itinerary cards under the doors of the celebrity guests.

The assistant director, megaphone in hand, reminded everyone to meet at the open area outside the resort in twenty minutes.

All other activities were to be arranged by the production team.

As soon as Tong Zhile received the itinerary card, she immediately opened her door.

Tao Shaorong was startled by her.

"No makeup at all? Sis, you're totally fearless in front of the camera, so genuine."

"Sure, there are some skin flaws, but that's just how regular people look!"

"Do you guys have the wrong idea about 'ordinary people'? This is the top male idol's twin sister! Even without makeup, she's anything but ordinary!"

"All activities arranged by the production team?" Tong Zhile asked.

Tao Shaorong nodded.

The top male idol peeked out: "Any budget restrictions?"

Tao Shaorong shook his head: "All expenses are covered by the production team, no need to worry. We definitely won't be going to a factory today."

"Sibling duo: Really?"

"Hahahaha, yesterday really left a shadow on the siblings."

"I noticed a small note on the itinerary card reminding guests to dress simply and comfortably, so what's today's activity?"

During the twenty minutes waiting for the celebrity guests to gather, the netizens weren't idle either.

In every room, the live broadcast cameras are still on. Ji Ning's morning appearances always feel fresh to the audience. Unlike other real female celebrities, she doesn't have professional makeup, but her casual grooming, paired with the little baby beside her, makes it hard for people to look away.

"It's weird; every time I tune into Zhu Zhu's live stream, I just can't leave."

"What is Zhu Zhu doing? She looks so serious."

"OMG! Where'd she get that doll? It's adorable—I need to get one for my niece!"

Netizens just discovered that Little Zhu Zhu has a new toy.

Though Zai Zai is small, she carries a big sense of responsibility.

Now that the doll's with her, she's all in on taking care of it. She took a warm little towel and helped the doll sit up straight.

"Zhu Zhu, wash yourself first," Ji Ning said.

"Totally me as a kid! Mom would tell me to change, and I'd be all about dressing my Barbie, complete with a matching bag."

"When Zhu Zhu washes her own face, she just wipes it casually, but when it comes to washing the doll's face, she becomes so meticulous."

"I saw that too—Zhu Zhu's actually cleaning the doll's eye gunk..."

"? Hahahahaha!!!"

Once Zhu Zhu was done washing the doll's face, she even put on some lotion.

As for the little bunny plushie that was just cleaned last time, it hasn't fallen out of favor and is waiting in line. But the bunny is made of plush, and mom said not to put any messy stuff on it.

Zhu Zhu looked at this jar of baby cream and silently thought—

Mom said you're messy.

"LOL, it's fall—gotta moisturize the doll or her skin'll dry out..."

"I remember a couple of days ago, Ji Ning and Pan Siran were chatting and said that Zhu Zhu's new outfits were sent over by her acquaintances. So, was the baby cream also sent over together? How thoughtful of her acquaintances."

"Given the brands netizens found for Zhu Zhu's outfits, I bet this baby cream isn't cheap either."

"The doll has also come to a good family, even using luxury cream (doge)."

Netizens can't figure out why watching a kid play house first thing in the morning is so entertaining.

But it's just... captivating, can't stop watching.

At the same time, everyone also unexpectedly noticed that Zhu Zhu has changed.

When Zai Zai first appeared in the public eye, she was timid and so well-behaved that it was heartbreaking. But now, she has a mom, and from some point on, Zhu Zhu has become a little braver, willing to express her thoughts actively.

Right now, Zhu Zhu's working on getting the okay for the doll and bunny to tag along on the trip.

"Mom, can we?"

"Yes, yes, agree to her!"

"Please don't refuse the baby, otherwise she might not dare to speak up next time."

"I think Ji Ning will definitely agree."

"Sure," Ji Ning didn't even think about it.

The intern PD had been there since the live broadcast began.

She gently reminded, "Our activity today will take us out for the entire day. Wouldn't it be inconvenient to carry the doll and the bunny around all day? No one will help Zhu Zhu take care of them."

"Knock knock knock—"

The sound of knocking came, and Ji Ning went to open the door.

"The person to take care of them is here," Ji Ning said.

Zhu Zhu held the doll in her left hand and the bunny in her right.

Lifting her face, she greeted warmly, "Good morning, Mr. Jiang!"

"Is it fair that the amateur group is better looking than the celebrity group?"

"A minute ago, Zhu Zhu said, 'Good morning, Mr. Jiang!' A minute later, Mr. Jiang is holding Zhu Zhu's two dolls..."

"Mr. Jiang: Morning's not going well!"

...

Twenty minutes later, the celebrity guests gathered at the entrance of Yunbi Resort.

A bus had been waiting for a long time.

"The production team has really stepped up their game," Tong Zhiqi said. "They rented such a big bus."

"What a sight to behold!"

"Qiqi, you're a big star now, watch your manners (pointing fingers)."

According to the production team's arrangement, the guests lined up and boarded the bus one by one.

Guests in the same group had to sit together, just like on the first day of the show.

With over ten hours of live broadcast every day, netizens scrutinized the subtle atmosphere and attitudes among the guests with a "magnifying glass," but no significant changes were found.

But now, on the fourth day of the show's recording, they sat together again just like at the start, no longer so on edge.

Especially the sibling duo.

Tong Zhile, looking sullen, said she gets motion sickness easily and wanted the window seat.

Tong Zhiqi didn't say much and directly gave her the seat.

"Do you need motion sickness medicine?" Tong Zhiqi asked.

Tong Zhile was taken aback.

When they were very young, the siblings cared for each other, without distinction...

"Do you have any?" Tong Zhile's attitude softened.

Tong Zhiqi: "Actually, no."

"???"

"Can the top male idol be any more annoying?"

"It's normal for my sister to give him a cold shoulder. As my mom says, someone like Tong Zhiqi, give him three parts of dye, and he'll open a dye shop!"

But no matter what, the interactions between the celebrity guests and their partners are indeed no longer confrontational.

However, the production team seems to be dedicated to stirring things up. On the way to the destination, they gave each guest an answer board.

The requirement was to write down their thoughts about each other on the board.

The content would not be disclosed to their partners.

This was an indirect way of asking the guests what their partners meant to them in their hearts.

"Summarize in one word, but don't write any formalities," emphasized director Tao Shaorong. "It should be the most genuine thought from your heart."

After all, just yesterday, everyone suffered from not following the rules.

Now, with the cards in hand, the guests followed the director's instructions and wrote down their true feelings about each other from the depths of their hearts.

Zhu Zhu, holding a marker, was at a loss with the blank card.

The intern PD relaxed the requirements for her: "Drawing is also acceptable."

Director Tao said that this round of responses was related to the day's subsequent activities.

The guest partners couldn't see what each other wrote, but the netizens could.

Because director Tao asked everyone to hold up their answer boards one by one and show them to the camera.

When Xiang Xinghui held up his answer board, as required, Ding Muyun had to turn her back.

On the answer board was a glaring single word—

"STIFF."

"Wow! Going all out, huh?"

"The film queen is indeed a bit stiff, but I didn't expect her brother-in-law to dare to write it out."

"This is the rule of the show. If even this kind of segment requires writing flattery on the answer board, there's no need to continue recording the show."

"This is great to watch, keep it coming!"

Fang Manyin also held up her answer board.

On it was her evaluation of Pan Siran—

"PRETENTIOUS."

Netizens in the live stream were eagerly typing away.

If they don't fight now, when will they?

"Can't the two rising starlets see each other's evaluations?"

"Looks like a hair-pulling fight is about to break out."

[Pan Siran wrote "FAKE," which is already a direct expression of her dissatisfaction!]

"The siblings are quite harmonious, bet they wouldn't say anything nice, haha."

The live stream was filled with scrolling bullet comments.

The conflict, barely settled, was about to reignite, and the netizens were eager to move on to the next segment.

The amateur group, consisting of two adults and one child, sat in a row.

There was no conflict among the three, so this segment naturally lacked some excitement.

Director Tao got straight to the point and directly asked the three amateurs to reveal their answer boards one by one.

Following the order, Zhu Zhu was to comment on Ji Ning.

Her strokes were childlike, drawing a picture of her mother with long eyelashes.

Her eyes were sparkling.

Zhu Zhu, unable to write, answered the intern PD's question in her baby voice: "It's 'beautiful.'"

Ji Ning's lips curved into a smile.

"Hahaha, Zhu Zhu is just like me, exactly what I thought."

"The baby's proud face said it all: beautiful!"

Next, the camera moved to Jiang Cheng's answer board.

Ji Ning's expression started to change, and she whispered to the intern PD to confirm the rules.

Jiang Cheng described Zhu Zhu as "good."

But in his heart, this wasn't a compliment.

He wished the baby could be as free-spirited as her mother.

Finally, the camera landed on Ji Ning's answer board.

She was commenting on Mr. Jiang, the guest from the amateur group.

"We agreed not to reveal it!"

The netizens only then realized that Ji Ning had been struggling since the program team signaled the amateur group to reveal their answer boards.

This futile struggle made Director Tao smile with anticipation.

The answer board she had tried so hard to protect was taken by the director team.

"Mr. Jiang, don't look," Ji Ning said with a serious expression, "It's a bad review!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes were covered by Zhu Zhu's chubby little hands.

"What did she write?"

The characters on the answer board were simple and easy to recognize.

Zhu Zhu answered sincerely in her little baby voice next to Uncle Jiang's ear: "Dumb."