Chapter 38: Have You Learned It?
After Xie Yun appeared, the remaining female guests all moved forward one position.
Xuan Xia’s view became clearer.
She looked at Xie Yun, who had a sweetly smiling expression under the camera shot, and unexpectedly felt some envy and admiration.
She envied Xie Yun’s ability to change completely in one second, and also admired her for that ability.
Indeed an actor!
The two hosts followed the script’s process, first lavishly praising Xie Yun in various ways, then starting to interact with her, asking about her initial impressions of the male guests, and then her ideal type in romance.
Xuan Xia was watching Xie Yun’s performance when she suddenly heard stomping sounds from beside her.
She glanced over and looked at An Qi, who was making the noise.
An Qi’s face was even paler than before; she unconsciously hugged herself with both arms, met Xuan Xia’s gaze, and said, “A bit cold.”
Not cold though.
How could it be cold in this weather?
Moreover, there was no wind in this passageway, no air conditioning, and with everyone’s clothing, it didn’t feel cold at all—instead, it felt a bit stuffy and slightly hot.
Xuan Xia uncertainly asked her, “Are you feeling unwell?”
An Qi hesitated a bit and said uncertainly, “Maybe.”
She just felt cold, and a bit of heart palpitations.
Xuan Xia wanted to ask if she should tell the staff to coordinate an arrangement, but An Qi spoke first, “It’s not the first time; I can endure it.”
As a girl group member, An Qi had plenty of stage experience; she’d encountered physical issues right before going on stage a few times before, and for the sake of the performance and not holding her teammates back, she always powered through.
So when she said she could endure it, it was both for Xuan Xia and for herself.
Xuan Xia looked at her; now there was one more person she admired.
But this admiration was completely different from the kind she felt for Xie Yun.
Xuan Xia looked at An Qi’s complexion again, hesitated, then boldly spoke up: “I have an incantation to relieve discomfort; do you want to learn it and try?”
This incantation was something she’d just seen in Great Grandfather’s notebook; she hadn’t tried its effect yet, but seeing An Qi’s complexion, she thought she might as well give it a try.
“Huh?” An Qi suspected she’d misheard.
Incantation???
Xuan Xia quickly taught the incantation once; it consisted of three sentences total, and after reciting them, turn your head to the right and spit at the air—done.
An Qi watched Xuan Xia demonstrate her incantation, her expression already dumbfounded.
What superstitious practice is this?
Is this person messing with me?
Yet Xuan Xia remained perfectly calm and asked An Qi, “Did you get it?”
An Qi thought: I learned it wrong.
But seeing Xuan Xia staring at her relentlessly, her eyes full of insistence that she follow along, An Qi couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
Finally, under Xuan Xia’s stare, An Qi could only imitate it exactly as demonstrated.
But just as she turned her head and spat, she heard Xuan Xia correct her: “Wrong, turn your head to the right.”
An Qi: “…” She could only helplessly and embarrassingly turn her head again, spitting to the right.
Although there weren’t many people present, it was enough to socially kill An Qi.
The others looked at them both with eyes full of disdain.
Yet Xuan Xia seemed oblivious and seriously asked her, “How does it feel? Any effect?”
What could An Qi do? She could only hurriedly nod, “Yes, yes, yes; feels a bit better than before.”
Hearing this, Xuan Xia smiled with relief, “Good that it works.” Then she turned her head back and continued watching into the sports field.
An Qi: “…”
This person seems like she really wanted to help me? An Qi looked at Xuan Xia’s beautiful profile, thinking uncertainly.
Her popularity in the group wasn’t high, and in the industry it was even lower; the colleagues she usually encountered were mostly like Xie Yun—cold and distant off-camera, only putting on a persona in front of the lens.
She’d seen plenty of cold indifference, but genuine kindness was rare.
An Qi couldn’t help but look at Xuan Xia a couple more times.
Xie Yun’s interaction time finally ended, and the host promptly invited the second female guest.
Nan Fu entered with model steps; even though she was just wearing a sports uniform, she made it look like runway fashion.
Her graceful sway naturally earned enthusiastic applause from the male guests present—except for the pretentious one.
【So beautiful, as expected of a model!】
【It’s like being at one of the four major fashion weeks’ runway show】
【Too bad the program group doesn’t act like humans, making her wear a sports uniform; really want to see Nan Fu’s legs aaa】
Bullet comments were filled with praise for Nan Fu’s beauty.
The two hosts also had mesmerized expressions, especially the comedic one, who immediately used a series of exaggerated funny performances to make Nan Fu laugh despite herself.
This also successfully filled the live broadcast room’s bullet comments with “hahahaha” of varying lengths.
The atmosphere grew even better; the host struck while the iron was hot, asking Nan Fu her initial impressions of the male guests and her ideal type.
According to the program script, every female guest would be asked these two questions.
When Xuan Xia got these two questions earlier, she’d worried over them for a long time, especially the ideal type one.
She just couldn’t say what her ideal type was; at first Ji Ziyao thought she didn’t want to say, but upon realizing she truly couldn’t articulate it, he let her off and came up with an answer for her.
Xuan Xia pulled out the answer Ji Ziyao had thought up for her and silently recited it again like memorizing a text.
Just as she finished reciting, the process reached the host cueing her to appear.
A staff member gave her the entrance gesture.
As Xuan Xia stepped out, the live broadcast room’s bullet comments also started flooding with new content.
【She’s here, she’s here; the resource person is walking toward us】
【Next walking toward us is the capitalist’s new favorite】
【But she’s so pretty…】
【Holy crap, so beautiful!】
The rhythm-leading bullet comments were quickly scrolled away, leaving only a flood of beautiful beautiful beautiful comments.
The host let out a “woo” sound, “Another twin-tailed beauty has arrived.”
Xuan Xia gave a shallow smile, greeting the two hosts while walking to her position.
Originally, this segment didn’t call for applause from the male guests, but the male guests opposite still gave face and all clapped—even the pretentious one gave a bit of face.
His different reaction from before naturally didn’t escape the audience’s sharp eyes.
【Zhou Shiqing actually clapped!!】
【Really, earlier for the three he had hands in pockets without moving, but for this one he clapped】
【6. As expected, no matter how popular, you still give face to capitalists】
【I’m telling you, do you have to be so malicious toward beauties? Just clapping and you bring up capital】
【Exactly, talking about capital this and that; it’s just the Nightclub Prince’s normal reaction to a beauty.】
Bullet comments gradually went off-topic.
But the malice toward Xuan Xia and Zhou Shiqing remained unchanged.
This also made some individuals watching the live broadcast a bit displeased.
In the live broadcast screen, the host was about to cue Xuan Xia to answer per the process when Xie Yun, who was first in line, suddenly raised her hand as if wanting to speak.
It was hard for the host not to notice her, but he didn’t understand why she suddenly raised her hand. Was this in the script?
Puzzled as he was, he still called on her, “Ah, no need to raise hands. Does Xie Yun want to say something?”
