Chapter 124
It was said that Qiu Chengye and Lai Bingxuan, those two “live-action dads,” were causing trouble with the production team again.
After trying to threaten, bribe, and scare the staff in all kinds of ways, they were finally subdued by Director Niu with just one sentence:
“It’s fine. If you really can’t handle losing, the production team can arrange a luxury room for you instead. It’s okay.”
Qiu Chengye and Lai Bingxuan: “?”
What do you mean, “can’t handle losing”?
Excuse me, you’ve just provoked the two people in the entire world who can handle losing.
Qiu Chengye hoisted his sleeping bag, Lai Bingxuan hugged hers, and without a backward glance, they marched off.
Lai Bingxuan: “Haha, no one would think sleeping in a sleeping bag is such a punishment, right?”
Qiu Chengye: “I’m already bored of eight-star hotels. Who cares about this five-star one? Sleeping in a bag is fine. I’ve never even slept outdoors before.”
Director Niu revealed a triumphant smile.
A little troublemaker—this is easy to handle!
[Director Niu could become a prison warden after this show without any problem.]
[Wow, even Director Niu is evolving.]
[These are all soldiers trained by our Xie sister.]
The production team announced that everyone should change clothes and gather in the outdoor garden.
Because it was a holiday, the team suggested everyone dress nicely.
Xie Mi carefully dressed up and waited in the courtyard for Shen Yanqing.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang outside the door.
“I think this place is nice. The scenery is good, quiet, and no bugs. I’m staying here.”
“Why are you staying here? I like it too! I’m staying here!”
“I saw it first! Don’t be ungrateful!”
“Shut up, or I’ll smack you!”
“Do you really think I’m afraid of you? I’m not leaving!”
‘Screeech—’
The courtyard gate behind them suddenly opened.
The argument stopped instantly. They both turned to look at the gate.
When they saw who it was, their expressions turned from confusion to sheer horror, followed by heart-wrenching screams.
“Ahhhhh! Who are you?!”
“Holy crap, this hotel has gone wild to this extent? How are there even savages here? Could it be a tribe of cannibals?!”
Lai Bingxuan screamed continuously while Qiu Chengye stayed remarkably calm, creating a perfect “male-female duet” of terror.
The audience watching, completely clueless, was equally terrified.
[Holy crap, a savage?!]
[No! A cannibal! I’ve studied cannibals. That look in its eyes—definitely bloodthirsty!]
[It must be a cannibal! Didn’t you see it’s holding a knife?!]
[I get it now, this is the real punishment for fourth place—getting eaten by a savage!!!]
Amid the chaotic comments, a rational comment appeared:
[Wait… don’t you guys think this “savage” looks kind of familiar?]
[…Huh?]
Upon closer inspection, they really did.
The “savage” had several feathers stuck in her hair, colorful paint on her face, and two “blood streaks.”
She wore a leopard-print vest and a skirt made of leaves, and had a few twigs wrapped around her feet.
She was holding a kitchen knife and stood in the doorway with a confused expression.
Even in this outrageous outfit, Qiu Chengye faintly recognized her.
Despite his overwhelming fear, he tentatively called out:
“Xie Mi?”
The savage spoke.
“What’s up?”
“Holy crap, it’s really you?!!”
“Huh? Xie Mi? Xie Mi?!!”
Qiu Chengye and Lai Bingxuan nearly popped their eyes out.
[Holy crap, that’s Xie Mi?!]
[Only a child could recognize their parent! I stared at the screen and still didn’t guess it was Xie Mi.]
[Who even provoked Teacher Xie this time?]
“What are you two doing?”
The savage looked at the two neatly placed sleeping bags at the courtyard entrance. “Laying sleeping bags in front of my door?”
“This is your home?”
Lai Bingxuan muttered instinctively, then quickly realized, “No! You really are Xie Mi?!”
“Yes, it’s me.”
The savage looked at them strangely, spinning around to show off her outfit. “Can’t you tell? Today I’m going for the ‘Millard’ style.”
“Millard?”
Lai Bingxuan fell silent.
Qiu Chengye wanted to scold her but suddenly thought better of it and kept quiet.
“Yeah, you guys don’t know Millard style? Out of date.”
The savage grinned. “And it’s me, always ahead of the fashion curve.”
Lai Bingxuan and Qiu Chengye stayed silent—one didn’t know how to comment, the other had plenty to say but dared not speak.
As always, the audience was the most straightforward.
[Old Xie, aren’t you going for the “primitive tribe” look?]
[Huh? Millard? Isn’t she cosplaying a jaguar?]
[Hahaha, I can’t stop laughing. Someone actually believed her. Xie’s just joking around.]
“Are you serious?” Lai Bingxuan couldn’t help asking.
“Of course I am,” the savage answered bluntly. “I drew two hearts on my face. I even specially prepared a machete phone case. I’m taking this seriously, can’t you tell?”
“…Oh.”
So those two “blood streaks” were hearts she had drawn, not actual blood.
[Turns out I’m the clown here.]
A while later, another figure appeared.
A black-magic wizard.
He wore a black robe with gold trim and a pointed hat. Gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, exuding an inexplicable allure.
Lai Bingxuan and Qiu Chengye were stunned again.
[Old Xie, look! Even in cosplay, Old Shen is way more handsome!]
[Sshhh, those long legs, the black boots… sshhh]
[So the next segment is actually a masquerade ball?]
The savage explained:
“I styled Old Shen with a wasteland theme. How’s that? I’ve been studying fashion recently.”
Qiu Chengye and Lai Bingxuan: “…”
[Old Xie is studying fashion now. You guys who criticized her taste are responsible!]
[Xie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said your style was crap, but you didn’t have to take revenge like this! [crying]]
[By the way, how did Old Shen just float here?]
Someone noticed a blind spot.
Shen Yanqing, dressed in the wizard robe, had floated down slowly.
Looking closer, it became clear—he was standing on a sweeping robot sponsored by the main benefactor.
Lai Bingxuan: “You’re…”
Savage Xie Mi: “This is my special design. Witches fly on brooms, so I figured male wizards should too.”
“?”
Lai Bingxuan questioned: “But that’s not a broom.”
The savage shook her head with a smile.
“Sir, it’s… sh*t.”
