Chapter 16: Not Close
Then Lu Jiayan, knowing about the bullet comments, stopped cueing Chu Qing, and so Yu Weixi didn’t have to speak anymore.
Yu Weixi really didn’t want to talk anymore. He wasn’t Yu Jingze.
I said I wouldn’t produce any candy!
That’s it! Yu Weixi secretly vowed, if I act like a little shit and produce candy again today, then I’ll be kabedon-ed by Feng Yan!
The bullet comments had triggered Yu Weixi’s rebellious streak. Anyway, the live stream was long, a whole morning. During that time, everyone would get up and walk around, chat, look at their phones, and rest.
So, Yu Weixi, relying on the fact that his screen was anti-peeping, sent Feng Yan a WeChat message.
Yu Weixi: Are you fucking participating in this variety show with a KPI target??
Feng Yan: …No?
Yu Weixi: Then why the fuck did you cue me? Cue your mom. Cue me again and I’ll kill myself.
Feng Yan: …Oh.
Feng Yan also felt that the crazy bullet comments were not a good thing, so for the rest of the time, the two of them were completely not close.
Not close, don’t know each other, no idea.
They didn’t give each other a single glance, perfectly avoided each other in conversation, as if they were meeting for the first time.
Then it was noon. The VCRs were finished. After everyone had a slight understanding of the contestants, Lu Jiayan had the mentors play rock-paper-scissors to choose one person to draw the first contestant to perform.
It was a very casual game of rock-paper-scissors. After all, the performance order had already been decided by the companies. It was just a requirement of the show, to create a little suspense and a gimmick, to see who would be drawn to go first.
After one round of competition, fate strangely eliminated the rap mentor and Chu Qing.
So it was down to a 1v1 between Yu Weixi and Feng Yan.
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi looked at Feng Yan with a blank expression.
What kind of damned fate is this.
Hehe, fine, Yu Weixi thought. Since you’ve fallen into my hands, you can only pray for the best.
Yu Weixi decided to teach Feng Yan a lesson, to make him lose so badly he’d cry.
Cue me, will you! Cue me!
Yu Weixi secretly decided to kill the ship so thoroughly that not a single piece would remain, to let the audience in the live-stream room see his brutal, cold, and ruthless side towards Feng Yan!
Feng Yan also smiled and threw his fist on Lu Jiayan’s count.
First round, Feng Yan threw rock, Yu Weixi also threw rock.
Second round, they both threw scissors.
Third round, they both threw scissors.
…
Yu Weixi: “…”
After seven consecutive rounds of them both throwing the same thing, Yu Weixi and Feng Yan stared blankly at each other.
???
Yu Weixi: “…????”
The live-stream room was already in a frenzy.
{Destined! What’s a destined ship? This is it!}
{I’m shipping this to death, shipping this to death 555555 Xixi and Yan-ge are trying to kill me, how can they be so sweet!}
Yu Weixi: “…………”
Fuck, how is this even more unbearable than losing every round?
“Pfft…” Lu Jiayan clicked his tongue in amazement, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Are you sure you guys didn’t secretly plan this?”
Chu Qing, on the side, was dumbfounded.
What kind of miracle was this!
“Forget it.” Feng Yan shook his head and smiled. “Mr. Yu, you draw.”
Luo Yucheng seized the opportunity. “Mr. Feng is such a gentleman.”
Yu Weixi: “…”
Why should you get to be the gentleman?!
Yu Weixi also raised an eyebrow. “No, no, Mr. Feng, you draw.”
“How could I? Mr. Yu, you draw.”
“Mr. Feng is an ‘old’ senior. It’s more appropriate for you to draw.” Yu Weixi deliberately emphasized the “old.”
“Not at all, we should still let the ‘little’ friend have a go.” Feng Yan sneered inwardly. Right, he really does like Luo Yucheng. He’s jealous, isn’t he?
“Mr. Feng is participating in a variety show for the first time. You, don’t, know, anything. It’s better to let you experience it.”
Feng Yan looked at Yu Weixi with a smile.
“Fine.” Feng Yan stepped forward to draw.
Yu Weixi: “???”
Seeing that the box he had been fighting for was about to be drawn by Feng Yan, Yu Weixi felt uncomfortable again and stepped forward to block him.
Lu Jiayan, on the side, said with a dry laugh, “Um… how about I draw instead?”
…
In the end, the box was drawn by Lu Jiayan.
Feng Yan secretly sent Yu Weixi a WeChat message.
Feng Yan: Little drama queen.
Feng Yan: You’re the biggest drama queen in the world.
The shippers in the live-stream room had already reconciled with the world.
Bullet comment: {…Fuck, this is the first time I’ve seen someone play rock-paper-scissors so romantically.}
—The current state of the FengYu Super Topic: Even if I die, even if I’m nailed in my coffin, I will still shout from my grave, with my decaying vocal cords: Feng! Yu! Is! Real!
Yu Weixi didn’t want to talk. Yu Weixi was tired.
After the live stream ended and the judges had lunch, the recording of the first episode began.
In the studio hall, the judges sat in a row. The producer, Lu Jiayan, was naturally in the center.
The biggest name here was Feng Yan, and the top traffic was Yu Weixi, so they sat on either side of Lu Jiayan.
Lu Jiayan: This is so hard for me.
Lu Jiayan: I feel like a pickled fish, sour, useless, and superfluous.
The first to be drawn by Lu Jiayan was a four-member boy band, each more handsome than the last. They came up and performed a song and dance.
Their skills were basically acceptable.
“Not bad.” Lu Jiayan smiled. “Next, we look forward to your rap and acting.”
“Teachers, do the vocal and dance teachers have any comments?”
Lu Jiayan was an amiable person. He wouldn’t point out anything unless it was a major mistake, leaving most of it to the teachers. He mostly acted as a host and kept the atmosphere lively.
This non-competitive attitude had actually gained him a lot of fans.
“Nothing special, the level is visible.” Yu Weixi crossed his arms and said coolly, “You’ve been trainees for less than three months and you’re already rushing to participate in a show, right?”
Yu Weixi’s comments were always venomous. The contestants were already content that they hadn’t been cursed out.
Hearing Yu Weixi directly point out their lack of practice, the trainees were a little ashamed and lowered their heads.
“It doesn’t matter. This isn’t a dance variety show, there’s no need to specialize.” Yu Weixi shrugged. After getting Tian Yawei’s approval, he handed Lu Jiayan a “B.”
Tian Yawei also smiled. “It’s okay, just practice hard later. We’ll teach you.”
Yu Weixi’s style had always been sharp-tongued but soft-handed, giving lenient scores. A for good dancing, B for average, and even a C for those who really couldn’t dance. On the contrary, the other teachers would occasionally give out Fs.
Next was Chu Qing’s turn. Chu Qing paused and wrote a C on the form.
Just as Chu Qing was about to speak, Luo Yucheng, on the side, spoke up, “The high notes weren’t pulled off beautifully. It seems your team is missing a vocalist… right?”
“Tsk.”
Here we go again.
Yu Weixi rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, “This year’s teaching assistants are quite capable, aren’t they? Rushing to show off before the teacher has even spoken.”
…
The whole place fell silent. No one had expected Yu Weixi to be so direct.
Although Yu Weixi didn’t need to create a ship, he had his system’s KPI. He had to roast people and attract hate. Since that was the case, he might as well target that white lotus Luo Yucheng.
Yu Weixi was secretly delighted.
He had disliked this hypocritical person for a long time. It was rare for this white lotus to fall into his hands. It would be a waste not to bully someone who had delivered themselves to his door.
Chu Qing was introverted and a bit slow, so he couldn’t see it.
Last season, Yu Weixi had taken leave for two episodes. At that time, Luo Yucheng happened to be invited as a guest. For those two entire episodes, Luo Yucheng had been using Chu Qing’s sore spots and persona to climb up, subtly dissing him to the high heavens.
Yu Weixi had watched it on TV at home. Because he knew both of their true personalities, he had almost thrown up.
Luo Yucheng stared blankly at Yu Weixi, putting on a complex expression.
Three parts shock, three parts fear, and four parts grievance, sadness, and pity.
In short, utterly pitiful and apprehensive.
Yu Weixi looked at him fearlessly.
Isn’t he just maintaining a persona? Then keep it up. With that persona, Luo Yucheng can’t do anything but put on that convoluted look.
Neh neh neh.
Yu Weixi loved seeing him get flustered.
Yu Weixi continued, “Do you want to switch? Chu Qing can be the teaching assistant, and you can be the teacher?”
Luo Yucheng looked down on Chu Qing in his heart. Only after being called out did he realize that he had been too hasty. He opened his mouth but didn’t know how to respond.
“Hahaha…” Lu Jiayan said with a smile, “Xixi is talking nonsense again. In terms of music, our Yucheng is a junior who is still learning.”
“Right.” Luo Yucheng said to Chu Qing, “I still have a lot to learn from Mr. Chu. I hope Mr. Chu can teach me more in the future, can you?”
Chu Qing looked down at the form, pretending to be pondering the score, and directly ignored Luo Yucheng.
Chu Qing didn’t know Luo Yucheng, but if Xixi didn’t like someone, he didn’t like them either.
Yu Weixi raised an eyebrow. “Of course the teacher is willing to teach, but it also depends on whether the student is willing to learn, right, Mr. Chu?”
Chu Qing smiled. “Mmm, right.”
The trainees stood on the side, dumbfounded, scared silly by the mentor group that was full of tension.
Lu Jiayan cleared his throat, directly announced the ratings, and called for the next group to move past this topic.
Feng Yan, on the side, raised a slight eyebrow.
And for the rest of the time, Yu Weixi seemed to have eaten a cannonball, his cannon aimed at Luo Yucheng, firing indiscriminately.
Luo Yucheng was roasted to the point of doubting his life. Whenever he opened his mouth, he would be met with sarcasm.
Yu Weixi was so pleased that his tail was about to wag. He could both satisfy himself and earn dark energy.
The first day of recording ended just like that, with the sharp comments of the teachers, Lu Jiayan’s attempts to smooth things over, and Yu Weixi’s barrage of attacks on Luo Yucheng.
“Yan-ge!”
After the recording ended, Ji Shilin stopped Feng Yan before he got in his car.
Feng Yan turned his head and stopped to look at Ji Shilin.
Oh, it’s this guy who said he was going to pursue the little Dance King.
The man who had worked with the little Dance King in a romance movie and successfully helped him win the Stinky Tofu award.
Feng Yan smiled. “What’s wrong?”
“Um, there are some questions I’d like to ask.” Ji Shilin paused and frowned. “Are Xixi and Luo Yucheng… good friends in private?”
Ji Shilin was very confused.
Before, at the back door of the hospital, he had vaguely felt that Yu Weixi liked Feng Yan. But today, it seemed that Yu Weixi was being particularly special towards Luo Yucheng?
Ji Shilin had worked with Yao Xuhe before, and Yao Xuhe had told him that Yu Weixi would roast the people he liked, and the more he liked them, the more fiercely he would roast them. Then today…?
Yu Weixi had been roasting Feng Yan for years, but during the recording today, he hadn’t given Feng Yan any extra glances. Instead, he had been focused on Luo Yucheng the entire time.
Feng Yan smiled. “I’m not very clear either. What’s wrong?”
“Er…” Ji Shilin didn’t know how to say it.
“Xixi is just like that, he loves to roast people.”
Feng Yan smiled and shook his head. “I’ll be going now. See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow…”
Feng Yan got in the car and closed his eyes slightly.
Different…
It seems a little different?
Feng Yan was also very puzzled by Yu Weixi’s behavior today.
Logically speaking, Yu Weixi liked to roast people, but the way he roasted today was very different. It was really meant to embarrass the other person, with sharp and harsh words. Would someone who liked a person really be so twisted as to humiliate them like that…?
Although it was obvious that Yu Weixi was the one picking a fight today, and the audience would definitely curse at him, it would more or less damage Luo Yucheng’s image as well.
After all, Yu Weixi was really hitting Luo Yucheng where it hurt.
Feng Yan rubbed his temples.
