After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot 39

Chapter 39

“Are you stuck, Ruan-ge?” Zong Mo asked, knowing the answer, as he watched the show with his hands in the pockets of his cotton dress.
Ruan Chi: …
He was clearly stuck.
Zong Mo lifted the cumbersome skirt and tied it in a knot at his waist. It looked uncultured, crude, and vulgar no matter how you looked at it.
He found the spot on the field ridge closest to Ruan Chi, stretched his arm to its limit, and said, “Grab my hand.”

He didn’t admit it verbally, but he didn’t hesitate to reach out. Ruan Chi naturally extended his arm and just barely placed one hand in Zong Mo’s palm.
Zong Mo closed his five fingers and gripped that hand tightly, feeling the warm fingertips that were also clutching the back of his hand at the same time. He was slightly stunned.
This feels like… holding hands.
The hands they had held before… couldn’t be called holding hands at all. It was only clutching, pressing, and gripping. In short, everything was for the convenience of business, with no feelings, only technique.
They had already done the most intimate things, yet a simple hand-holding made his heart pound.
Only when Ruan Chi gave a hard pull did he come back to his senses. He lowered his body to stabilize his center of gravity, so Ruan Chi could use his strength.

Ruan Chi managed to pull out half a leg, moved half a step with difficulty, then stopped moving again.
Closer to the edge of the mud pit, he was sinking even deeper.
Ruan Chi had no choice but to admit, “I can’t pull it out.”
“Lean on me, put all your weight on me,” Zong Mo said. “Then slowly pull your feet out. Pull the left foot, the one further from me, first. Move slowly.”
There was only half a meter between them. Zong Mo had Ruan Chi switch to wrapping his arms around his neck, while he himself held his lower back, bearing his full weight.
The person on him was heavy, not just in weight, but perhaps also with some weight of trust.
If he just threw him, Ruan Chi would fall face-first into the mud pit. Zong Mo thought with a wicked sense of humor, it would be very interesting.
“Zong Mo.”
Zong Mo: …
He understood. The impatient CEO Ruan wanted his obedient golden canary to help him pull.
“I have to support you, I don’t have a free hand. Pull it out yourself. You can do it.”
The thick, murky mud pit couldn’t be stirred up too much. Zong Mo only felt the person on him sway slightly. He didn’t know if he was trying.

“I’m tired,” Ruan Chi said.
Zong Mo: …It’s only been a few dozen seconds?
“Help me.”
What was the same CEO Ruan who usually mocked him for being younger but having less stamina pretending for?
He had never fallen into a mud pit before, but he had seen it on TV. It was indeed difficult to get out of the mud if you had no experience. It would be even more troublesome if your whole body fell in.
Fortunately, this mud pit was a rice paddy, not very deep. A person with hands and feet wouldn’t drown, at most they would be bound like a four-legged crawling animal, and then wait for the program team to rescue them.
After Ruan Chi told him to help, he really didn’t care anymore and started to slack off.
Zong Mo: …This person isn’t like this when he’s working?
Ruan Chi said by his ear, “Zong Mo, hurry up.”
Zong Mo: “Let go with your left hand. Grab my arm with your right.”
He had the arm that was strangling the back of his neck change position to make it easier to bend down and exert force.
Even so, while bearing most of Ruan Chi’s weight and also having to help him pull out his leg, Zong Mo’s balance was precarious.
The moment one leg was pulled out, Zong Mo’s lowered head had just lifted, and the person standing on the dirt road not far away suddenly came into his view.
Tall and slender, his gentle, water-like eyes rippled with surprise and joy.
Zong Mo: ?

Just as he was bent over, with Ruan Chi’s one leg suspended in the air, Zong Mo trembled in fright, suddenly lost his balance, and knocked Ruan Chi into a sitting position in the mud pit. He himself was not much better off, his two legs deeply sunk into the mud pit.
“I can’t get out either!!”
【So pitiful but so funny, hahahahaha】
【Why do I feel like these two are driving?】
【Fuck, I accidentally played it out loud. My roommate is looking at me strangely??】
【Why can he say such things so skillfully, ahhh】
【I’m afraid it’s not the first time he couldn’t pull it out (lights cigarette)】
Ruan Chi had originally only had his lower legs below the knee stuck in the mud. Now, his whole person had fallen into a sitting position in the mud pit, with only his raised knees left outside.
He was silent for a while, his anger reaching its peak, just about to erupt, when he saw Zong Mo in front of him staring blankly in the direction behind him.
Ruan Chi frowned and looked back.
The live camera switched its focus with his gaze just right, capturing the tall man standing on the side of the road.
It was noon on a weekend. The bullet comments were already lively. Now, they were completely detonated.

【Ahhh Teacher Lu!!!】
【Teacher Lu is really here! I thought the program team was lying and cursed them for several days, sry (slides on knees)】
【Is this really a live stream and not edited? How did he arrive at such a perfect time, hahaha】
【Mo Mo & CEO Ruan: Turned to mud.jpg】
Ruan Chi turned his gaze back to Zong Mo, who was still staring blankly at Lu Bo. He waited quietly for a few seconds before calling out in a deep voice, “Zong Mo.”
Zong Mo: …
The sudden appearance of Lu Bo had stunned him. Now, he was startled awake by Ruan Chi.
“I can’t get out either…” Zong Mo said, looking at Lu Bo and then at the nearest cameraman. “Um, cameraman big brother, can you go and tell Director Tu to send a few people over to fish us out…?”
Faced with this scene that seemed to be blessed by the god of variety shows, the cameraman was of course reluctant to leave. Lu Bo, who had lived in front of the camera for many years, guessed the cameraman’s dilemma and said, “I’ll go.”

Zong Mo was still hesitating whether to say thank you when, in the next moment, he fell face-first into the mud with a plop.
Zong Mo: ?
It was definitely not a fall on flat ground. Someone had grabbed his arm, and with great force!
The culprit was, and could only be, this one right now!!
【What’s the situation, where’s Mo Mo?】
【Is Mo Mo okay, hahaha】
The bullet comments weren’t worried for long. Zong Mo, afraid of suffocating to death, had quickly emerged from the mud pit, covered in thick yellow mud from head to toe, blending in with the large mud pit. Only his two eyeballs, protected by his eyelids, were particularly white.
【Hahahahahahaha】
【What kind of god-tier variety show scene is this, I’m dying!!】
【How did the camera be on Teacher Lu one second and Mo Mo fall the next?】
【Did CEO Ruan pull him? Waiting online.】
Zong Mo immediately solved the case for the netizens. He first wiped the mud from the side of his mouth, then reprimanded, “Ruan-ge! Why did you pull me?”
Ruan Chi let out a “tsk,” unconcerned. “I was trying to stand up. Who told you to knock me down?”
Zong Mo: …Forget it!

The only fortunate thing was that after seeing Zong Mo was okay, Lu Bo had strode away to get help, leaving the two of them in their sorry state with a shred of dignity.
The bad thing was, the live stream was still on. There were cameras on the side of the dirt road and on the field ridge, and there was a live cameraman holding a black camera, pointing it at them, occasionally zooming in for a high-definition close-up.
Zong Mo: …
He would never participate in a live variety show again. Even if he didn’t flip over, he would fall into a mud pit.

Thanks to the costumes provided by the program team, Zong Mo’s own clothes were not ruined. After a trip into the mud pit, he no longer had to wear the dress. A blessing in disguise!
After showering, Zong Mo changed into the rustic cotton jacket and went into the kitchen. He was tidying up the kitchenware and waiting for Qi Nanfeng to bring in the washed vegetables. Hearing approaching footsteps, he said without looking up, “Just put it on the table.”
But the person who came stood still. Only when Zong Mo looked over did he gently curl his lips and ask in a soft voice, “Do you need my help?”
Zong Mo: …
Such a familiar taste of schemes.
It was hard for him not to overthink Lu Bo’s words. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened. Why would Lu Bo bring up saving him from the wolf’s den again on a live stream?
He was afraid Lu Bo would say something reckless in front of the live stream audience and quickly refused, “No, really.”

“Hmm?” Lu Bo showed a hint of doubt. “I haven’t even said what I can help you with. Why are you so quick to refuse?”
Zong Mo: …
The main gong was too full of schemes. He would rather be reprimanded by CEO Ruan.
Lu Bo asked again, “What are we having for dinner tonight?”
Qi Nanfeng happened to bring in the washed vegetables. Zong Mo was a little relieved and said, “Just these few dishes, a simple stir-fry.”
Lu Bo nodded, “Mm, are there any more kitchen knives? Can I help you chop the vegetables?”
Zong Mo remembered that the novel had written about Lu Bo’s excellent cooking skills. After all, it wasn’t enough to just rely on the supporting characters’ help to bend the straight male protagonist.
Even the fans didn’t know Lu Bo could cook, but he would occasionally post the delicious food he made for the main shou on Weibo. The fans would naively ask which restaurant the dish was from. He was secretly showing off their love.
Unfortunately, Lu Bo had targeted the wrong person. The one before him now was not the main shou, but the transmigrated gong.
It was just cooking together. The kitchen was big enough, and it was a live stream. Lu Bo wouldn’t continue to scheme against him.

Zong Mo thought to himself, because he hadn’t followed Lu Bo back on Weibo, netizens were still pointing fingers at him. If he dared to refuse Lu Bo again on a live stream, his glass heart would definitely not be able to take it.
Zong Mo had no choice but to agree. Lu Bo took the washed vegetables, skillfully rolled up his sleeves and lowered his head, his knife skills swift and neat.
Zong Mo didn’t ask. Tu Bu, who had come over to join the fun, asked the most-watched question for the audience, “Um, Teacher Lu, can you cook?”
Lu Bo temporarily stopped his work, looked at the camera, and smiled slightly, “Mm, it’s passable.”

【What, Teacher Lu can actually cook?】
【Husband, how many more surprises do you have that I don’t know about, ahhh】
【The chef CP seems okay too, hahaha】
【I unilaterally declare that I am the first CP fan of BoMo!!】
【Pointing the way to the Po Mo CP Super Topic. Join now and become the 786th veteran fan (dog head)】
【????】
【Reject forced bundling of CPs!! Teacher Lu is beautiful on his own! Resource celebs, get lost, ahhh】
The live stream room was extremely lively. Because it was the first time Lu Bo had shown off his cooking skills, Tu Bu and several cameramen also rushed in, catching the traffic himself and taking a flurry of shots.
The sky had already darkened, and it was a bit quiet outside the kitchen door.
Zong Mo had gained a lot of favor with the passersby by taking care of Qi Nanfeng’s leg injury. Ling Han’s manager then instructed him to also go and help Qi Nanfeng with some of his work.
“You have nothing to do anyway, and you wash the vegetables so clean. Go,” the manager said.
Ling Han: …
He had previously thought Zong Mo’s acting was too good. He hadn’t expected to become a member of the hypocritical and artificial group himself.
He stood outside the kitchen with the vegetable basin, blowing in the cold wind, hesitating and unable to go in.

In the kitchen, of course, Tu Bu wouldn’t let go of the opportunity for Lu Bo to show off his cooking skills. Seeing that Zong Mo was not getting the hint, he typed a prompt on his phone screen, asking him to give up the position of head chef.
Zong Mo: …
Although he didn’t have to stir-fry anymore, he still felt a little unhappy.
Zong Mo stood to the side with nothing to do. He noticed that Lu Bo was about to add millet peppers to the stir-fried greens and quickly spoke up to stop him, “Wait, Ling Han can’t eat spicy food. Leave a few dishes without chili peppers.”
Ling Han, who had finally made up his mind to step over the threshold, was suddenly stunned.
He lowered his head and quickly hid behind the staff, silently squeezing the plastic vegetable basin into an oval shape.
This must be acting again! It must be…