I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 633 - 632: Who’s Playing Dumb with the Card

Every round of self-narration begins with everyone chattering away, and we’ve all gotten used to it.

When the small talk dies down, Leader Cheng Zhirang steps in to maintain order and guide everyone back to proper self-narration.

"Let’s talk about what you experienced during this time. Who found the third card?"

The others exchanged glances, all looking innocent.

Shen Zhousong: "Not me."

Mu Qiu: "Not us either, we were reading the diary the whole time."

Chu Qiu: "Not us, we were busy shopping and didn’t have time."

Li Yang denied at a suitable moment, "Not me either."

Shu Ran snorted internally but also didn’t expose anyone, "Not me either."

"So it only leaves me?" Cheng Zhirang raised an eyebrow, "But it wasn’t me either."

This situation is common; ever since Cheng Zhirang admitted to finding the first card during the first round of self-narration, everyone else has mostly stuck to the "wasn’t me" principle.

In any case, someone must be lying.

"Then let’s start the self-narration and see who is pretending to be a fool with a card," said Guan Yu.

Li Yang, holding the card, kept a calm face.

Chu Qiu raised a hand, "Let’s start with us, our experience is quite simple.

After Chen Yi was out, didn’t we split up? I wandered aimlessly with Guan Yu around the streets, found nothing, and then heard about the third card being found.

We were all parasitized, doomed soon anyway, and now there’s a countdown to death; it’s like adding insult to injury.

So Guan Yu and I decided to go on strike, leisurely searched for food in the supermarket, then went to browse the clothing stores on the second floor.

You wouldn’t believe how detail-oriented the production team is, the clothes in those stores are actually nice! Shopping and trying on clothes is such fun, just chilling while waiting for the end.

We were unanimously passive, just wanted to eat and drink until our time comes, so we had neither time nor mood to look for the third card."

His recount was clear and logically sound, hard not to believe.

...But what kind of variety show guests really sit back to feast and shop? Are they insane?!

Perhaps the disdain in everyone’s eyes was too evident, Guan Yu coughed beside him, adding:

"We did struggle actually, but didn’t gain much, so we thought it better to entertain ourselves while waiting for the end."

"Sounds great, if you guys were on a leisurely lifestyle show."

"...Let’s not focus on just the two of us, talk about yourselves, come on."

"We’ll go second then, ours is quite simple too." Mu Qiu nudged Zhao Yu to speak.

Zhao Yu coughed and started, "After splitting up, we went to the Insect Street Dance Club to search for clues related to Guo Yin or our identities.

After all, previous clues hinted at Guo Yin showing signs of betrayal, but since his massacre didn’t work, we might have missed something important.

In the dance practice room, there was a row of lockers, with a key on one of them. We used it to open a locker and found a sketchbook.

The owner seems to be a student from the dance room, and the object in the drawings is barely recognizable as our Teacher Xiao Qiu.

In her sketch diary, she portrayed Teacher Xiao Qiu as a slightly daft, selflessly helping others, easily bullied beautiful saint...

Guan Yu: "Ugh—"

Shu Ran: "Yuck—"

Li Yang: "What the heck is that?"

Shen Zhousong: "Sorry, I didn’t expect that. Please continue."

Mu Qiu lay flat, expressionless, accepting the ridicule.

Zhao Yu held back her laughter, continuing, "But these clues were leading nowhere. Then we found another key, just as we were about to open that locker, the electronic voice announced that the third card had been found.

Like Guan Yu and her group’s thoughts, this countdown of doom is really unsettling, so we were about to give up the game and wait to be out.

But Mu Qiu eventually had a conscience, and opened that locker finding a diary. The rest of the time we stayed in the dance practice room reading it."

She described the process clearly from the time, place, and events, sounding seamless.

Cheng Zhirang listened attentively and asked, "Do you know what kind of monster it is?"

Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow with a "isn’t it obvious" expression.

Cheng Zhirang: "I’ll add a bonus."

She straightened up, crossed her hands on the table, training style, and said, "SCP-902, The Clockwork Countdown."

"According to its property, I guess the production team gave it a logic that when the countdown ends, except for the cardholder, everyone else is done for. It’s a One Net Card."

Chu Qiu: "Indeed, a true doom card."

"Director, can you pause the countdown sound? It’s making us all anxious." Shu Ran suggested.

The crew pretended not to hear.

Li Yang covered his ears, manually blocking the sound, immersed in the conversation as a victim:

"This sound really gets on one’s nerves, like we’ll all be gone in the next second. Whoever found this card surely has an easy win, none of the other cards can compare."

Mu Qiu held up a finger, "No, no, no, it’s not that bad. Despite the doom, because of the delay, we can still struggle a bit, maybe the last person standing won’t necessarily be the cardholder."

Plus, using this card has no spectacle, the production team will definitely have two more powerful cards coming.

"Even more powerful? This is already a death warrant; what more powerful things could there be?"

Mu Qiu shrugged, "Something powerful with an entertainment aspect, looking forward to it."

Li Yang’s lips curled slightly as he scratched his head to cover up and raised his hand for his self-narration, "Let me share my experience. I was on my own, running around town looking for a card.

But perhaps the staff was constantly adjusting the card’s location manually to match my luck, so I searched for so long and found nothing."

He sported a ’this really grinds my gears’ expression.

"However, when I was at the bank," his eyes rolled upwards, recalling, "I found a clue at an ATM."

Shu Ran instinctively leaned forward, frowned, and asked, "What clue? I was at the bank earlier and found nothing."

"There was, a receipt was on the ATM."