After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 350: Public Execution, Has Actress Xu Damaged Her Brain?

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Public Execution, Has Actress Xu Damaged Her Brain?

I don’t know if it’s because he’s in a good mood or he’s conscious of the many audience members present, but Zhang Nachuan’s critiques towards the guests today are noticeably gentler than yesterday, allowing the guests to breathe a sigh of relief.

Until he got to the last piece, he glanced at it a few times, turned to the host, and nodded, "I’ve finished my critique."

Host: "...Uh, Mr. Zhang, there’s still one more work here."

"Oh, where? Isn’t this just child’s scribble, does it even need critique? Alright, let’s leave it at that!"

Host: "..."

She thought the old man was going to go easy today, but it turns out he saved it all up for the end.

Alright, you’re the authority, you’re justified!

She glanced at Jing Huai, whose face wasn’t looking too good after being harshly criticized again, and could only laugh awkwardly to smooth things over, "Thank you to our judges for the wonderful critiques of our six—no, seven—guests, and thanks to the guests for their heartfelt performances. We also want to thank our audience friends for their patient accompaniment."

After a pause, she raised her hand to signal to the large screen beside her, "Now, it’s time for the audience friends to participate live. Please pick up your scoring devices and rate the seven artworks displayed. The program team will provide generous bonuses to the guests who traveled long and hard to be with us based on your scores. Now, please rate the works you like. The scoring time is three minutes, and the countdown starts now!"

With the buttons on the scoring devices being pressed one after another, the scores for each artwork appeared in real-time on the big screen.

It’s hard to tell who’s in first place, but the last place seems pretty clear at the moment!

After Qian Yiheng finished scoring, she raised her head to look at the screen. She nodded with satisfaction at Qian Yaya’s score, glanced at the one with the lowest rank, and finally looked at the masked Jing Huai, silently thinking to herself, "Wearing that mask...I don’t know if it’s a deliberate design, but now it seems quite self-aware."

It doesn’t matter if it looks good; the key is it saves face!

The three-minute countdown ended, and the final rankings were as expected.

Jing Huai came in dead last without a doubt.

Jiang Lingxi took the top spot, leading Lin Nuo by two points.

Su Yi came in third, ahead of Shen Huchen by three points.

Qian Yaya and Lu Sen were neck and neck, with only one point difference between them.

Overall, the scores for the top six were quite close, but with Jing Huai, there was a sharp decline.

Now Jing Huai was barely able to maintain his composure, even Xu Qingmei’s smile was looking a bit stiff.

Others didn’t know, but director Chen Weiwen was well aware that Jing Huai was someone she brought into the show.

She had confidently assured them that Jing Huai had been taught by a great master and that whether it was writing or drawing, he was excellent and would not hold back the show. But now...

This is practically a public execution!

She’s furious, truly like mud that can’t be held up on a wall!

Lu Zhengzheng was quite thrilled with these scores, "I just want to ask someone if they’re embarrassed now!"

Not hearing any agreement from beside her, she turned to see the empty little stool and remembered that An’an should have already gone home by now.

"It’s okay, you should be able to see this scene on TV later."

The host’s voice was heard again from the stage, "Thank you all for your enthusiastic scoring. Those scores are really close; it seems that this episode’s guests’ works are well-loved."

Listening to a few sly laughs from the audience, the host maintained her professional smile, "Actually, at the very beginning of the recording of this episode, the program team received many excellent works for application. It’s not convenient to bring them all onto the show, so the program team decided to display these works in the exhibition hall next door. Once recording is over, anyone who wants to admire other applicants’ works can head over to enjoy them."

"As we reach the end of the program, I’ve added a voluntary participation interactive session." The host winked at the crowd, "We’ve specially selected the seven guest entries, and I won’t reveal which piece belongs to which guest. Everyone can eagerly guess, but you only get one chance. If you guess correctly, the program team will have a small gift for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sea of arms was raised from the audience immediately.

"Me, me, me!"

"I’ll do it! I love interactions, but could you tell us first what the prize is for guessing correctly?"

Qian Yiheng also raised her hand, and when the camera focused on her, she hurried to ask loudly, "Can we request the gift we want, like a piece of calligraphy from one of the guests?"

Standing on stage, Qian Yaya couldn’t help but raise her hand to cover her face.

Her aunt’s intentions were as clear as day!

Seven works of art were quickly brought to the stage by seven young women in uniform attire.

Qian Yiheng glanced and immediately recognized which one belonged to her niece.

But as everyone only had one chance, she didn’t plan to waste it on a known answer.

Her gaze quickly moved to the remaining six.

Which one could be Jiang Lingxi’s work?

From the look of the previous ’Mountain and River Map,’ she guessed Jiang Lingxi might be better at landscape painting, and among these seven works, excluding her niece’s, three more were landscape pieces.

Works submitted for competition are naturally the recent favorites of these guests, making it quite hard to distinguish.

And if you accidentally guessed wrong, there would be no second chance.

After hearing someone once again claim one of the landscapes as their own, even Jiang Lingxi couldn’t help but rub her forehead.

Several people raised their hands to guess that her ’Cat Goose War’ was theirs, but none of them guessed it was her work.

Life, indeed, is lonely as snow!

Fortunately, there’s a loophole in this guessing game, though it’s not easy to exploit.

For example, if you guess with just one of the pieces, having seven people each name a guest, one of them is bound to be right.

But there really wasn’t a group of seven people in attendance to try this strategy and take a chance on only guessing one correctly.

Remember, there are only seven small gifts in total, the competition is fierce, and cooperation? They have no idea!

"Oh right, we have three judges here who don’t know the actual creators of these works. Perhaps they’d like to guess as well."

With that, the number of competitors increased by three.

Shen Yunqing looked towards Jiang Lingxi, using eye contact to ask: Can I cheat?

Jiang Lingxi had ’righteousness’ all over her face: You cannot.

After a pause, she compromised a bit: If no one guesses it right in the end, you can do a little cheating.

Shen Yunqing: Understood!

Altogether there were fifty, no, subtracting Chen Cheng who left in a hurry, there were forty-nine audience members left.

But in a situation where everyone was on their own considering each other as competitors, after everyone had a round of guesses, two works were still left unclaimed by their correct authors.

Qian Yiheng guessed wrong too and sat back full of regret.

Now it’s a solid fifty-fifty chance!

This outcome even surprised the host, who could only look helpfully towards the judges, "Actually, the answers are almost obvious; would the three judges like to have a guess?"

Xu Qingmei didn’t feel like playing, nor was she interested in the program’s small prizes, planning just to say a random name to get it over with. However, before she could speak, a certain voice called out firmly from not far away, "Jiang Lingxi, ’Cat Goose War.’"

The host couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, "Congratulations, Mr. Shen, you guessed right!"

Qian Yiheng, still dwelling on her regret, "..."

I thought you painted landscapes, but you gave me a depiction of two small animals fighting with feathers and fur flying!

How was she supposed to anticipate that!

Also, judging by Mr. Shen’s certain tone, could it be he had already guessed it long ago?

"Now, one work remains..."

The author of this remaining work was as obvious as a giveaway question.

But since the audience had no more opportunities, they all turned their eyes towards Xu Qingmei following the host’s lead.

Xu Qingmei: "..."

She hadn’t been paying attention just now!

"Shen, Shen Huchen?"

The hopeful expressions of the crowd couldn’t help but freeze a bit.

"Wasn’t Shen Huchen’s work already guessed? I remember it was even the second to be guessed. How could Actress Xu get this wrong?"

"I now have reason to suspect that the fall just now might have affected Actress Xu’s head? Doctors from the medical team, did you check Actress Xu’s head earlier?"