Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 144 God Closes a Window for Her

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 God Closes a Window for Her

Sang Ning suddenly narrowed her eyes, locking her gaze firmly onto Director Sun.

Director Sun quickly averted his eyes, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and pretended to make a call: "Hello? Who are you? The signal’s bad—"

While talking, he shuffled away with tiny steps, slowly slipping behind the group of photographers.

[Director Sun: Not someone to mess with, better slip away quickly.]

[Director Sun is practically a little troublemaker, only responsible for lighting the fire, never extinguishing it.]

[Sang Ning: So all my effort these past few days was for nothing? My money, such a huge pile of money!]

While the guests were still fretting over how to cross the river, a lady with her head wrapped in a cloth floated downstream on a small bamboo raft.

"Brother and sisters, are you trying to cross the river?" The lady paddled her raft straight up to the group of guests.

The lady’s tone was anything but natural—her line delivery stiff enough to sound like she was reciting a script. Sang Ning immediately guessed that she was probably a tool arranged by the production team.

Without beating around the bush, Sang Ning asked directly: "Big sister, just say it. What task do we need to complete to ride your bamboo raft?"

"Oh, you’re an interesting one, little sister." The lady chuckled a few times before revealing the deal, "Big sis here is looking for some folks to have a singing battle. If you can finish my song, I’ll ferry you to the opposite bank."

[Singing battle? Chu Wei’s got that covered. The little songbird of the entertainment industry doesn’t have her title for nothing—there’s no song Chu Wei can’t match.]

[Lame, this task is practically a freebie. Chu Wei is definitely going to slay this.]

Just like the internet audience, as soon as a sing-off was mentioned, Sang Ning immediately thought of Chu Wei.

Pointing at Chu Wei, she sincerely said to the lady, "Big sister, what a coincidence. This little sister here is known as the human nightingale. You two can compete on your singing chops."

Having been singled out by Sang Ning, Chu Wei cleared her throat with a few light coughs. She appreciated Sang Ning’s perceptiveness—recognizing singing as her strong suit.

Chu Wei took a big confident step forward, standing tall and proud, as she walked into the fray, full of swagger: "Big sister, I’m ready. Whatever song you’ve got, bring it on."

"Alright, little sister, listen carefully." The lady standing steadily on the bamboo raft planted her hands on her hips, pinched her vocal tone, and started her song, "A person needs some face, a tree needs some bark, a lamppost needs cement."

As soon as the first verse left her lips, Chu Wei’s expression immediately changed, the smile on her face fading away bit by bit.

By the time the lady finished her verse and made a gesture for Chu Wei to respond to the next line, the smile had completely disappeared from Chu Wei’s face.

She barely managed to twist her lips into an awkward grimace, almost twitching on the spot.

All the other guests: ???

[The little songbird is stumped—looks like this challenge seriously exceeds the syllabus.]

[Chu Wei: My song database absolutely does not include mountain folk songs, alright?]

[The lady’s inner monologue: I thought a champion showed up, but turns out she’s bronze-level at best.]

"Failing to respond will mean punishment!"

Before the lady even finished her sentence, she swiftly bent down, grabbed a ladle from the bamboo raft, and scooped up a ladle of river water, flinging it directly at Chu Wei.

Chu Wei was completely caught off guard, instinctively shutting her eyes and enduring the river water attack head-on.

Sang Ning, standing nearby, was almost hit as well. But her reflexes were quicker—before the water could reach her, she yanked the nearby Chu Xi forward as a human shield.

[Chu Xi: Whether I’m human is up for debate, but you’re definitely a grade-A jerk.]

[LMAO, originally Chu Xi wouldn’t have suffered this misfortune—it’s only because she squeezed closer to watch the fun.]

"What the hell, you—" Chu Xi wiped the water from her face, too pissed to bother keeping her language clean anymore.

Sang Ning pointed at Shen Yi, who was standing nearby, with a matter-of-fact expression: "Good thing you came over, or your idol would’ve been the one paying the price. You truly deserve your title as Shen Yi’s ultimate fan."

Shen Yi: "..."

[Shen Yi: I am truly grateful.]

[Chu Xi: I don’t even know if I should laugh or cry. I sacrificed myself to protect my idol.]

[Sang Ning: It was just indiscriminate damage, don’t take it personally. Whoever stands next to me is doomed.]

Sang Ning held grudges hard—Chu Xi had made her suffer plenty in the virtual games.

Even though no one could act on their own in the games, Chu Xi’s inexplicable hostility toward her within them was clearly a reflection of real-life feelings bleeding into the games.

Before Chu Xi could retaliate, Sang Ning preemptively pinched her cheek: "Alright, be good. Brave Xixi, fear no difficulties! Protecting idols—no one but you!"

"You—" Li Sulan thought Sang Ning had gone too far and wanted to rebuke her.

Sang Ning interrupted her with a shushing gesture: "Mrs. Chu, don’t make noise. Your daughter is brewing up emotions, touched by her own act of protecting Shen Yi."

[Chu Xi: What emotions am I brewing? Brewing the urge to stab you maybe?]

"Little sister, can you guys even handle this?" The lady interrupted Sang Ning, taunting in a jeering tone, "There are so many of you, yet not one person can respond to the songs?"

Sang Ning scanned the younger members present—everyone shook their heads frantically.

She then sought help from the older ones—the response was still frantic head shakes.

"Big sister, how about I try responding?" Sang Ning decided to take a gamble, ready to bolt the moment she finished singing, confident the lady wouldn’t be able to splash her in time.

"Oh, come on now. Even the professional singer couldn’t do it—what can someone tone-deaf like you achieve?" Sang Chuan mercilessly dismantled his own older sister’s confidence.

Having failed to respond to the song and already been splashed with river water, Chu Wei was still nursing her heartbreak. Hearing Sang Ning’s proposal, even she couldn’t help but sneer: "Sister, don’t be funny. You barely know any pop songs, let alone mountain folk tunes."

Sang Ning shrugged with a completely indifferent attitude: "Worth a shot, right? Worst case, I won’t lose any skin over it. As long as I run fast enough, the water she splashes won’t catch up to me."

The lady: "..."

[LOL, the lady is way too cute—she secretly pre-scooped water into her ladle to be ready.]

[The lady: Then let’s see whether your legs are faster or my ladle-splashing hand is quicker!]

Having scooped up the water, the lady held the ladle behind her back nonchalantly. Sang Ning’s eyelid twitched as she quietly took a step backward.

"Little sister, I’ll sing it again for you—listen carefully." As the lady cleared her throat to sing again, Sang Ning silently shuffled another step back.

"A person needs some face, a tree needs some bark, a lamppost needs cement—"

The lady dragged out the tune, finishing the verse, her gaze sharply shifting to Sang Ning. At the same time, the ladle hiding behind her back was already poised and ready, waiting for Sang Ning to utter a single syllable to unleash the splash.

"Big sister, how about this response?" Sang Ning raised both hands defensively, then imitated the lady’s dragged-out tone as she replied with the next lyric: "To make progress, study more; to achieve success, work harder."

As soon as Sang Ning opened her mouth, everyone immediately covered their ears with their hands, their faces contorting in pain.

Even the lady, who had been ready to splash her, was so startled mid-action that her hand trembled, completely freezing in place.

Viewers watching the livestream frantically slammed their volume buttons, only coming back to life after muting the sound completely.

[Holy crap! My ears nearly got completely destroyed by Sang Ning’s banshee wailing.]

[Other people sing for money; Sang Ning sings for your life!]

[I’ve finally figured out which window God slammed shut for Sang Ning. Serious face—please, Sang Ning, never sing again, or you might send heart patients off with just one verse.]