Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 151 What a Show-off with the Stick

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 What a Show-off with the Stick

Sang Ning quickly noticed the highlight and tapped away on the screen, sending a message out—

[Bold of you, given your status and his status? Dare to use the word "invite"! (666)]

Although her brain was still functioning rationally, the influence of alcohol made Sang Ning’s tone less polite than usual when speaking to Li Juezhou.

Li Juezhou on the other end of the screen didn’t feel offended at all; instead, he felt a strange sense of joy.

He quickly replied—

[All thanks to Miss Sang, she’s a devoted fan of yours. She specifically got you a spot to experience it together.]

[I’m only inviting you on her behalf. If you refuse, she’ll be heartbroken.]

Recalling the last lousy game experience, Sang Ning couldn’t help but frown.

It’s only been a month, how much could that crappy game have upgraded or optimized?

So, without thinking, she refused—

[Thanks for the invite, but even devoted fans can’t morally coerce me. If I accept, the one who’d be heartbroken is me.]

[No need to discuss further, I’m tired, going to sleep first.]

Li Juezhou sent several more messages afterward, but Sang Ning never replied.

Staring at the chat box for ten minutes, with still no response, Li Juezhou finally lost interest and turned off his phone.

Even though Sang Ning rejected him, the signals she sent were actually favorable to him.

She probably didn’t even realize that her attitude towards him had at least become like that of an ordinary friend.

**

The next morning.

After having breakfast at the villagers’ house, the guests were taken back to the fields. Today’s recording theme was picking up straw.

The straw from nearly over twenty plots needed to be bundled and tied by six star families working together and then carried back to the villagers’ homes.

The production team found an old man in the area very experienced in bundling straw to demonstrate for the guests. The old man used a bamboo pole with ropes on both ends and lifted two large bundles of heavy straw.

When the old man carried the bamboo pole away, everyone hadn’t snapped out of it, their eyes glued to the old man’s back until he disappeared.

Song Shiye pushed his jaw closed with his fist, closing his awed-open mouth.

"I mean, was that old man a folk artist or something? I just watched him bundle it up, tie it, and then the straw was on the pole. At what point did I lose track? Why can’t I understand this?" Song Shiye gestured as he spoke.

[No, I just want to ask, Song Shiye, is your mouth independent of your brain, that you have to use your hand to push it closed?]

[Mouth says: I’m too shocked to close. Hand says: You attention seeker, you must close now!]

[Song Shiye’s reaction is exactly my reaction. Those two big bundles of straw look like they weigh dozens of pounds, right? The old man’s movements were so smooth that it made me feel like bundling and carrying straw is simple.]

"Director Sun, can’t you arrange a vehicle for us to transport the straw? There’s so much straw, just using a bamboo pole to carry it, we’d be at it from dawn till dusk!" Sang Chuan called out to Director Sun, hiding behind the camera.

He really felt it was too exhausting. Not only was he forced to study hard by Sang Ning every day, but he also had to work in the fields. Even scholars in ancient times weren’t this tired, right?

But this time, before Director Sun could even defend himself, Sang Ning spoke up for him.

"The terrain doesn’t allow it. This is a mountainous area, with small plots that are steep and rugged. How would a car get in here?" Sang Ning glanced at Sang Chuan and added, "Looks like you need geography lessons too. Didn’t you see the large expanse of terraced fields?"

Sang Chuan made a gun-wink at Sang Ning: "My second-grade exams are over, and as a science student, geography has nothing to do with me anymore."

Thinking that Sang Ning couldn’t do anything about it this time, Sang Chuan arrogantly swayed his hips and stuck out his tongue, sidestepping like a crab.

Sang Ning’s fists clenched, but when she caught sight of something in the corner, a schadenfreude smile curled on her lips.

With a bang, a bamboo pole hit Sang Chuan directly on the head.

He leaned to the side, instinctively clutching his head, stepping back several times to the left.

His head buzzed, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Sang Chuan was silent from the pain, but laughter erupted around him.

[Hahaha, Sang Chuan, are you daft? How could you not see such a big bamboo pole?]

[Law of conservation of smiles, smiles will never disappear, just move from Sang Chuan’s face to mine.]

[Oh dear, why is Shen Yi swinging a bamboo pole around like a monkey?]

[Sang Chuan’s life matters too. Doesn’t anyone care?]

[If even his own sister doesn’t care, how could anyone else? Sang Ning clearly saw Shen Yi playing with the pole and didn’t warn at all, just watched Sang Chuan walk right into it with amusement.]

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to." Realizing the bamboo pole had caused harm, Shen Yi quickly turned back to apologize to Sang Chuan.

Sang Chuan clutched his head, gritting his teeth: "No offense, but is there something wrong with you? What’s so fun about a bamboo pole?"

"I haven’t played with a stick in a long time. Once I picked up the bamboo pole, my muscles just reacted." He said, swinging the bamboo pole skillfully, creating a dizzying display.

Sang Chuan: "..."

[Why do I feel like Shen Yi has a natural comedic talent? He might unleash his comedy side after this show!]

[No, Shen Yi is still Shen Yi. He started his career with a stick performance, that’s his signature skill.]

[I’m telling you, entertainment world personas shouldn’t be too outrageous. This cold top-tier acting silly with a stick is disillusioning. Can we switch talents?]

[Stick performance is unique! These days, talents don’t attract followers; it’s best to have a bit of martial prowess.]

"Alright, everyone, stop standing around. We have over twenty plots. If you don’t get started, are you planning to drag this till midnight?"

Director Sun urged everyone through a loudspeaker, and they finally began to tie the small bundles of straw first.

In the corner of the field, Sang Youming sat quietly, maintaining a good distance from everyone else, trying to minimize his presence as he silently organized the straw.

"Old Sang, why are you so quiet today? That’s really not like you." Mr. Shen approached, patted Sang Youming on the shoulder, then sat down next to him.

Sang Youming didn’t even glance at him; he just turned his back on Mr. Shen and continued organizing the straw.

Mr. Shen got excited and grabbed Sang Youming’s shoulder, forcefully turning him around, displeased: "Hey, what’s with you, old thing? I didn’t get mad when you made a scene in my room yesterday, and now you’re throwing a tantrum!"