Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 164 Sang Ning’s Lifelong Determination

Chapter 164: Chapter 164 Sang Ning’s Lifelong Determination

"No, Director Qin, I refuse. If I really join the cast, I’ll definitely win the ’Box Office Poison’ award next year." Sang Ning rejected him mercilessly once again.

She was well aware of her own skills. Director Qin’s movies were indeed good, but she wasn’t at the level where she could carry a film yet.

The best choice was to refuse — letting Director Qin off the hook meant letting herself off the hook too.

Qin Jiaxiang was practically on the verge of a heart attack. After everything he’d said, Sang Ning still refused. Did she even care about his dignity?

"Hmph." Qin Jiaxiang rolled his eyes arrogantly. "It’s a good thing you didn’t agree. I was merely joking, testing if you were just as reckless as those traffic-star celebrities. Turns out you at least have some self-awareness, knowing your acting is as bad as a steaming pile of crap."

Normally, anyone being insulted like this would at least feel a bit of anger, even if they didn’t show it outright.

But instead, Sang Ning flashed Qin Jiaxiang a genuine smile: "Director Qin, you’re still quite generous with your praise. Online critics say my acting isn’t even as good as a steaming pile of crap. Getting recognition from a prestigious director matters more to me than their opinion. I’m really happy."

Director Qin: "..."

[Director Qin: Another day, another aneurysm.]

[Well, good thing Director Qin was joking and Sang Ning wasn’t entirely clueless, or I’d have had to start scolding people.]

Hearing Director Qin’s words, Chu Xi’s simmering jealousy finally began to cool off.

She knew it — there was no way Director Qin’s taste had suddenly plummeted to the point where he’d consider someone as low-tier as Sang Ning.

**

After three hectic days of work in the Embroidery Room, Granny Huang finally gave everyone a day off by the fourth day.

The villagers had prepared the bamboo and wood materials needed to build the altar, and today was the day construction officially began. According to tradition, a groundbreaking ceremony would be held.

Everyone in the village was required to gather at the square to witness the ceremony, including Granny Huang.

The folks from the Embroidery Room were curious about Jiangkou Village’s opening ceremony, so naturally, they joined in the fun as well.

And then, the program’s greatest medical miracle occurred—

The man who claimed he couldn’t walk for ten days and half a month, confined to a wheelchair, miraculously stood up and dashed out the door ahead of the female guests.

Everyone: "..."

Hu Zhi stared with wide eyes, tugging at Sang Ning’s hand in disbelief: "Xiao Ning, did Director Qin get hold of some miracle drug? His leg healed way too fast!"

Sang Ning watched the figure disappearing like the wind and twitched her eyelids: "That’s not a leg injury at all; he was obviously faking it."

[xswl, what a masterclass in feigned injury! Sang Ning is truly saying what we’re all thinking.]

[Turns out Director Qin is *that* kind of Director Qin. He must’ve been avoiding being tasked with cleaning shrimp lines, hence pretending to be sick while everyone else went up the hill to chop wood.]

By the time everyone arrived, the square was already filled with a bustling crowd.

Even from a distance, the center of the square showcased an approximately eight-meter-high wooden tower that had already been constructed.

Following the crowd, Sang Ning squeezed her way into the throng. When she finally reached the center, she could clearly see the structure of the tower.

The entire tower had been built from small wooden strips without a single nail, relying entirely on the principles of mortise-and-tenon joints.

The wooden tower was a hollow rectangular shape with open sides on all four directions. The foundation on the ground used a tapered platform structure for stability and support.

"Hello, Sister Sangsang, you’re here too?"

Sang Ning was staring at the wooden tower when she caught sight of Song Shiye jogging toward her out of the corner of her eye.

She pulled her gaze away from the tower to look at him, noticing Sang Chuan trailing behind him as usual.

Though Sang Chuan was clearly following Song Shiye, he managed to rush over ahead of him.

"Sis, look at me! All the wood for the tower was carried down from the mountain by yours truly." Sang Chuan beamed ear to ear, proudly showing off his achievement to Sang Ning.

"Not bad, not bad. You’ve got potential, kid." Sang Ning praised him in a tone that sounded a bit perfunctory.

But Sang Chuan remained unfazed, flashing an even bigger grin as he raised his arms, flexed his back, and showcased his impressive biceps. "Sis, feel this. Just three days in, and look how solid my muscles have gotten."

Sang Ning made a fist and playfully knocked a few times on the muscles of his arm. Well, there did seem to be a little something there.

Now Song Shiye stepped forward as well, curling a fist and flexing an arm before Sang Ning, not to be outdone. "Sister Sangsang, I’ve got muscles too! Go ahead, compare mine with Sang Chuan’s and see whose is firmer."

Sang Ning gripped Sang Chuan’s outer arm with one hand and Song Shiye’s inner arm with the other, giving each a squeeze.

After a few seconds of contemplative thought, she casually remarked, "They seem about the same — nothing particularly special."

Sang Ning was merely handling what felt like a routine task to her, but the internet erupted onscreen.

[Ahhhhhh!!! My goodness! My goodness! Please let me swap lives with Sang Ning just for this moment. She thinks it’s ordinary, I think it’s extraordinary!!]

[Wuwuwu, whoever cried jealous tears, I’m not saying anything—but being able to shamelessly feel up Song Shiye’s muscles like that?]

What did that even mean?

Sang Chuan and Song Shiye froze, simultaneously looking sideways at Sang Ning.

Both of them had been feeling pretty good about themselves, believing their muscle development was top-notch for guys their age. Sang Ning’s standards seemed impossibly high.

Still processing her remark, they suddenly heard Sang Ning add, "It’s decent, but not particularly remarkable. Not as hard as mine, though."

With that, she casually rolled up her sleeves on both sides, tugging them all the way to her shoulders. Then she struck what was undeniably a textbook-perfect flexing pose.

As she focused and held her breath, the slender contours of her arm slowly revealed toned, sharp muscle definition — beautiful lines on both the inside and outside.

Sang Ning raised her gaze, sweeping a glance to each side at Sang Chuan and Song Shiye. A subtle, confident smirk tugged at her lips: "Well? Don’t these look harder than yours?"

Sang Chuan: "..."

Song Shiye: "..."

[Pfft—! I’m dying of laughter! Sang Chuan and Song Shiye just hit the jackpot with a force of nature here!]

[Seriously, you two couldn’t have challenged anyone worse — why provoke Sang Ning, the ultimate competitor who never backs down?]

[Sang Ning: In my soundtrack, no one is allowed to be stronger than me!]

Alright, time to scram! If you can’t win, at least avoid getting wrecked!

Both Sang Chuan and Song Shiye quickly made excuses to help elsewhere and escaped as fast as they could.

Not long after, the chatter from the crowd suddenly came to a halt. The square fell into complete silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Then, a sharp, piercing voice rang out, sounding incredibly jarring.

Following the sound, they saw an elder cloaked in a black, floor-length robe, holding a wooden plaque. He emerged from the crowd on the other side, walking gracefully toward the wooden tower.