Chapter 86: Why Did the Production Team Follow Yan Ningsi's Arrangements?

Lan Qing immediately noticed Sang Yijia’s gaze, and naturally leaned into Shen Jin’s embrace, nodding gently, “Mm, I think so too.”

Ahhh, are they both confessing to each other?
So sweet.
Are they about to announce their relationship?
Make it official! Make it official!

Lu Wenchuan sensed Sang Yijia’s attention shift to Shen Jin, and his brow furrowed swiftly, wanting to pull her focus back.

“These are the rules for Bomb Hall,” Lu Wenchuan calmly opened the game interface. “There are four characters to choose from.”

“You want the green one?” Lu Wenchuan asked.

Sang Yijia’s thoughts returned, she lifted her eyes to the computer screen and nodded, “Yes.”

Then she remembered something, “You like green too. How about we take turns playing?”

As long as the game didn’t end, it would continue, and of course, the higher the score, the better.

“Alright.” Lu Wenchuan agreed without hesitation.

In their streaming room, thanks to Shen Jin and Lan Qing, many viewers had gone to watch their broadcast. The current online numbers weren’t many, but still much better than the single digits of the first day.

Director Chen saw tens of thousands of viewers online and let out a small sigh of relief, considering whether to buy some fake viewers for Sang Yijia, so the stream’s numbers would look more impressive.

However, not long after, Sang Yijia’s stream began to slowly gain viewers. After all, the game Lan Qing and Shen Jin were playing—Aeroplane Chess—wasn’t particularly exciting to watch.

The first round began, and Sang Yijia realized that the character selection couldn’t be changed until the game ended, making her earlier promise to take turns with Lu Wenchuan awkward.

“Um…”

Lu Wenchuan knew what she wanted to say, and interrupted her, “The walls can be blown up.”

“And then power-ups will drop, you just need to pick them up.” Lu Wenchuan quickly blew away the robots, and then glanced at Sang Yijia. She was still cautiously placing bombs in her corner, running away, then placing more bombs—never thinking about how to defeat her enemy.

Sang Yijia plays just like I do—happy to blow up things, but never people.
Hahaha, Sang Yijia looks like she’s never played before.
Tsk, I told you she was pretending. All that talk about being a family doctor is just an act. She’s never played even simple games—probably from some backwater village.

For some reason, this string of comments was noticed, and the audience began to recall.

They’re right. I don’t believe anyone gets a new computer and doesn’t play games.
When I first got mine, I wanted to play games twenty-four hours a day.
Looks like everyone’s childhood was the same.
Only those without a computer wouldn’t play games.
Look at little Sisi next door, she’s not great at it, but you can tell she’s played before.

Meanwhile, Yan Ningsi and Bian He were playing Fire and Ice. Bian He was always fond of games, so controlling these minigames came easily. Yan Ningsi hadn’t played in years, but seeing the game screen awakened deep memories.

“Keep up!” Yan Ningsi hammered the keyboard, frustrated that Bian He hadn’t caught up. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this?”

The audience was bewildered—how did this turn into an argument?

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Bian He, good-tempered as always, maneuvered his character to catch up. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I want to reach the final level,” Yan Ningsi replied honestly. “It’s rare to get paid to play games. I have to make the most of it.”

Bian He considered and agreed, “Sounds good.”

So the two began to cooperate, strategizing together.

The streaming audience commented, As long as you’re having fun.

Lan Qing and Shen Jin’s Aeroplane Chess required almost no skill—just a click of the mouse.

But…

Lan Qing glanced over at Yan Ningsi and Bian He, then at Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan. “I feel like there’s another task this afternoon.”

“Didn’t the director mention it before?” Shen Jin clicked the mouse and drew a one, so his airplane stayed grounded. Lan Qing’s luck was a bit better; she drew a two and took off.

But the robots—their luck was extraordinary, drawing six again and again, flying further every time, and soon one plane was about to finish.

Shen Jin grew anxious. He couldn’t lose face in such a simple game, so he turned to Yan Ningsi. “She was the one who came up with the question on Scholar Street last time.”

“Mm,” Lan Qing nodded. “The production team seems to follow Sisi’s lead.”

At first, Lan Qing suspected Sang Yijia had used some tricks to get into the show. After hearing Jian Hong suggest Sang Yijia probably had connections, Lan Qing wondered if she’d attached herself to some wealthy patron, hoping this dating show would be her comeback.

But now, the production team was telling her that Yan Ningsi was actually the most formidable.

Lan Qing narrowed her eyes, pondering whether things were really as simple as they seemed.

“Is it?” Shen Jin didn’t see it as anything special. “Yan Ningsi’s plans are reasonable and suit the audience’s tastes.”

Lan Qing withdrew her gaze, saying no more.

Of the three games that afternoon, Yan Ningsi and Bian He stood out—they cooperated with ninety percent tacit understanding, earning MVP of the session.

Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan barely scraped by.

Lan Qing and Shen Jin had the worst results, only managing three rounds of Aeroplane Chess.

Director Chen stepped out to announce the end of the task, and Sang Yijia breathed a sigh of relief. She could write proposals and copy, but minigames were truly beyond her.

She could recite the keyboard layout from memory, knew every letter’s location, but when it came to games, she was all thumbs, needing to look at the keys for even simple movement.

Lu Wenchuan had wanted to swap places with her, so she could use simpler keys, but Sang Yijia, unwilling to admit defeat, refused.

“Sorry,” Sang Yijia turned to Lu Wenchuan, “If I’d swapped, our score would have been better.”

“It’s fine,” Lu Wenchuan shook his head, then asked, “What do you want to eat tonight?”

No need to cook in the hotel, just head to the restaurant.

Sang Yijia remembered the buffet at lunch and frowned, “Anything but a buffet.”

She disliked food left out, with people coming and going, nothing covering it, feeling as if saliva and dust settled everywhere.

If it was in the kitchen and out of sight, she could pretend it never happened.

Lu Wenchuan nodded, “Then let’s go to the restaurant.”

“What do you feel like? Japanese? French? Something else?” He added, “The Japanese cuisine here is quite good—want to give it a try?”

Surprised? Not what you expected? That’s it for tonight’s three updates~~~~ Thought I wouldn’t finish, but I did~~~

Go to bed early, everyone~~ Don’t stay up late~~~

Good night~~~

(End of chapter)