After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I’m Pampered by All

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Jumping so hard just for one point???

The earliest riser on the second day saw Sang Emperor sleeping against the wall in front of Sang Qiao’s door, “!!!”

Before long, Sang Qiao’s door was also opened, and she stared at the person asleep on the ground in silence. Why sleep at her doorstep when there’s a perfectly good room?

Maybe it was the weight of all the gazes, but Sang Shen finally woke up and instantly noticed the many pairs of eyes around him.

“Sang Emperor, what’s this about?” Meng Wange asked curiously, a suspicion forming in his mind. Could it be that he spent another night kneeling outside the door?

“Let’s go downstairs for the shoot,” Sang Shen said, without any intention of explaining and, clenching his fists, he was the first to turn away.

Even though the others had their guesses, they didn’t dare to voice them out loud, for fear of hurting Sang Emperor’s pride.

Everyone’s view of Sang Qiao changed, having not expected her to be more important in Sang Emperor’s heart than Jiaojiao.

After lining up downstairs, the director said with gravity and significance, “Today is the last day of the second period. The third period might be delayed until a month later. Close to that time, the production team will notify everyone.”

“Okay,” everyone replied in unison, secretly relieved that they could finally rest.

“Today, the production team won’t give you a hard time either. You’ll just perform your respective talents for the villagers to score as a finale. This is also to thank the villagers for their consistent care. This Siheyuan was also rented to you by them, and the daily meals are prepared by them as well.”

The director’s words were moving, deliberately omitting the part about payments made.

“This is easy; singing, dancing, anything like that, right?” Yao Hui felt a thrill run through him, his long unperformed jazz dance could finally see the light of day again!

“Yes, anything. Full marks are ten, and the group with the lowest score will regret it next period.”

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[Hiss, next period again, does the director have ulterior motives?]

[Yao Hui always says it’s simple, but every time, he’s smacked in the face. How can he still be so confident?]

[I’m dying of laughter haha, suddenly looking forward to their performances. After all, up until now in this love-themed reality show, I don’t even know what talents they have.]

“Oh right, the results of last night’s photo voting are out. The first place goes to the team of Sang Qiao and Mr. Si, with Yao Hui and Sang Shen’s team just missing out on catching up with them, such a pity.”

The director even sighed as he said this and then continued, “After the filming ends, there will be a special car from AN to take you for the couple’s shoe endorsement photoshoot. Remember not to leave early.”

“What? Our team came in second?” Yao Hui’s eyes widened in shock. They were two grown men; what were these fans thinking!

“Yes, you missed them by just a single-digit number of votes,” the director nodded.

Sang Shen: “…” A single-digit difference is considered close?

The other guests had already taken out their phones to look at the previous day’s voting results. Sang Qiao’s group had taken the first place with a staggering 50 million votes, with Yao Hui and his 5 million plus votes lagging behind, and the remaining three groups only had a few hundred thousand votes.

The expressions of everyone were complicated; how could Sang Qiao and Si Chenli, with nothing particularly outstanding about them, have such an overwhelming number of votes?

“Everyone, gather your things and we can get going. The villagers have already moved stools and are sitting beside waiting for you.”

As the director’s voice fell, the five guest pairs along with the other staff members followed him out.

Indeed, they saw a dozen or so old men and women seated. When these elders saw a group of celebrities, their faces did not show excitement, but rather, they looked indescribably complicated.

“Why does that boy’s trousers have such a big hole? Is his family very poor? It looks so pitiful.”

“What do you know? This is the style that young people like.”

The old men and women whispered to each other, discussing Yao Hui’s ripped jeans.

Yao Hui: “…”

“Cough cough cough, which pair wants to perform first?” The director suppressed a laugh and feigned composure.

“I can go first to showcase my jazz dance,” Yao Hui spoke up first, confident in the dance he had been learning for years.

“But I can’t dance jazz, I only do ballet,” Sang Jiao showed a troubled face, she had learned to dance, but not the blood-pumping jazz.

“I don’t do ballet,” Yao Hui frowned, almost forgetting that he had to perform with a partner.

The director hesitated for a moment but then came up with a solution, “How about one of you does ballet and the other jazz? Since there’s no music, it won’t affect each other.”

“No music? That’ll ruin the dance atmosphere,” Yao Hui scowled enough to kill a fly.

“It’s mainly because it’s difficult to set up a plug at this location.” And also because they didn’t buy a sound system, all to save the production crew’s budget. The director silently added the latter part in his mind.

“Then can we at least use our own mobile phones for music?” Sang Jiao wasn’t too satisfied either, her dance moves looked good, but they weren’t just reliant on music.

Director: “That’s feasible.”

After getting permission, Yao Hui and Sang Jiao each played the music they needed from their own phones, then stood on either side, beginning to get into their rhythms.

The volume of the jazz music was naturally louder than the elegant sound of ballet music, so only the soft rock song was left echoing on the stage.

Yao Hui’s shoulders twisted with a lot of force, his body moving back and forth with it, his mind immersed in his exceptionally cool dance moves on display.

Sang Jiao could barely hear her own music and had to dance in circles based on her own feel.

The villagers revealed an expression similar to an old man on the subway looking at his cellphone: “…”

One of the grandmas even shook her head, rubbing her eyes as if she couldn’t bear to watch.

[Laughing so hard hahaha, Grandma doesn’t need to show her disgust so obviously, almost poking her own eyes out.]

[Villagers: Is he trying to show off?]

[To be fair, Yao Hui’s dancing really isn’t bad, it’s just… without music it feels especially lacking.]

[And Sang Jiao’s footing is so unstable, is she really someone who has learned ballet for ten years? I feel like she’s going to fall the next second.]

By the time Yao Hui and Sang Jiao finished their performance, a large part of the villagers gave a “1” with their fingers.

The director pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling suffocated, “Sang Jiao, Yao Hui’s team gets one point.”

Yao Hui: “?” He danced so hard just for one point?

Still not convinced, he asked, “Grandpas and grandmas, are you sure you didn’t score us incorrectly?”

“Young man, we really don’t understand all that twisting and turning.”

Hearing this, Yao Hui left the stage feeling shut down, wishing he had known that the group of elderly wouldn’t understand jazz dance and should have chosen a different performance.

The next group to take the stage was Lin Weichen and Meng Wange’s team. Learning from Yao Hui’s lesson, they planned to sing, but not pop songs.

Instead, the type that best conveys heartfelt gratitude to the grandmas and grandpas!

They stood up, cleared their throats, and started singing, “I come from chance, like a speck of dust…”

Meng Wange’s voice was sweet and delicate, while Lin Weichen had a sunny, husky tone, their voices combining surprisingly well.