After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 217: The Husky-Voiced Beauty Sang Nanfeng Applies to Go to Battle

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: The Husky-Voiced Beauty Sang Nanfeng Applies to Go to Battle

The director was also taken aback by their words; these people really would say anything for popularity, "Alright, everyone, head to the makeup artists and get a makeup look done. This is to prevent people who know each other from colluding. After all, some well-known figures here will likely be vying to team up."

The director had something else he didn’t dare say in front of the camera, which was that he feared enemies of certain individuals might have snuck in to take their revenge, so being unrecognizable with makeup was just a precaution.

Having a high-profile figure like Mr. Si join their modest reality show thrilled and surprised him.

"Ah..." Someone in the crowd immediately voiced their dissatisfaction since some were there just for Mr. Si.

"But won’t wearing makeup for so many days damage our skin?"

"Everyone can rest assured about that," the director said with a beaming smile. "The show has purchased the best makeup available, which is minimal in damage and waterproof."

He certainly knew how important an artist’s face was; they had thoroughly vetted the makeup products.

Seeing no chance to argue, the crowd reluctantly lined up in pairs to get their makeup done.

Some astute individuals closely followed behind Mr. Si’s group, so they wouldn’t fail to recognize them later.

It was only after everyone had their makeup applied that they realized just how devious the crew was!

Having everyone change! Their! Clothes! And then shuffling the order in which they entered the deserted island, together with these bizarre makeup looks, would certainly make anyone unrecognizable.

Once everyone had changed and emerged at the entrance to the deserted island with their eerie makeup, the viewers behind the camera burst into laughter.

Everyone had wildly colored eyeshadow on their faces, bright purple lipstick, and someone even had a little turtle drawn on their cheek. Contestant number four had something special—a poop emoji.

The director held back a chuckle, "Alright, stick your numbers on and go ahead inside."

"Okay," came the lackluster response from the crowd as a large group orderly made their way into the island.

Sang Qiao looked at the number nine card in her hand, then turned to scan the densely packed crowd for Si Chenli, but it was too crowded to make out individuals.

She was about to stand aside to wait for the members to leave one by one, which would thin the crowd and make it easier for her to look.

Then, a strong hand gripped her wrist, "Come with me."

"You look rather good in that makeup," Sang Qiao recognized his voice instantly.

Though he had thick smokey makeup on, the bizarre makeup seemed to give him the air of an ancient-style handsome man—it was just the little turtle on his face that was a bit image-damaging.

Looking down, she noticed the number he was holding happened to be number nineteen.

"Weren’t you lined up beside me? How come you got number nineteen?"

"The staff made a mistake," Si Chenli explained with a cool demeanor, implying nothing about his own prior arrangement.

"A mistake it is, then. The number doesn’t matter anyway, just stick close to me." Sang Qiao slapped her own number on her back and pulled on his sleeve, leading him further inland.

Si Chenli glanced down at the bit of fabric she was holding, frowning slightly, "Is there poison on my hand?"

"Nope, I haven’t caught up yet, so I won’t take advantage of you." Sang Qiao smiled sweetly, unaffected by the turtle painting or purple eyeshadow on her face, which didn’t impact Si Chenli’s filter towards her.

Sang Qiao wore an indulgent expression, spoiling him, even the sense of ceremony in pursuing someone was well-prepared.

This was precisely the seriousness Si Chenli hoped for, yet her adherence left him feeling inexplicably unsatisfied.

"Contestant number nineteen, contestant number nine, can we pair up with you two?"

Two young artists eagerly stepped forward to ask, both from the same company, angling for camera time on the reality show.

But now, with the meddling from the production team, they couldn’t tell who was Mr. Si and Sister Qiao, who was Sang Qingran and Mr. Sang, and could only rely on intuition to team up in pairs.

Sang Qiao was just about to say it was okay because having more people meant more power, and they could complete the task sooner.

However, the sleeve next to her tightened, and Si Chenli lowered his voice and said, "Don’t team up with them."

"Why not? They’re strong and quite polite," Sang Qiao whispered back, leaning in close to him.

"Are you protecting me or them?" Si Chenli’s dark eyes gazed deeply at her, his tone very calm, but the words came out with a sense of grievance.

"Then, let’s find people who will join us in protecting you," Sang Qiao couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"Mm," Si Chenli tentatively agreed, but he knew well that he didn’t plan to team up with anyone. He could lead Qiaoqiao out of this deserted island on his own.

"Sorry, we don’t want to form a team."

"Why not form a team? You should know that the conditions and environment here aren’t good. The food provided by the production team is limited; later on, the larger teams will only be stronger."

"We just don’t want to form a team," Si Chenli did not have the young girl’s patience, and his expression showed displeasure.

Although the two of them were unhappy, they dared not show it, unable to ascertain the identities of the man and woman before them; they couldn’t risk offending them.

One by one, others came to form teams but were all driven away by Si Chenli.

Either complaining that the people were noisy or that they were too weak to withstand the wind.

Sang Qiao: "..." She could tell that Si Chenli simply didn’t want to team up with anyone.

Others had already formed their teams and started introducing themselves.

"My surname is Si, and I’m No. 11. I’ll lead everyone; no objections, right?"

"No problem, no problem!"

The largest team was that of No. 11, totaling ten people.

Si No.11 and another person, No. 23, were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, a revelation that led to much speculation among the rest.

They all sought to impress them, even offering up food as soon as they found it, leaving No. 11 to decide how to distribute it.

Sang Qiao retracted her gaze, about to tug on Si Chenli’s sleeve to move forward.

Suddenly, a tall figure stood in front of her, and a voice with a drake’s quack... a female... a female voice spoke up: "Form a team? You two are too few; if something happens, you won’t be able to look after each other."

Sang Qiao furrowed her brows; she wasn’t sure whether to call the person in front of her a beautiful woman or a handsome man.

Standing beside the drake-voiced beauty was another man, who spoke in a rough tone as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat, "We’re also a couple; let’s form a team."

Sang Nanfeng, with his bushy long hair and two lumps of paper stuffed in the front of his shirt, and teetering on a pair of high heels, doubted his life choices—especially talking with a squeezed throat was exhausting.

But to be in a group with Qiaoqiao, he endured!

After all, he and his third brother had just observed for a long time nearby and noticed that all the singles, men and women alike, had been rejected by Si Chen.

So, they figured out that this damn Si Chen wanted to be alone with Qiaoqiao.

They had no choice but to pretend to be a couple.

Sang Nanfeng initially wanted to disguise himself as a man, but... he lost rock paper scissors.

"We’re really strong; it’s just our appearance that’s subject to discrimination. Numbers 9 and 19, don’t discriminate against us."