Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 82 She Slept Peacefully

Shen Yi couldn’t break free from the two of them. Resigned and helpless, he sighed, his eyes losing focus as he allowed them to pull him back and forth. In the end, he could only shoot a pleading look at Sang Ning for help.

Just then, the boarding announcement came over the intercom. Sang Ning glanced at Sang Chuan and Song Shiye and reminded them, "It’s time to board. How much longer are you planning to fool around?"

Seeing Sang Ning’s stern face, Sang Chuan and Song Shiye immediately stood up obediently.

Shen Yi lifted a large hand to rub his neck, turning his head side to side to ease the discomfort, and sighed in relief like a burden had been lifted.

[The guests seem to be getting along just fine; fans, stop trying to stir up trouble.]

[I’m so tired of male stars playing up their "anti-female" image, only for scandal after scandal with "sisters-in-law" to come out. Shen Yi and Sang Ning’s interaction is perfectly normal. Please have some decency and stop blaming everything on a gorgeous woman.]

Once on the plane, Song Shiye and Sang Chuan directly placed Sang Ning in the middle seat of a row, positioning themselves to her left and right.

Not wanting to disturb the other passengers’ rest, Sang Ning quickly took the opportunity to tutor Sang Chuan and Song Shiye before the plane took off.

Fortunately, the two of them had improved significantly this time, with their rate of incorrect answers dropping by two-thirds.

Twenty minutes later, just as the plane began its official takeoff, the tutoring session was complete.

"Alright, today’s tasks are finished. No matter what happens next, do not bother me!"

Crossing her arms, Sang Ning leaned back and closed her eyes, exuding an aura of "don’t mess with me."

Scared stiff, Song Shiye and Sang Chuan carefully collected their work with extreme caution, not daring to make a single sound.

Once the plane reached a stable cruising altitude, the guests gradually began to fall asleep.

Two and a half hours later, as the plane prepared to land, the flight attendant’s announcement stirred the guests awake one after another.

Sang Chuan stretched lazily and turned his head to see that Sang Ning was still asleep.

Just as he was about to wake her, Song Shiye quickly grabbed his hand. Without caring whether Sang Chuan could understand, he mouthed silently, "The plane hasn’t come to a full stop yet. Let Sister Sangsang sleep a little longer."

Sang Chuan half-understood and withdrew his hand.

When the plane finally came to a complete stop and passengers were already retrieving their luggage to disembark, Sang Ning was still sound asleep.

Sang Chuan couldn’t hold back any longer. First, he tried softly calling out, "Sis."

Seeing no reaction, he gathered his courage and raised his voice: "Sis, we have to get off the plane!"

Still no response.

Unable to help himself, Sang Chuan reached out and pushed Sang Ning’s right arm, only for her body to slump lifelessly to the left.

Song Shiye, quick on his feet, immediately caught her head and straightened her back in the seat, his face turning pale with fright.

Sang Chuan and Song Shiye exchanged glances, their faces also starkly white—whiter than a corpse that had been left cold for days.

Trembling, Sang Chuan extended his forefinger and placed it under Sang Ning’s nose to check for airflow. Frightened out of his wits, he quickly pulled his hand back, his entire body stiffening in an instant.

He-he-he-he...

He couldn’t feel any breath coming from Sang Ning!

Seeing Sang Chuan’s intensely panicked reaction, Song Shiye’s heart immediately jumped into his throat.

"Mom, Dad! Something’s wrong! Sis is gone, Sis is gone!" Sang Chuan yelled in a panic, tears welling up and streaming down his face as his heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the cabin.

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Your sister’s fine. What do you mean, ’gone’?"

Hu Zhi and Sang Youming jumped up at the sound of Sang Chuan’s wailing and hurried over to check on the situation.

Sang Ning’s personal camera operator, Xiao Zhao, was stunned into blankness. She was perfectly fine when she sat down earlier!

"What’s happening? Where’s the on-set doctor? Get over here now!"

Director Sun’s urgent and panicked voice snapped Xiao Zhao back to reality, and he quickly hoisted his camera to head toward Sang Ning’s seat.

Song Shiye collapsed weakly into his chair, clutching his head as he cried helplessly.

"What do we do, what do we do? Sister Sangsang is dead?"

"It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have asked her to tutor me. She must’ve been dumbfounded to death by my stupidity!"

[Just joined the livestream. Can anyone kindly explain what’s happening here?]

[Why does this feel so creepy? What was supposed to be a relaxing variety show feels like it’s turned into something supernatural.]

[Sang Ning’s sleeping posture looks way too peaceful. Could she really... be dead?]

"Move aside!" Shen Yi walked over to Song Shiye and, without a word, yanked him out of the seat and into the aisle.

Already scared out of his wits, Song Shiye—his legs weak—collapsed into a heap on the floor when Shen Yi tossed him aside, resembling a pile of limp mud.

Shen Yi rested a hand on the seatback, his tall frame slightly bending forward as he reached out to check for any breath under Sang Ning’s nose.

The faint warmth brushing against his fingers finally eased Shen Yi’s furrowed brows.

Lifting his head, he cast a complicated look at Sang Chuan and said, "Are you crazy or something? Your sister’s just asleep."

"No way! I clearly felt she wasn’t breathing just now—it has to be the last burst of life before death!" Sang Chuan wiped away his tears and pressed his thumb hard into the philtrum under Sang Ning’s nose, choking back sobs as he pleaded, "Sis, wake up! I promise I’ll start studying hard and stop making you angry!"

Before the on-set doctor could arrive, Sang Ning was jolted awake by the pain. Her first instinct was to flip Sang Chuan to the ground.

"I was sleeping just fine—why would you pinch me?!" Sang Ning rubbed her upper lip, her eyes tearing up as she glared at Sang Chuan angrily.

[I think Sang Ning’s acting. Who sleeps so deeply anyway? It’s hard to believe.]

[Believe it or not, some people are naturally heavy sleepers. Besides, it’s obvious Sang Ning was exhausted today. Didn’t you see her trying to catch up on sleep secretly on the bus earlier?]

[This all boils down to the showrunners being inconsiderate. Making the guests catch a plane at dawn—are they trying to kill their cast?]

[Isn’t staying up all night and rushing schedules normal for celebrities? Why is Sang Ning the only one whining?] freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Feeling the same strength in Sang Ning’s grip as before, Sang Chuan’s face finally regained some color.

"If you’re going to sleep, then sleep properly. Why’d you have to sleep like a corpse?"

Sang Chuan’s muttered complaint happened to be overheard by Hu Zhi and Sang Youming as they approached, and they disregarded the flight attendant’s protests to pull Sang Chuan aside and give him a good beating.

After what Sang Chuan had just put everyone through, Hu Zhi felt like her emotions were on a rollercoaster, her heart nearly stopping in fright. She grabbed Sang Chuan by the ear, seething with anger.

"I dare you to curse your sister again! Can’t you say something auspicious for once?"

Sang Ning stood up, still feeling groggy and muddle-headed.

She had just entered a state of deep sleep. When she went into such a deep slumber, her breathing would become so faint as to be nearly undetectable. No wonder Sang Chuan had thought she was dead.

Rolling her neck, she began stretching slightly when she suddenly froze.

Wait. She had transmigrated into this book, yet the body of the original character was responding the same way as her original body?

Sang Ning was puzzled but couldn’t make sense of it, so she decided to stop thinking about it altogether.