After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 216: At most, I can only give four of you two spots

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: At most, I can only give four of you two spots

"Is the gossip on the upper floor true? Why do I find it so hard to believe? How could my Qiao Li CP possibly end in tragedy?"

"Ah ah ah, I don’t believe it. If they were over, why would they join the same reality show?"

"Can’t you see? Sang Qiao is shamelessly trying to chase after Mr. Si."

Meanwhile, the four Sang brothers also received this news and ran to sign up with the director.

The director looked troubled as he faced them, mainly because if all four of them joined, they’d only generate the same amount of buzz as one person would.

Moreover, with the addition of Sang Qiao and Mr. Si this time, countless people registered to sign up, and he was planning to pick some with high popularity.

"How about you talk it over and just one of you joins? Leave some spots for others, or maybe just have the Sang Emperor?"

The director’s words did imply that he was leaning toward the Sang Emperor’s popularity.

"Right, right, right, I’m an actor, which is more fitting." Sang Shen cast an approving glance at the director.

"Let me do it. If there are any incidents, I can also act as a doctor." Sang Qingran moved his lips and looked straight at him.

The director felt a strong oppressive presence that made him tremble, but it made sense. Sending Third Brother Sang would also save them the money of hiring a doctor for the program.

"Director, I’ll go. You can pick any of my artists, and if your program team is lacking funds, I can invest too!" Sang Nanfeng secretly criticized Sang Qingran for lacking sportsmanship.

"I’ll go." Sang Siyang had no power to compete with them, but he wasn’t willing to give up so easily.

The chance they had to see Qiaoqiao every day was far too rare, and without a doubt, this reality show was a beacon of hope.

The director was at his wit’s end, feeling desperate: "..."

His rule was always to have fifty members; even one or two extras would be unbearable for his OCD.

"I really can’t let all four of you join. At most... at most two, you guys discuss it amongst yourselves."

"Second Brother, you’ve already been on a reality show with Qiaoqiao. Let us have it this time," Sang Siyang had to use the process of elimination, given there were only two spots.

Sang Nanfeng and Sang Qingran agreed, "Be fair, Sang Shen should sit this one out."

"But at that time, I was to Qiaoqiao..." Sang Shen’s face drained of color. Every time he remembered what he had said to Qiaoqiao then, he wished he could slap himself several times.

The three Sang brothers left Sang Shen out of the loop, "That settles it, now we three will eliminate one more."

"If Qiaoqiao gets hurt, I can be helpful." Sang Qingran pointed out his advantage.

Considering Qiaoqiao’s illness had recurred last time, and this reality show involved the wilderness, with dangers evident, Sang Nanfeng and Sang Siyang had no choice but to painfully give one spot to Sang Qingran.

"Big brother, let me have it," Sang Siyang pleaded as he looked at his eldest brother.

"Siyang, why don’t you let me go? At least you got off the blacklist; I’m still lying on it."

Although Sang Nanfeng felt sorry for his youngest brother, he couldn’t give up the opportunity to spend time with Qiaoqiao, understanding all too well that Qiaoqiao wouldn’t come home.

Thus, the time during the reality show might be the only chance to spend time with Qiaoqiao.

Sang Siyang: "You’re not as attentive as me, and you can’t let go of your pride to sweet-talk Qiaoqiao."

"I can," Sang Nanfeng blurted out, feeling truly distressed upon realizing that neither Sang Shen nor Sang Siyang was on the blacklist.

He even wondered if he needed to do something that would hurt himself to win just a bit of Qiaoqiao’s tenderness.

But since Sang Shen had already used that tactic, if he were to use it too... he would feel embarrassed.

"Rock-paper-scissors?" Sang Shen chimed in again. Although he lost his chance, he endured it.

After all, his words were often unkind, he wasn’t skilled at anything grand, and he often failed at any task. Letting the other brothers go was fine as long as they could take good care of Qiaoqiao.

"Little brother, let’s not argue anymore. Let’s do it, rock-paper-scissors." Sang Nanfeng found the idea acceptable as well.

Sang Siyang clenched his hand tightly. His luck was always terrible; he never won in lotteries, always got the smallest red envelopes, and it seemed that if it rained, he’d be without an umbrella, and if he brought one, it wouldn’t rain.

He subconsciously thought... he definitely wouldn’t win at rock-paper-scissors.

"Little brother, we all want to see Qiaoqiao, and I can’t let you win just like that," Sang Nanfeng urged him when he saw that he was hesitant.

"Okay," Sang Siyang reluctantly agreed, stepping forward.

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

They both made their moves at the same time; Sang Nanfeng went with paper, and Sang Siyang with rock.

"I won, I won! Quick, quick, quick, write down my name!" Sang Nanfeng cheered, so excited he nearly smashed the director’s desk with a punch, "Bang——" freёnovelkiss.com

Director: "..." Meek, helpless, frightened.

The director quietly added the names of Sang Nanfeng and Sang Qingran to the list with his mouse.

After successfully registering, the four Sang brothers walked out together, two in sorrow, two in joy.

Sang Siyang’s dejection was too obvious, and Sang Shen couldn’t help but comfort him by wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "It’s okay, it’s okay. We can watch the live broadcast and see Qiaoqiao every day."

"Mm." Sang Siyang forced a weak smile. At least his second brother had had the experience of being on a reality show with Qiaoqiao, but he had nothing.

~

On the day the reality show started filming, Si Chenli happened to pick up Sang Qiao on the way, and they arrived at the venue together, surrounded by a huge crowd of people. There were many new faces.

Ah He must have also registered his company’s artists, but she forgot to ask who.

Now, the program staff had started collecting cell phones to prevent the participants from seeking outside help.

Other staff were distributing number cards from one to fifty to everyone, to help viewers better identify them.

"Everyone hand over your belongings and then start lining up and move forward. Don’t think about hiding anything; the scanners will detect it. After entering, you can team up on your own to look for the route to the other side of the island. We’ll be waiting outside for you."

"There will be filming crews on the island, as well as fixed cameras, so if you need to use the restroom, remember to locate the green-marked areas and avoid relieving yourselves just anywhere."

"Won’t you get filmed if you’re not in the green-marked areas?" someone from the crowd asked.

"Of course. And the cameras are clear enough to see which direction your fart is blowing." The director’s words carried an exaggerated tone, mainly out of concern that the rebellious contestants wouldn’t listen.

If someone was caught on camera in all their bare glory, their show might be shut down.

This highly detailed discussion of cameras instantly made everyone nervous, "Shit, what if someone has diarrhea? What about the viewers who are eating?"

"Holy crap, I’m eating right now. Player number four, you’re done for, on my blacklist. You owe me my snail noodle soup! I just finished cooking it!"

"Help, there’s no need to be that gross. Even if it’s not diarrhea, it’s still disgusting!"

"I’m holding up my Qiao Li CP sign high! Sister Qiao, where’s Brother Li? Why aren’t they on camera?"