This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

Come on, look at my forty-meter-long sword, and repeat what you were just saying in the chat.

[Are you all going crazy in broad daylight? Do you really think we Yao fans are all dead?]

[The urethra connects to the brain, the bladder replaces thinking, the brain and intestines are interconnected, and brain matter becomes the nourishment for your Jiang fans' confidence.]

[Before you insult our little sister, remember to show us your parents' death certificates /smile]

[Let me tell you, for Jiang Zemin's supporters, if you put a chain around their neck, step on their buttocks, and pull the chain off, they'll be like animals, trampling on two acres of land!]

...

Jiang's supporters were completely dumbfounded!

I'm usually undefeated when it comes to my rivals, but I've never seen anything like this before!

Did Wen Yao hire online trolls?

Why is everyone in the live stream siding with her?

People are naturally bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. When confronted by Wen Yao's massive fanbase, Jiang's fans immediately became obedient.

They uttered threats that weren't exactly harsh: "Wen Yao, you just wait! You just wait!"

The viewers in the live stream all laughed.

[Such a soft but firm texture]

[Okay, you'll keep Mei Bao waiting.]

What? Are you going to send a whole truckload of vans to harass our little sister?

...

Jiang Xuran, a typical opportunist, always picked on the weak. Seeing that Wen Yao was not someone to be trifled with, his eyes flashed, and he quickly slid down to his knees, even changing his form of address:

"Teacher Yunxing, what would you like to eat? I'll go with you."

Yunxing looked to Wenyao for help.

Wen Yao said lightly, "Anything is fine. Xiao Jiang, right? Lead the way."

Jiang Xuran slowly typed out a question mark.

"Teacher Wen, you must have misunderstood... We need to go on a group trip today..."

"I'm not here to sabotage you," Wen Yao said defiantly. "I'm here to join your team!"

Jiang Xuran remained silent.

Yun Xing's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes! I'm willing!"

So the two-person team quickly formed a five-person team.

Breakfast shop.

Following Yunxing's preferences, the group chose a tea restaurant for morning tea.

Yunxing ordered a whole table of desserts, feeling a little embarrassed:

"Isn't it wasteful to order so much?"

But these pastries were all very delicate, and she really wanted to try them all.

"It's okay, there are so many of us, we can finish it!" Wen Yao comforted, maximizing her emotional support. "If it really doesn't work, we can pack it up and eat it slowly at home."

"Good~"

What Yunxing liked most about Wen Yao was that she was never a spoilsport.

It's truly a blessing to be friends with Yao.

Jiang Xuran behaved himself for a while, but when he saw that the others were really just eating breakfast, he became extremely anxious.

Is it going to attract an audience if it's this bland?

A variety show should have a sense of humor.

“Let’s play a little game,” Jiang Xuran suggested. “Have you ever heard of single rhyme or double rhyme? From now on, everyone’s words must rhyme. I’ll start by demonstrating.”

He gestured with his hand near his mouth, starting to strike a pose:

"Hey, yo, I've arrived at Paradise Island today. The scenery is beautiful everywhere. I wish I could grow old here. It would be even better if you were doing well."

The live chat was filled with screams from Jiang Zemin's fans.

[Ahhh, he's so handsome!]

[Jiang Xuran, the pure and innocent young man! Jiang Xuran, the shining light of rappers! Jiang Xuran, the only substitute in the Chinese entertainment industry!]

[His freestyle rap is so impressive, no wonder he's the rising star rapper of the year!]

...

Yunxing felt disgusted, but couldn't show it, struggling to control her expression.

Wen Yao's words, however, made everyone laugh:

“My second aunt also likes to make these gestures when she performs shamanistic rituals.”

Yunxing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Xuran almost swore, but thankfully he suddenly realized that he was being broadcast live.

"Rap is a culture; some people love it, some don't, and that's perfectly normal. It seems this game is too difficult for you guys, so let's play something else..."

“I didn’t think I could rap, but after listening to you sing, I think I can too.”

Wen Yao gestured a couple of times, "Your confidence is swelling, you never break down easily, learning without thinking is futile, not thinking and not learning is enjoyable, you start to hate the job you start doing, is that what rap is like?"

Jiang Xuran was dumbfounded.

Yun Xing's eyes sparkled as she looked at Wen Yao with adoration:

"Yao-mei, when did you learn to rap?"

"Just now."

Fu Wanzhou laughed and said, "Sister Yao, I feel like I can do that too! I drink alone and get drunk, and in my drunkenness, I find myself with a beautiful woman by my side..."

“That’s shouting, it’s different from rap,” Jiang Xuran said hurriedly.

But he found that no one paid any attention to him.

Yunxing asked, "Why is it always about emperors and beauties?"

Wen Yao stuffed a red rice sausage into her mouth: "You'll understand if you translate it into plain language. Jianghu is like a KTV, emperor is like a company boss, soldier is like a security guard, and a lifetime of military service is like working as a security guard all the time."

Is it just my imagination? I actually think Mei Bao sings better than Jiang Xuran.

[Zhouzi's rap is pretty good, it has that vibe. You, as the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's entertainment circle, what kind of stuff do you watch online every day?]

[Sister, I advise you to back out. I don't care, I'm not easily offended, but my friend who did the rapping might be a little sweaty. Of course, it's not me, I'm always fine with it, I just feel indignant for my friend!]

...

Even if Jiang Xuran were an idiot, he could tell that Wen Yao was targeting him.

He finally managed to get a chance to spend some time with Wen Yao while Yunxing went to get takeout boxes and the Fu family uncle and nephew went to pay the bill.

"Teacher Wen, may I ask you a question..."

"You knew it was presumptuous of you to ask?"

"..." Jiang Xuran gritted his teeth, rubbed his eyes hard a few times, and his eyes were slightly red. "Do you hate me, sister?"

It looks just like a little puppy, with a wronged expression.

Beauty can be deceiving, but unfortunately, Wen Yao is oblivious to romance.

She picked up her chrysanthemum tea and took a sip: "I think you should quit being a rapper and go sell tea instead. It would suit you perfectly."

[Haha, Meibao can judge tea at a glance]

Wait, why could she identify Jiang Xuran but not Uncle Fu?

[A Sichuanese food enthusiast passing by suddenly fell in love with this! It's a state banquet, so I'll enjoy my meal with elegance!]

...

Jiang Xuran's gaze darkened, and he remained silent.

The camera cuts to Group B.

The style of this set of paintings is just like a kindergarten teacher taking care of two children.

Gu Yan and Lu Anbo would even greet a dog they passed by.

To see who could reach a leaf, the two jumped around under the tree for a long time.

"You're amazing for touching it!"

"You can't do it, I have to do it!"

The two even pulled Yunyue to act as referee.

"Sister Yue, do you believe I can definitely get there!"

"Sister Yue, don't listen to his nonsense, he's nowhere near as awesome as me!"

"Come on, don't embarrass yourself in front of Sister Yue."

Yunyue maintained a smile throughout until she could no longer bear it:

"Little mouth!"

A person who is always gentle can be particularly frightening when they lose their temper.

Gu Yan and Lu Anbo immediately begged for mercy, then made a zipping motion with their mouths.

"Nothing."