I'm crazy, don't mess with me. I just love to pretend to be crazy, remember that.

Seeing Sheng Chi's dark expression and the look of wanting to skin Si Qian alive on the spot, Director Zheng kindly offered some words of comfort:

"It's okay, it's okay, they're cute even when they're small!"

Director Zheng had just finished comforting her.

The next second, Director Zheng was kicked away—

At the same time, there is also a curse from Shengchi:

"Fuck you!"

If he can't beat Si Qian, surely he can beat a stupid director?!

[WC! What just flew out?]

[Director Zheng: I want a life that blooms in fury!]

[As expected, AI can't replace humans; after all, humans aren't that neurotic.]

Currently, only the world of Sheng Chi and the injured director has been achieved.

One is an internal injury, and the other is an external injury.

Director Zheng, feeling utterly humiliated and miserable after being bullied, left in tears.

Waaaaaah, this heartbreaking world!

The trending topic was quickly banned for allegedly violating regulations.

But ever since then, Shengchi has acquired the derogatory nickname of "microscope".

The meaning is self-evident.

Soon after, Shengchi Studio also released a statement.

However, netizens quickly noticed something amiss with this statement—

What's the difference between a declaration without a seal and an Excel spreadsheet?

It's more likely to scare unsuspecting netizens.

……

"The chili peppers from other countries don't seem to be spicy."

On the other side, Li Chuanze picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, tasted it, put down his chopsticks, and commented.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Li Chuanze waved to the waiter to come over:

"Give me your spiciest dish."

Si Qian, who was engrossed in showing off her food, looked up, casually pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and then said in a low voice:

"No need to order more, if you want it spicier, that's easy."

"You carry chili peppers with you all the time?"

After putting down her chopsticks, Mu Weiyue also looked over, seemingly somewhat incredulous.

Si Qian stood up—

Snapped!

Snap!

Without warning, Si Qian transformed into an octopus on the spot and slapped Li Chuanze across the face repeatedly.

The sound of slapping echoed throughout the store.

[Si Qian has gone mad!!? Yueyue, stop her! She's hitting your husband!!]

[Can someone please stop Si Qian? What's wrong with her?]

[Starting with her sob story and smear campaign against Sheng Ge, could Si Qian be planning to find another way to attract President Li's attention?]

[His opinion of Si Qian has turned completely black!]

Li Chuanze struggled desperately, but Si Qian swung him around until he was dizzy and disoriented.

"Stop...stop!"

Si Qian moved her hand away. At this moment, Li Chuanze's mouth was swollen high, as if he had been injected with hyaluronic acid and then coated with a layer of lard.

"are you crazy!"

In his rage, Li Chuanze's chest heaved violently due to his intense emotions.

Si Qian was very indignant that her good intentions were misunderstood and taken for granted.

When you were little, did your mom carry you to the hospital only after the rain stopped?

"What do you mean?"

A hint of bewilderment crept into his murderous eyes.

"No wonder there's a Thousand-Hand Guanyin; even these two hands aren't enough to slap you."

Pei Li calmly took a sip of his drink and spoke indifferently.

The man leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of nobility with every gesture. He nodded slightly to Li Chuanze, staring at him meaningfully before speaking:

"The pig head in the museum is fake; it's already very clear where the real one is."

Si Qian nodded in agreement and extended her hand to Li Chuanze.

Perhaps because of the psychological trauma of being slapped earlier, Li Chuanze almost reflexively stepped back to avoid Si Qian's outstretched hand this time.

Boom!

Unsurprisingly, he tripped and fell flat on his face.

I had just gotten up from the ground when I stepped onto the smooth tile again.

boom!

She fell again.

He grabbed the tablecloth in a flustered attempt to get up, but he pulled too hard and ripped the tablecloth off.

Ping Pong Pong --

Everything on the table tilted and fell over, landing squarely on Li Chuanze.

[Mr. Li, this is a bit too embarrassing...]

How can someone be so unlucky? It's so bad I could dig a castle out of the ground with my toes.

To be honest, when Teacher Strong and President Pei were swearing just now, they looked strangely compatible.

Pei Li's gaze held a hint of sympathy: "This young man truly possesses inexhaustible energy."

Si Qian couldn't stand it anymore, so she kindly grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

She patted the non-existent dust off her hands and kindly offered advice—

"Your immediate priority is to find the pickled cabbage and glass noodles, and then crawl into the pot yourself."

"I slapped you just now because spiciness is a sensation of pain. If you don't feel it's spicy, then keep slapping yourself until you feel it."

It was only after a long time that Li Chuanze realized Si Qian was calling him a stupid pig.

Li Chuanze, who was so angry at Si Qian that he actually laughed, asked with a gloomy face, "Then why don't you slap yourself?"

Si Qian said confidently, "I'm just greedy, not brain-dead."

Slap herself?

It's quite a beautiful thought.

[This is hilarious! Hahahaha, the main theme is "You can't let anyone else wrong you, right?"]

Si Qian spoke with such seriousness; whether others believed her or not, I don't know, but I did.

[Hey! That's true! This way it's spicy, doesn't hurt when you go to the toilet, and won't cause pimples!]

[Si Qian, you're a real genius!]

[Then I'll just slap myself a few times when I'm hungry, and I'll save money on noodles!]

As expected, Liu Zicheng did not deceive them.

The food at this restaurant was really bad. After Li Chuanze finished eating most of the remaining food, he suddenly felt acid reflux and vomited it up.

He could just vomit; since he couldn't find anything, he vomited it all back into the pot.

"Ugh...yue..."

The other three also felt unwell in various parts of their bodies, but their symptoms were milder than Li Chuanze's.

I was so busy talking that I didn't eat much.

Upon noticing the unusual situation at the table, the waiter who rushed over found several people sprawled out, all looking listless and pale.

"Is there something wrong?"

Sighing and bent over, Si Qian, unable to vomit, could only point at the pot and wave her hands repeatedly, unable to answer.

Seeing this, the waiter assumed there was something wrong with the ingredients.

Without saying a word, he picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful, and then tasted it.

The waiter smacked his lips; the taste seemed a little strange.

Plugs.

[Oh my god, is this food a biological weapon?]

I'm already looking forward to seeing the guy's expression when he finds out the truth!

So what this guy just drank was...

Stop talking, I'm eating, I'm about to get pregnant!

Si Qian's pupils dilated in shock: "This is not drinkable!"

Clearly, the waiter didn't understand what she meant and went straight to the kitchen to ask the head chef for help.

"Bart! You try this stuff yourself!!"

The head chef, a white man, was very indignant upon hearing this.

He immediately scooped up a spoonful, and almost instantly several pairs of Er Kang's hands reached out to try to stop him.

"Tonic medicine!"

But it was too late.

The head chef had already taken a sip—

The next second—

"yue..."

The head chef was bent over and almost vomited bile.

[Suddenly remembered my friend still has a pair of eyes to see this; I can't be the only one disgusted!]

[To pique the reader's interest, then kill the reader's interest.]

[I have read it, and it is unbearable to read. Issue an imperial edict to reward my friend.]