At this moment, every staff member on-site held their breath.
From behind the curtain, a figure slowly emerged—wearing a puffy dress, a white lace veil hat, and sporting a head of strikingly alluring golden curls…
A man.
Yes, a man.
Although Fang Xubai had delicate features, he didn’t look particularly feminine. Even fully dressed like this, it wasn’t exactly an eyesore, but there was still an indescribable sense of strangeness.
The audience, moved by his self-sacrificing and dedicated spirit, showered him with mockery—no, praise:
【May I ask who this beauty is…】
【Bai Bai: I’ve sacrificed too much for this show.】
【Bai Bai, if CEO Qi is threatening you, just blink.】
【Little brother, it’s just a job. No need to risk your entire future for it.】
Under normal circumstances, Fang Xubai would rather die than submit, but he simply couldn’t resist the offer Qi Yu made—it was just too good.
A week of meal-ordering rights, no restrictions on cuisine…
For someone who could turn fried eggs into chemical weapons, this was an almost fatal temptation.
“Stop laughing, let’s go!”
He was still wearing his own shoes, keeping his head down and covering his face as he shuffled forward in small steps, determined to drag Qi Yu, who was clearly enjoying the spectacle, into the studio.
But at the same time, something no one expected happened.
“Wah yah yah yah yah!”
A loud, high-pitched, and powerful yet awkward rendition of Peking opera erupted from the dressing room.
The sound stunned everyone on the spot. Even Fang Xubai forgot to cover his face as all eyes turned toward the curtain of the dressing room.
Qi Yu frowned and clicked his tongue. “What’s all the yelling? You scared me.”
Then, Jiang Qiyu’s voice rang out from inside:
“Folks, are you ready to admire our group’s outfit that can charm both men and women?”
The live chat naturally heard her voice, and the focus gradually shifted from the “lolita” Fang Xubai:
【When Teacher Changmao goes quiet, she’s definitely up to no good.】
【Hey, you in the front, take some anti-rhyme medicine and sort yourself out!】
【I also think she’s plotting something. Why am I kind of looking forward to it?】
【Looking forward to it +1】
Hearing this, Qi Yu and Fang Xubai weren’t in a hurry to leave anymore. They simply stood to the side, waiting to see the outfit she claimed could charm both men and women.
Jiang Qiyu didn’t drag it out either. As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and pulled the curtain open!
“……”
Instantly, the entire room fell silent, and the live chat went blank.
She had a bright red headband tied around her head, a shiny red silk ribbon around her waist, and wore a simple outfit—red on top, black on the bottom—that could barely be considered ancient-style clothing, though it was far from attractive.
But even that wasn’t enough to shock everyone.
The most startling part was what she held in each hand.
“This…” Fang Xubai struggled to find his voice, trembling as he pointed at her with his lace-gloved hand. “What is this?”
“Oh, this.”
Jiang Qiyu looked down at the antique-style wine pot in her left hand and the half-person-tall executioner’s blade in her right, then grinned, revealing a carefree smile with all eight teeth on display:
“This is the finishing touch of this outfit that charms both men and women. Consider it… a fashion accessory.”
【Folks, I knew she’d pull something, but I didn’t expect her to go all the way…】
【Charming both men and women… Is she just going to kill them outright?】
【In a certain sense, she truly managed to captivate both men and women.】
【Besides a “6,” I have no other words.】
【Why isn’t Jiang Ling coming out? Are these two women teaming up for a double kill?】
After introducing her fashion items, Jiang Qiyu turned around.
Seeing her partner still dawdling behind the curtain, unwilling to show herself, she casually hung the wine jug at her waist and yanked the person inside out.
“!!!”
Thinking they had already reached their limit, the staff on-site were startled for a second time.
Jiang Ling’s outfit wasn’t as flamboyant as Jiang Qiyu’s; instead, it was quite plain.
Just… a little too plain.
She appeared wearing a stark white undergarment, her long hair almost covering half her face.
And the two most unique fashion items were a large character “prisoner” circled on her chest and a long, rectangular prop taped to her back.
Based on this outfit, it wasn’t hard to guess—this was the “death placard” used by prisoners on their way to execution.
【The details, too detailed.】
【I’d call today’s costume change task contemporary performance art.】
【Reiterating: Jiang Qiyu isn’t here for a parachute drop; she’s here for an airstrike! Everyone, this is not a drill!】
【Thanks for the invite, I’m so immersed I’ve already imagined myself as a commoner watching the execution at the market square.】
Suddenly pulled out, Jiang Ling seemed even more embarrassed than Fang Xubai earlier, desperately trying to hide her face with her hair and ducking behind Jiang Qiyu while inwardly cursing her relentlessly.
Actually, an hour ago, as soon as Jiang Qiyu went in, she started tinkering with some props, so Jiang Ling picked two relatively luxurious Tang-style high-waisted skirts from the dozens of Hanfu outfits.
She kept a pink one for herself and secretly, when no one was looking, cut the blue one’s ties until only half a centimeter remained, barely holding it together.
With this kind of Hanfu, once the ties broke, the entire outfit would fall off. When her cousin embarrassed herself in front of the live-stream camera, she’d surely cry and demand to leave the show, and Jiang Ling wouldn’t have to worry about her saying anything she shouldn’t.
But who knew plans couldn’t keep up with changes? As soon as she finished, Jiang Qiyu stormed out of the props room with a steel blade, forcing her with a sinister smile to change into this “prisoner uniform”…
Feeling the strange stares from all directions, Jiang Ling felt the outfit burning against her skin.
She hated it…
Beside them, Fang Xubai covered his mouth with his hand, looking quite charming in his outfit:
“Is this what you meant…”
He stared at them in shock. “Captivating both men and women? This is too…”
“Hey (↗)”
Jiang Qiyu raised her hand to cut him off, shaking her head with a serious expression:
“Putting everything else aside, just tell me—does it captivate or not?”
“It does… right?”
Seeing his doubtful expression, Jiang Qiyu steeled herself, took the wine jug hanging at her waist, and without another word, tilted her head back—
“Glug, glug, glug…”
She took a big gulp of the water she’d filled it with earlier, puffing out her cheeks and signaling with her eyes for everyone to watch her performance.
Then, raising the executioner’s blade in her right hand, she gathered her breath—
“Pfft—”
A fine mist of water sprayed not only onto the blade but also onto the person hiding behind her.
“Ah!”
Splashed in the face, Jiang Ling immediately jumped out from behind her, unable to hide the anger in her eyes as she pointed at Jiang Qiyu, ready to confront her:
“You really…”
“Cousin, don’t be angry.”
Jiang Qiyu, meanwhile, wiped her mouth with a grin, putting on the standard infuriating expression of an unrepentant troublemaker:
“I did it on purpose.”
“You!”
“I just wanted to pour it on you, my friend.”
“…”
Jiang Ling choked back her anger, her face flushing bright red. She shook her hand fiercely and stormed off toward the studio.
She really couldn’t stand embarrassing herself alongside her any longer.
“Sis, wait for me, cousin! Friend!”
Seeing her leave, Jiang Qiyu quickly picked up the knife and hurried after her.
One prisoner marched ahead in a huff, while an executioner chased menacingly from behind, knife in hand.
The scene was indescribably chilling.
As the two passed by Qi Yu and Fang Xubai, Jiang Qiyu managed to spare a moment to greet them:
“So, am I adorable?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
Qi Yu shot her a cool glance, unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his lips.
“…”
Jiang Qiyu stopped and frowned slightly, striking a pose. “How could you attack my taste like that, brother?”
Qi Yu’s eyes deepened with amusement, his tone softening:
“It’s not that I want to attack your taste—it’s that your taste attacked me first.”