A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Chen Ye took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

He squinted and examined it carefully.

Only then could I barely recognize these three guys who were scraping foundation like they were plaster on a wall.

The one in the middle, grinning and covered in wrinkles, fighting is Huang Bo.

The person on the left with a facial expression even more distorted than his dance steps is Deng Chao.

The one on the right, clinging tightly to his black-rimmed glasses and trying too hard to look cool, is Tao Zhe.

The three men had their faces covered in a pale smear and were wearing oversized black suits.

Their movements were so stiff they could have been thrown directly into the Terracotta Army pit as burial goods.

Deng Chao was bursting with confidence for this appearance.

He suddenly stopped abruptly.

Left hand covering his groin, right hand pointing to the sky!

His body twisted into an inhumanly sharp angle, he thrust forward with tremendous force, letting out a piercing, ghostly scream: "Awooo~~!"

The mysterious signal to start the group was triggered instantly.

Tao Zhe on the right looks like he's been struck by lightning, and the team fight starts instantly.

He yanked his tie askew, mimicking Deng Chao's shameful pose.

Close your eyes and tilt your head back.

A long howl: "Awooo~~~!"

Huang Bo, caught in the middle, was so shocked by the two loud howls right in his face that he trembled all over and almost broke his back.

He looked left and right in horror.

His face practically screamed: What the hell did I do to deserve teaming up with these two lunatics?

Chen Ye was completely overwhelmed by the chaotic scene before him.

A middle-aged male celebrity went crazy, without even a prelude.

"If Michael Jack saw this, he'd probably get up in the middle of the night and beat someone up!"

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and pointed to the center of the hall.

"With that deathly pale face and those agonizing screams, are you sure you're imitating the Heavenly King, or filming Uncle Nine's zombie Taoist priest?"

The live stream chat was filled with laughter.

"Help! These two demonic orbs are acting up again!"

Huang Bo: Don't come any closer! I'm just passing by!

"That underworld moonwalk, it must have been slid out by stepping on the moss of the Bridge of Helplessness!"

But Deng Chao and Tao Zhe had gone berserk.

They were completely immersed in the fictional stadium with tens of thousands of people, and even found Huang Bo, who was in the center position, to be an eyesore.

The two looked at each other.

They bypassed Huang Bo and forced them together.

The inhumane, face-to-face dance between two people has officially begun.

His shoulders jerked wildly, and his legs twitched back and forth as if they were cramping.

Strange onomatopoeic words like "chirp," "ow," and "oh ah ah" escaped from its mouth, and the wooden floor creaked under its feet.

Chen He couldn't bear to watch any longer at the dining table.

He dropped the half-eaten bun and slammed his hand on the table, standing up abruptly.

"No! Old Deng! Brother Zhe! What are you two doing?! Stop it right now!"

The two, engrossed in their art, paid no heed to the warning.

With her eyes closed, she continued to swing wildly, her soles feeling as smooth as if they had been coated with ten pounds of lard.

Huang Bo stood to the side, holding an old-fashioned top hat in his hand.

He looked at his two fellow patients with a sense of utter despair.

He sighed, slipped away along the wall, and sheepishly returned to the dining table, pulling out a chair to sit down.

Chen Ye casually poured a glass of water and pushed it towards him: "Brother Bo, you're finally out of your misery?"

"Don't even mention it." Huang Bo wiped his sweat with a tissue. "The illness is too serious; I'm afraid of infecting you."

Song Yuqi couldn't stand it anymore either.

She moved her chair closer to Chen Ye.

She leaned closer to Chen Ye's ear.

"Look at Chao Ge's legs." She covered her mouth with one hand, her shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh. "Don't they look like that plate of boiled bullfrog from last night? The curve is exactly the same."

Chen Ye was amused by this quirky metaphor.

He turned his head and lowered his voice to cooperate: "Even bullfrog legs aren't as wild as him. Brother Zhe, the godfather of R&B, has a history of his work that could be passed down as a family heirloom."

The scene showed the two whispering to each other and covering their mouths to chuckle.

It was captured completely by the camera.

The man was carefree and unrestrained, while the woman was charming and lively.

Shoulder to shoulder, the distance had long since crossed the safety line.

CP fans were celebrating the New Year in advance in the live chat.

"Kill the people upstairs to liven things up! That young couple hiding in the corner cricketing at others, it's so realistic!"

"Chen Ye's casual head tilt! You absolutely couldn't pull that off without three years of experience as a married couple!"

"This damn chemistry is incredible! Even their吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) is perfectly synchronized!"

The die-hard fans are still putting up a stubborn resistance and trying to save face.

"It was just normal conversation during the recording of the show, why force yourself to chew until your teeth rot!"

"Yuqi is beautiful on her own! No forced pairings!"

"Ex-boyfriend, please have some self-awareness and stop clinging to me!"

Regardless of the online uproar, the lobby presented an eerie sense of disconnect.

The crickets were chirping softly over the dining table.

Demons danced wildly in the central open space.

Everyone held their teacups, treating it as a free monkey show.

A few minutes later, the two "monkeys" ran out of power.

The dance came to an abrupt halt.

Deng Chao and Tao Zhe faced each other, panting heavily.

Sweat washed away the pale foundation, carving deep lines into his face.

They look exactly like two zebras.

Their eyes met intensely in mid-air.

I am not tired.

There was no social death.

They unexpectedly sparked a deep connection, like kindred spirits meeting amidst mountains and flowing water!

Deng Chao took a step forward and pressed his hands heavily on Tao Zhe's shoulders.

His expression switched to that of a male lead in a Qiong Yao novel: "Brother Zhe!"

Tao Zhe gripped Deng Chao's forearm tightly with his other hand and nodded vigorously: "Brother Chao!"

"What an exhilarating dance!" Deng Chao exclaimed, tilting his head back. "Awesome!"

Tao Zhe pushed up his slipping black-rimmed glasses.

Her eyes actually reddened.

"Brother Chao, I really regret it!"

Everyone perked up their ears.

Chen Ye stopped spinning his chopsticks, thinking to himself that this guy finally realized he was being embarrassing.

As a result, Tao Zhe's voice became passionate:

"I regret meeting you so late!"

Tao Zhe patted Deng Chao's arm: "We're so in sync! Our dancing and our voices are equally amazing, it's incredible!"

Chen Ye's eye twitched violently.

They're evenly matched!

That's absolutely amazing!

These two old babies are really shameless, aren't they?

Two middle-aged men embraced each other tenderly in full view of everyone.

They patted each other on the back.

They walked back to the dining table with their arms around each other's shoulders and swaggered confidently to their seats.

When Deng Chao sat down, he even gave Chen He a provocative glance.

The screen was flooded with comments like, "You really can't get this disease without a stroke in ten years."

After the three patients sat down.

The hall was quiet for just five seconds.

There was noise again from the stairwell.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

My shoes clattered on the wooden floor, each step feeling like dancing on a knife's edge.

Everyone turned to look.

At the entrance of the lobby.

It's just a back view again!

Chen Ye rolled his eyes dramatically.

"What happened today? Was it planned?"

Chen Ye started mocking everyone.

"Why do you always show your backside to people? Are you afraid to show your face, or you're going to scare us to death?"

next second.

Chen Ye's rant got stuck in his throat.

In sight.

The figure in the background had a head of smooth, long, golden curly hair.

Her hair swayed gently over her shoulders with her movements.

Shift your gaze downwards.

Tight-fitting black short-sleeved T-shirt.

A small section of her fair waist was exposed.

Pair it with a classic red and black plaid pleated mini skirt.

Black over-the-knee socks constricted her legs.

She was wearing black leather shoes.

The standard energetic and sexy stage outfits for a girl group!

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, inching her way toward the dining table.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Deng Chao swallowed the water he had just drunk with a gulp, his eyes wide open.

Chen He's jaw swelled up, and he forgot to chew the bun in his mouth.

Everyone knew that this was Lu Han, who had been forced to change into women's clothing after receiving three thousand yuan.

But the power of that back view is truly beyond compare!

Slender waist.

Perfect leg shape.

If you threw this on the street, it would definitely make talent scouts scramble to hand you their business cards.

The blonde bombshell finally moved to the front of the table.

Stop.

Chen Ye sat up straight, crossed his arms, and a smirk appeared on his lips as if he were watching a show.

He would like to see.

This former top-tier beauty in the Chinese entertainment industry, driven by money, can produce some truly impressive work.

The hot girl's shoulders heaved violently.

Clearly, they are making final mental preparations.

Followed by.

Suddenly, he turned his head abruptly.

Holy crap!

Chen He let out a soul-stirring exclamation, and his entire body sprang up from the chair.

When Lu Han turned around, he silenced the men.

Her originally delicate features were magically softened by the makeup artist.

The outer corner of the eye is elongated, outlining a slightly upturned inner eyeliner.

The eyelids and lower eyelids are adorned with pearlescent sequins.

The cherry red lip gloss is moisturizing and plump, completely reshaping the lip shape.

Her long, golden hair perfectly framed her face, and her parted bangs added to the overall charm.

This is not a punishment at all.

She's the epitome of a haughty young lady from a wealthy family on a clandestine trip!

Chen Ye took a closer look and burst out laughing.

The makeup artist definitely tucked in their own personal bias.

This makeup, the glitter around the eyes, the lip color—it's a complete replica of Song Yuqi's wildly popular stage performance!

And then she paired it with this sexy outfit.

Lu Han's face surprisingly bears a slight resemblance to Song Yuqi standing next to her!

He met the stunned gazes of the crowd.

Lu Han's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.

Her large, exquisitely made-up eyes were filled with shame and indignation.

He gripped the hem of his pleated skirt tightly, gritted his teeth, and roared in complete disarray:

"What are you looking at!"

"I've never seen a man dressed as a woman before!"