"Draw a lot, form three groups of two people.
Sell flowers at the market. Interesting prizes for the ones who sell the most!"
"Uhhh..."
The six participants exchanged glances with each other.
"What flower?" Lang Yuxuan asked dumbly.
"The flowers will be provided to you at the market," Uncle Wang cackled. "Just draw the lot for now."
Auntie Chen brought out a small bag. Inside were small paper balls containing all their nas.
"Co, co. We should go by seniority, hm?"
Ye Lingxia, only older than Yan Renzhong by several months, was given the privilege of drawing the na of her partner.
"Lang Yuxuan," she said with a touch of astonishnt.
Lang Yuxuan looked part relieved part disappointed. Relieved because he didn’t have to partner up with soone he hated. Disappointed because he didn’t get to form a group with Yan Renzhong.
After Ye Lingxia, it was Yan Renzhong’s turn.
His face darkened as soon as he read the na in his paper ball.
"Feng. Jie. Tang," he said, enunciating each syllable one by one.
Feng Jietang’s face practically turned grey from displeasure.
The only two people remaining automatically ford a group.
Lin Ruoye smiled at Shen Jingwei.
"Senior Shen, I will be in your care."
"There is no need to stand on formalities," Shen Jingwei answered with another smile. "Let’s work together tomorrow."
"Good luck, everyone," Ye Lingxia said. "Let’s all do our best and work toward the first prize!"
The three groups wished each other the best of luck, but the fla of competition burned brightly within them.
Well, most of them.
At night, after the last dirty dish had been washed, Lin Ruoye stopped Shen Jingwei in his tracks before he retreated to the bedroom.
"Senior Shen," she said in an earnest voice. "I think we should work on so strategy to win the competition tomorrow."
Shen Jingwei, this novice who on top of all that never followed season after season of the reality TV show, was visibly baffled at Lin Ruoye’s competitive tone.
Seeing Shen Jingwei’s surprised reaction, Lin Ruoye was quick to explain, "Don’t mistake , Senior Shen. I am not one of those competitive people who have to win every battle at all costs. I want to have a strategy to at least win the second prize. Winning the third prize, or in other words, ending up as the loser team, is going to make both of us regret ever being born."
"..."
Lin Ruoye’s ominous prediction rendered Shen Jingwei even more speechless than before.
Okay, CNC Studio and Yunhuan Entertainnt, what have you done to your poor stars?
"Actually, I have so ideas..."
Just then, Feng Jietang ca over to haul Shen Jingwei to their bedroom. He needed so bonding ti with his crush desperately.
"Ahhh, what an exhausting day. Good night, Ruoye."
Panicked, Ruoye latched onto one of Shen Jingwei’s arms, "Wait, Senior Feng! Senior Shen and I are in the middle of a discussion!"
"Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. You are going to sell flowers together, geez."
"Feng Jietang."
All three of them turned to look at Yan Renzhong, who stood so distance away from them.
"Living room, now. We need to talk."
Feng Jietang clicked with his tongue.
"Oh, sheeesh... What is so important now..."
Lin Ruoye took the golden opportunity to drag Shen Jingwei back into the kitchen and closed the door behind them.
"So, Senior Shen, my idea is this..."
Two hours later, when Feng Jietang returned to the bedroom he shared with Shen Jingwei, he found the other man soundly asleep.
Feng Jietang fell to his knees and howled at heaven and hell combined.
What kind of joke is this!
At this rate, we will not get any closer!
What is the point of sleeping in the sa bedroom then???
Lang Yuxuan and Ye Lingxia went through their own set of strategies at the sa ti, but they finished a lot later than the other two groups.
As a result, when Lang Yuxuan returned to his and Yan Renzhong’s bedroom, the latter was already asleep.
Lang Yuxuan sighed.
He proceeded to massage his sore limbs and go for a late shower. It did little to quench the drowsiness and alleviate his exhaustion, so he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning, all six of them piled onto Uncle Wang’s cart and rode all the way to the local market.
Three stalls to sell flowers had been put up in front of a flower shop. Each stall had at least 1,000 flowers of all kinds, ready to sell thoughout the day.
The florist, Madam Yang, was extrely happy to et them.
"Business is slow around this ti of the year," she lanted. "I only sell fresh flowers. If I can’t sell them all by today, I am going to sustain a lot of loss."
Madam Yang dabbed at the corner of her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief.
"Heaven has rcy. Just as I need help, people from CNC Studio reached out to provide so salespeople. And they are all so beautiful and handso, too!" She gushed.
"Particularly you, young man... I think I saw you sowhere before. Do you happen to be a singer?" She blinked at Yan Renzhong.
It had to be noted that these six participants were mainly popular among the younger populace.
The older citizens, particularly those who resided in countryside, would recognize them as celebrities from ti to ti, but would not care to rember their nas.
Yan Renzhong smiled in response.
"Madam, you are too kind. I am only an ordinary face among the crowd."
"..."
Shen Jingwei shot the surrounding crowd a look. They all craned their necks in the flower shop’s direction out of curiosity.
Which crowd was Yan Renzhong talking about, again?
And so, the three groups moved behind their respective stalls.
"The pricelist for the flowers is pasted across the table," Madam Yang inford them. "You can sell everything, including the stall if you want. You have ti until five in the evening today. The winner shall be determined based on the amount of generated profit."
Madam Yang then retrieved a whistle from her blouse and blowed into it.
"Begin!" She cried out, overwheld by excitent.
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Author’s note :
Go, go, go! Shen Shen and Lin Lin for the win~!
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