Chapter 32: Vengeance for Wrongs, Retribution for Grievances!

“The upstairs NC fan, your brain circuits are truly bizarre—need someone to remind you to defend your idol?”
“Shocking! Chu Chu’s mouth is so tiny!”
“Dog Yu, you’ve really got some moves!”
“Uh, is Miss Ji going to get sprayed all over in a bit? I won’t allow it!”
“Upstairs, it’s just a game. Wash it off and it’s good as new!”
…
Lin Jia glanced at her watch and announced the duration of this round: “Fifteen seconds.”
Next up were Lin Yu and Ji Ya. Over the past few days, most of the audience had started tuning in mainly to watch them. If they managed to pull off something novel during the competition, perhaps they could truly garner more attention.
“Are you ready, Teacher Ji / Teacher Lin?”
Just as Ji Ya and Lin Yu took their seats, Wang Fei stepped forward, blocking everyone else behind him.
“Family, it’s time for revenge! If you’ve got grievances, air them; if you’ve got scores to settle, settle them. I’ll go first!”
You rascal, you’re going down this time!
Lin Yu gave Ji Ya a gentle smile. “Boss, let me win, will you?”
Ji Ya rolled her eyes. “If you don’t cause any trouble, I’ll let you. You’d better behave, I’m your boss.”
“All your future gigs and ways to make money will be provided by me.”
“Some things, you really shouldn’t offend the boss.”
Lin Yu looked indifferent, forcibly shaking Ji Ya’s hand to signal he was ready.
“All on skill, no intimidation allowed~”
The crowd burst into laughter, and Ji Ya’s expression soured.
“Lin Yu, you’d better think carefully—do you want to win, or do you want to keep your job?”
Lin Yu grew serious, facing Ji Ya earnestly.
“Boss, it’s just entertainment. No need to be so tense, right?”
“Besides, this is a contest between teams. You wouldn’t want to lose too badly, would you?”
Ji Ya raised an eyebrow, but had no objection to Lin Yu’s words. Filming a show is all about acting anyway, just for the sake of effect. Since everyone loved watching them bicker, she and Lin Yu had just coordinated a little exchange.
The effect was there; now came the main event.
“Let’s make it clear: play as you like, joke as you wish, but don’t mess with people’s mindset!”
Ji Ya’s face was stern, Lin Yu nodded in agreement, and both rested their chins on the trays, ready for the match.
Seeing this, Lin Jia announced the start.
Lin Yu suddenly took the initiative, turning sideways and inhaling sharply, as if he were about to blast the flour straight onto Ji Ya across from him.
Ji Ya, seeing his posture, showed intense shock in her eyes. Realizing Lin Yu was just bluffing, she glared at him, clearly dissatisfied.
The crowd, having witnessed Lin Yu’s antics twice already, dared not get too close and backed away.
“This is hilarious—looks like Miss Ji is going to be the ultimate victim, hahaha!”
“Dog Yu is always up to something.”
“Let go of that girl, let me do it!”
“Alright, is that how you want to play? You’re asking for it!”
“Even daring to mess with the CEO—only Miss Ji could tolerate him, hahaha!”
“Dog Yu: After filming, I already know when my time is up, so whatever…”
“These two together are just too funny, hahaha!”
“If these two pranksters stay together, what kind of sparks will fly?”
“Upstairs, Miss Ji belongs to all of us, don’t even think about it!”
“You’re really shipping this? No shipping allowed! Stop right there!”
…
The crowd surrounded the pair, with the proudest, Si Shaozhe, squeezing up to the front.
Wang Fei was ready, poised to blow a mouthful of flour onto Lin Yu’s face.
Si Shaozhe had the same idea, but, maintaining his ‘cool’ persona, lurked in the shadows, waiting for chaos to strike before seizing the chance.
Noticing Wang Fei’s exaggerated, puckered expressions, Lin Yu and Ji Ya couldn’t help but feel speechless.
Honestly, does this guy even have all his marbles?
Si Shaozhe hadn’t noticed that his and Wang Fei’s schemes had already been seen through by Lin Yu and Ji Ya.
Suddenly, the camera focused on him. Image-conscious, Si Shaozhe immediately relaxed his guard and started showing off for the lens. Why join the show? For the camera and the fame, of course! As the camera panned, he followed along, afraid to miss a single second on screen. When the camera finally moved away, his gaze met Lin Yu’s, who wore a hint of a smile.
Si Shaozhe couldn’t help recalling his own miserable state after being sprayed by Lin Yu.
If this grudge isn’t avenged, I’m no gentleman!
He made up his mind, quietly preparing for the match, determined to cover Lin Yu in flour.
Wang Fei was already in motion, cheeks puffed red with held breath. As the match officially began, he exhaled forcefully!
Meanwhile, Si Shaozhe folded his arms, ready to enjoy the show.
The result was unexpected: Lin Yu ducked out of the way, avoiding the cloud of flour, while Ji Ya calmly raised a fan she had somehow prepared, and with a swift wave, changed the direction of the flour, covering Wang Fei’s hair in a fine white layer.
The crowd was caught in the crossfire, chaos erupting instantly: some dodged the flour, some frantically fanned it away with their clothes, others grabbed people as human shields.
Si Shaozhe was hit again, mouth full of flour, his face turning dark with rage—he was on the verge of cursing. Must these two drag him down every time?
Lin Yu’s lips curled in a disdainful smile, raising a finger and wagging it side to side, mocking Wang Fei for his clumsy move—trying to imitate him, but never surpassing him.
Ji Ya nearly burst out laughing at the sight, then saw Lin Yu give her a look. They both puffed up their cheeks, moved to the other side, and, in one swift motion, blew the remaining flour into a swirling storm.
This time, even the staff were caught up, but Lin Jia, foreseeing the danger, opened her umbrella in front of the camera, standing like a hero.
Just as Ji Ya watched the chaos, barely able to contain her laughter, she suddenly shivered, glancing sideways at Lin Yu. He opened his palm, revealing a handful of hidden flour, poised to scatter it her way.
Ji Ya reacted swiftly, thinking, How dare you ambush me? Are you out of your mind? She immediately twisted and gave Lin Yu a sharp pinch at his waist.
Hearing his contorted face and pained pleas, Ji Ya smiled triumphantly, her beautiful eyes filled with mocking ‘Is that all?’ glances.
Ji Ya raised her brow slightly; the aloof lady’s smile was striking, her breath escaping gently—an exquisite gentleness that, combined with her cool and noble demeanor, gave her an added allure.