Chapter 425

The dynamics between women are truly a mysterious art.

Back at the villa, Yang Tianbao and Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni had nearly come to blows, their friendship on the verge of collapse.

Yet when they left, the two had become close again.

Arm in arm, pressed tightly together, they looked like lifelong best friends.

One called the other "baby," the other called her "Meow Boss"—all endearments.

Bai Liang watched this scene and couldn't help but marvel.

The rain outside hadn't stopped yet; according to the weather forecast, it wouldn't clear until morning.

Otherwise, Bai Liang had planned to go out tonight for a couple drinks with Xiao Liu.

This guy's doing better than ever in Japan—he's opened more than one shop; calling him a "Primordial Heavenly Lothario Body" isn't an exaggeration.

To protect the bond between these two young ladies, Bai Liang deliberately sat in the front passenger seat during the ride.

Of course, he'd much rather have driven himself.

But now it seems the entire entertainment industry knows Han Han's famous saying: Never let Bai Liang touch any vehicle.

The production team of "Trend Partners" especially understood this—they strictly insisted the driver must never relinquish the steering wheel.

They successfully avoided a Tokyo street version of "Fast & Furious."

But after arriving at the hotel, these two young ladies started causing trouble again.

Mainly, Yang Tianbao suggested going up to the bar for a drink; Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni was about to object when she heard Bai Liang casually agree—and immediately changed her mind, saying she was also very interested.

Tonight's strategy is simple: harass and wear them down.

Whether she achieves her wish doesn't matter—what matters is that the child's mother's hopes are dashed.

Yang Tianbao: Sometimes I'm just speechless. She always feels that if Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni hadn't come, she'd have definitely won Bai Liang over.

For a divorced mom wanting to find another man—who's not only handsome and powerful but can also help her career—it's not easy.

After scanning the entire entertainment circle, Yang Tianbao thinks Bai Liang is the most suitable, and her gut tells her that if she gets the chance, her success rate is extremely high.

Her experience and gathered intelligence also tell her that Bai Liang is very likely the passive type—hard to refuse others.

In short: extremely easy to seduce.

If she were Zhao Jinmai, she'd already be moaning "big brother" in a breathy voice instead of daydreaming like a girl with a crush.

Even at the same age, she could've done it at seventeen.

As for her now? Naturally, she's even better.

She's even confident she can handle all of Bai Liang's messy rumors—whether real or fake, she'll crush them all.

That's the confidence of a "last season's top-ranked player."

Then along came Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni, like a shadow.

Yang Tianbao: Sis, you've got no chance of climbing up yourself, always hesitating—just let me handle it. Why interfere?

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni: I'm a general. I don't understand what you're saying.

She hasn't even had time to go back to her room and change clothes or shoes.

She's terrified that if she looks away for a second, Yang Tianbao, that wicked woman, will lure Bai Liang into her room.

So Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni's current problem is:

"Where are my socks?" she whispered to Bai Liang while Yang Tianbao was in the bathroom.

Bai Liang grinned: "Say goodbye to your socks—they've already been listed for sale on Zhuanzhuan."

You used them to ambush me on the plane and now you want them back? No way.

Looking down at Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni's Dr. Martens, Bai Liang couldn't help but click his tongue. "You really plan to sleep with Yang Tianbao tonight?"

"Of course," Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni warned. "Don't get any ideas—she's not some naive little girl. If you get involved with her, you'll be in trouble."

"I'm not worried about that," Bai Liang paused, then couldn't help adding: "Your feet must be aching by now. It rained all day—it's damp."

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni:.

She wanted to fiercely retort that her feet smelled lovely.

But the slightly sticky feeling inside her Dr. Martens, and how long they'd been trapped there, told her—if she was still human, her feet were almost certainly aching, and she just didn't know how bad it was.

She'd been dazed when she got off the plane, slipped on her shoes, and walked out; then the crowd was thick, and she never dared ask Bai Liang for her socks back.

Her feet had been in contact with leather for so long… damn, the more she thought about it, the creepier it became.

"What are you talking about?"

Yang Tianbao emerged from the bathroom and immediately tried to join the conversation.

"We were talking about—"

"Don't you dare say it!" Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni glared fiercely at Bai Liang, as if he uttered one word and she'd drag him down with her.

So Bai Liang obediently clamped his mouth shut.

This drove Yang Tianbao frantic—no, don't stop halfway!

It was like getting halfway through something, feeling the rush build up, then suddenly freezing and collapsing—leaving you stranded.

She wanted to kick him.

Sss… that kind of description~

Bai Liang: Sister, you've got real-life experience!

The truth is, when women position themselves in the dominant, aggressive "senior sister" role, they really can say anything.

Especially after a few drinks.

But no matter what tricks Yang Tianbao used, there was always Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni quietly sabotaging her.

It drove her crazy.

"Drinking's boring. How about we play a game?" Yang Tianbao, seeing Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni clearly meant to ruin things, started brainstorming again.

"Fine." Bai Liang didn't care—he usually agreed to anything anyone asked of him.

But when Yang said the words "bet," he suddenly noticed Bai Liang's waist straighten.

She didn't think much of it, fetched two sets of dice, and grinned excitedly: "Let's keep it simple—but how about we add a stake?"

"Sure~ Are we playing dice? I'm not very good at it." Bai Liang said with a look of "shyness."

At this point, Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni remained silent, tilting her head, clearly ready to watch.

Yang Tianbao muttered inwardly: What's her game?

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni: "Play a game? If you can beat him, I'll cut off my head and give it to you."

"How about this? The loser not only drinks, but must also fulfill one request from the winner. What do you say?" Yang Tianbao grinned at Bai Liang.

"Sure! Let's start!"

Bai Liang rubbed his hands—he always had a strong interest in this kind of activity.

Yang Tianbao declared: "Brother, you're doomed! I've been hanging out in nightclubs since I was fifteen—I know these games better than you know your own dick!"

She was already mentally planning what "small request" to make.

But before they began, she looked at Bai Liang with a hint of "shyness" and asked: "If you win, what will you ask me to do?"

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni: "This glass is insane!"

After drinking two cups, Yang Tianbao became even less restrained, as if gradually deciding to play her cards openly.

If not for Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni constantly ruining things, she wouldn't have been this blunt.

What else can she do now? Obviously, she should flirt more obviously~

"The loser…" Bai Liang seemed to think of a brilliant idea, a strange smile spreading across his face.

Seeing his expression, Yang Tianbao couldn't help but laugh too—come to Sister's bowl!

Then, at that moment, the Sigma man emitted a knee-weakening bubble sound:

"The loser must kowtow to the winner!"

Yang Tianbao froze, stammering: "Kowtow?!"

In that instant, she suddenly wanted to find a mirror—was her face okay? Could this kid really have no ulterior motive?

Bai Liang: "Usually, it's the girls who have designs on me. Whether they succeed depends entirely on their own performance."

But Yang Tianbao was given a chance—if she actually won, Bai Liang would start doubting his luck.

This was far more serious than "losing one's virtue."

Meanwhile, Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni stayed silent, wanting to laugh, yet her expression was oddly strained.

Clearly, she was very familiar with this scene.

Back when she was bored on the set of "The Longest Day in Chang'an," she'd also made a bet with Bai Liang—damn it, it was also a kowtow match.

But Yang Tianbao quickly began to misinterpret things, suddenly feeling uneasy: Could this kid be some kind of pervert? He looks so gentle…

Anyway, win first!

No matter if he's S or M, she had to take control.

Yang Tianbao was confident. Yang Tianbao was careless. Yang Tianbao was confused. Yang Tianbao questioned her entire existence.

Half an hour later, watching the "drunk" Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni and Yang Tianbao, Bai Liang thought: No wonder they're besties.

Yang Tianbao lost sixteen rounds in a row—and even now, she was trying to weasel out of just one kowtow.

Both of them now owed him a kowtow, and neither even bothered to write an IOU.

He grabbed one in each hand, half-hugging, half-supporting them as he led them back to their room.

Of course, he wasn't taking advantage to carry them off to his own room for some evil threesome.

He brought them both to Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni's room.

Along the way, Bai Liang collected a little interest—those tiny waists were quite enticing, but unfortunately the measurements weren't quite enough.

They rubbed against his arms for a long time, but the sensation wasn't strong.

Not like Big Mi Mi or Sister Tian Tian—they just sank right in.

At first, their hands were a little unsteady, as if trying to grope him under the pretense of drunkenness.

To be fair, the big sister players really knew how to do it~

That technique… made him feel oddly itchy.

But when those two hands met on a certain spot of Bai Liang's body, they instantly went from nimble to rigid—he could feel both their soft bodies stiffen.

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni had been doing something naughty herself, but the moment her hand met Yang Tianbao's, she instantly turned into a "righteous enforcer" and struck her without hesitation.

"Ah~"

Yang Tianbao winced in pain and quickly pulled away.

In her panic, she somehow found a relatively safe and warm place to hide.

Now it was Bai Liang's turn to stiffen.

Sister is a freshly fired bad porcelain—burned to a crisp!

After putting them to bed, Bai Liang had planned to leave right after setting them down, but just as he reached the door, he turned back, grinned, pinched his nose, and took off Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni's shoes.

After hearing the door close, the two "drunk" sister players opened their half-closed eyes almost simultaneously.

"Miao Zong, why do you always ruin my chances?"

"Ungrateful. I'm helping you—don't you know how many people are eyeing him and want to take your place? You don't even have Huang Mr. anymore—you can't hold out."

Yang Tianbao really wanted to say defiantly: I've gotten this far all on my own!

But her behavior today already said plenty.

If she really liked relying on herself, why bother seducing Bai Liang?

Realizing Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni was here, success was impossible, Yang Tianbao stopped dwelling on it.

This time won't work, let's talk next time~

She didn't believe Hui could always run into roadblocks.

At that moment, Yang Tianbao suddenly sniffed her nose, "Chief Miao, what's that smell? Sour."

Following the scent, she quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

But after covering them, she felt something was off, so she immediately switched to her other hand.

One minute later, the two girls' "girlfriend bond" shattered again.

One wanted to run, the other wanted to stay; in the end, they were helplessly locked in.

The next day, when Bai Liang saw Yang Tianbao again, he felt there was a strange expression on her face, as if she'd been "messed with."

She also didn't seem to have slept well—dark circles were clearly visible.

She'd probably need a heavy makeup job before recording the show.

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni was about the same, her complexion in terrible shape.

The two of them looked like they'd sneaked off to an internet cafe all night.

Meanwhile, their gazes at Bai Liang were strange—Yang Tianbao's expression was full of grievance, as if he were some "faithless lover."

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni, meanwhile, gave off the vibe of "this time you owe me."

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni: Who understands? I caught this beaker three times last night—do you really want to sneak off to knock on Bai Liang's door?

Yang Tianbao: Fuck, I just want to sleep in my own room—how the hell am I supposed to sleep with your feet stinking?

But strangely, she could never get used to the smell of sour feet, yet after smelling the scent on her hands a few times, she found it oddly addictive.

She couldn't tell which one was really keeping her from sleeping.

The two senior female contestants were listless; among the women, only Zhao Jinmai was bursting with energy.

She was like an outgoing little superhero—during today's recording, even though she didn't understand Japanese, she managed to gesture wildly with Japanese customers in the store and sold several pieces of clothing purely through gestures.

Among the show's regular guests, she alone seemed genuinely engaged and interested in completing the program's tasks, full of drive.

Today, the production team of "Trend Partners" split the guests into two teams, trying to create a sense of competition.

It was utterly useless.

Wu Moufan didn't know what bad luck he'd hit this morning—he looked utterly devastated.

Yang Tianbao was again in a dazed, feverish state, completely out of it the whole time.

Pan Weibo and Fokesi just hung back, doing nothing.

Pan Weibo had figured it out: he'd better not get involved in whatever was going on between these two guys—after all, it was just a job, might as well slack off.

Fokesi copied him, though he didn't fully understand—he sensed Wu Moufan was losing control.

"Big Brother" was down, so what could a little brother from "The Rap of China" possibly do?

Production team: Fuck, snap out of it, you guys!

With no other choice, they had to turn to Bai Liang and ask him to be a bit more active, see if he could generate some show effect.

For such a reasonable request, Bai Liang naturally wouldn't refuse.

He'd originally been watching the little girl Zhao Jinmai bounce around, occasionally helping out as a translator, playing a supporting role.

After all, he wasn't very skilled in fashion, nor did he understand the so-called trends—the few fashion magazines he'd read on the plane hadn't helped much.

But he was confident.

Confidence is peak.

When you don't know what to say, daring to bullshit is also a skill.

Spaghetti should be mixed with concrete No. 42!

Believe in belief.

The world can be idealistic!

Look into my eyes, bro—so sincere—would I lie to you?

Speak boldly, recommend whatever the hell you want.

Selling is basically the same as being a star—sort of, you're selling "yourself."

Bai Liang, with his super brain, was excellent at drawing analogies.

Although some of the outfits he recommended to customers were actually quite ugly—he knew zero about fashion.

But some customers, seeing his confidence and sincere, earnest gaze, couldn't help but believe him and happily bought the ugly clothes~

Several Japanese guys and Western tourists in Japan got fooled this way.

This kind of thing mostly worked on male customers; female customers rarely needed to be fooled.

If not for the recording, a Tokyo local wealthy woman who recognized him almost waved her hand and bought out the entire store.

Production team: This feels off-topic—we're called "Trend Partners," not a clothing supermarket~

But seeing Bai Liang and Zhao Jinmai working so enthusiastically, it was hard to say anything.

Until a few customers walked in, dressed somewhat like Japanese yakuza.

Bai Liang's first thought: Shit, did the guys who bought the ugly clothes come back to cause trouble?

No returns allowed, okay?

But after taking a closer look, he laughed.

Zhao Jinmai's courage today was truly immense—whether they were yakuza or yaza ku, the brave girl wasn't afraid of difficulty.

Even if they were gangsters, she'd still sell them two pieces of clothing!

But she was completely thrown off by their menacing, clicking tongue speech.

Could this be about protection money?

"Big brother… what are they saying?" Zhao Jinmai couldn't help asking Bai Liang for help.

At this moment, she was actually a little afraid.

But Bai Liang chuckled, "He said they're islanders."

"Huh?"

But islanders? That didn't seem so bad.

At this point, the commotion here drew the attention of others; even the production team couldn't hold back anymore—several people emerged, ready to call the police at any moment.

The show had filmed several episodes, but this was the first time they'd ever encountered Japanese yakuza.

Someone couldn't help glancing at Wu Moufan: "Could it be because of you, 'lucky jinx'?"

Wu Moufan:???

Are you blaming everything on me? Why not say Bai Liang, this unlucky omen, summoned them?

"Did he really say that?" Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni asked Yang Tianbao, who was slacking off beside her.

Yang Tianbao rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to him rambling—what islanders? They asked if you're Chinese."

"Could they really be here to cause trouble?"

"Probably not," Yang Tianbao said, also uncertain.

But then Bai Liang suddenly began loudly conspiring with Zhao Jinmai.

"Mai Mai, these guys look dumb—sell them the most expensive clothes in the store."

"Brother, are you sure?"

Zhao Jinmai turned to glance at the yakuza; she had the feeling they were mainly intimidating, but she couldn't see anything dumb about them.

Still, she trusted Bai Liang completely and gathered her courage to start selling.

But her speech and gestures were no longer as lively or confident as before—after all, these were yakuza.

As long as she didn't scream and cry like Zhongsen Namecai, it was already fine.

Meanwhile, Bai Liang found Yang Tianbao. "Do we have any clothes that absolutely won't sell? Let's clear them all out today."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Don't worry—they can't beat me," Bai Liang waved his hand.

Yang Tianbao wasn't really worried about safety; hearing this, his eyes twinkled as he put on a girlish tone: "Then you've got to protect me, okay?"

Unlike Unlike Unlike Ni Ni: "Seriously? Are you done yet?!"

Then she added: "I'm a little scared too~"

Wu Moufan: "Actually, I'm a little scared too—these past two days have been so unlucky. He really wondered if these yakuza had been drawn by his bad luck."

But now that Bai Liang was holding the front, he sighed in relief—and even felt a bit gleeful.

Let's see how this guy sells clothes to yakuza!

Better get beaten up in rage!

Thinking of this, Wu Moufan's mood improved considerably, and he quietly shrank back.

But when he saw Bai Liang actually trying to sell women's clothing to these Japanese yakuza, his whole body went stiff.

Holy shit! Psychopath!

What kind of idiot had he been fighting against all this time?

It felt as if a fierce fight was about to break out!

(End of Chapter)