Chapter 490

"Xiao Bao, what are you doing?"

"I'm tipping female streamers~"

"You're not learning anything good!" Na Zha gave Bai Liang a light glare, yet made no move to snatch his phone or throw a tantrum; instead, she tilted her head up and declared, "Can any female streamer be as beautiful as me? Impossible!"

She was so confident she didn't even glance at Bai Liang's phone to see which streamer he was tipping.

No need to look! She was the most beautiful!

Looking at a phone means lowering your head—what if her crown fell off?

And Bai Liang, watching the cat in her arms, Xiao Bao, realized the damn thing had copied Na Zha's exact pose: sitting upright, head held high, even more haughty than Na Zha herself.

So the question arises—who copied whom?

Yet at this moment, Na Zha truly resembled an exceptionally proud cat—someone you couldn't help but want to stroke on the head.

It was hard to tell she was currently competing with Di Li Reba.

This was backstage at the group formation night of "Sisters Who Make Waves"—yes, since Reba had appeared on "Sisters Who Make Waves," Na Zha declared she had every right to show up too.

But unlike Reba's episode, which featured only her as a guest, the group formation night had far too many guests.

It felt like more than a dozen people.

For instance, singers like Zhang Jie and Zhou Shen—even the production team had invited A Kun, whom Bai Liang had only ever heard but never seen.

This was his first time ever meeting A Kun in person—but unfortunately, the man hadn't arrived yet, so Bai Liang, the little black sheep, couldn't even glimpse his true form.

Besides these big-name guests, the Yue Hua Seven had come as a group, all seven at once.

Probably because Du Hua had slipped them in.

But Bai Liang only recognized Huang Minghao and Fan Fan Chengcheng from the group.

The latter needed no explanation; the former he'd met last year on Da Mi Mi's "Escape Room."

So clearly, Du Hua's company relied entirely on Wang Wang Yibo—other contestants were truly mediocre, all from "Idol Producer," nowhere near A Kun's level of fame!

Only Fan Fan Chengcheng, riding on his sister's residual glow, was doing slightly better.

They invited so many guests because the group formation night required live streaming—needing at least three to four hours of content, and relying solely on the sisters' performances simply wasn't realistic.

After all, many of them lacked professional skills.

Even Bai Liang had been dragged into performing—he had to sing a song on stage.

Na Zha was here specifically to dance for him.

As for what Bai Liang would sing—what could he sing? Of course, "Zhi Zhu."

Aside from lip-syncing on the Spring Festival Gala, nearly all his rare singing performances over the years had been "Zhi Zhu."

He'd once briefly performed the theme song from "Time Traveler," and back during "Wei Wei," he'd sung "Treasure Hunt."

When Dou Xiao Tian and Li Yitong discussed what Bai Liang was bad at, they'd clearly forgotten singing and dancing.

But Na Zha was already posing for a dazzling debut, proudly declaring: "With our chemistry, we don't even need rehearsal!"

"You sing your part, I dance mine—why rehearse?" Bai Liang laughed.

"Don't say that! There must be stage interaction—you can't stand there like a lamppost." Na Zha poked Bai Liang's cheek with her long fingers.

"Huh? How am I supposed to coordinate with you?" Bai Liang thought. He'd sung the song a few times, but dancing? Only once before—with Song Qian on New Year's Eve.

He couldn't possibly reenact that and slap her butt again, could he?

Na Zha said it wasn't out of the question—but "Zhi Zhu" wasn't the right song for it.

So the main thing was eye contact.

"Hmm, just watch for the moment when I lean my face close to yours and—"

"And kiss you?" Bai Liang blurted out.

Na Zha swallowed her original thought and nodded vigorously, eyes sparkling, "Exactly!"

"Exactly your head—spit out your real idea."

"Oh come on, just kiss me! Hugging and kissing is fine too," Na Zha whined.

Even the cat in her arms joined in the pouting—this master and pet had truly activated their Soul Fusion Technique.

Bai Liang waved his hand. "Kissing you on the show is fine, but not this one—it's the sisters' group formation night. Don't end up getting blamed for stealing the spotlight."

Hm?

Hearing this, Na Zha realized it made sense—she couldn't just enjoy herself and ruin their important night.

After seriously studying Bai Liang's eyes, she covered her mouth in surprise: "You're not just humoring me… Wow!"

To be honest, her mood hadn't been good lately.

Mainly because every time she went online, she saw Bai Liang kissing Di Li Reba—those two had kissed countless times in "Glory," always with lingering saliva, and animated GIFs of them were flying everywhere online.

Now, big data was so powerful it felt like it knew exactly what she was thinking—every time she scrolled a short video, it kept pushing her more of them.

And beyond the kissing scenes, the nearly finished "Glory" now included bed scenes.

Although Reba only showed her shoulder, the camera angles of their scenes made everyone say it looked utterly real.

For bed scenes to feel real, beyond actual physical contact, it mostly depends on the eye contact and movement between the actors—and clearly, Bai Liang and Reba had excellent chemistry in this regard.

Furious, Na Zha deleted TikTok.

But today she'd reinstalled it—because her turn was coming soon!

She and Bai Liang had plenty of kissing scenes in "Intimacy," but in bed scenes and wedding scenes, they'd fallen far behind—there were none at all.

Hmph! She was going to make up for it now!

Na Zha always acted on impulse—before makeup, she grabbed Bai Liang's neck and demanded a fierce kiss.

So brazen.

How brazen?

Meanwhile, Jin Da Xi arrived, as usual, first seeking out Bai Liang to chat and vent about Zhang Tian'ai.

And she had developed the "good habit" of never knocking before entering Bai Liang's rest room.

She opened the door and saw the two of them devouring each other with such intensity she froze.

The sound also woke Na Zha, who opened her eyes and saw Jin Da Xi.

She showed no panic at all, didn't even stop chewing, merely blinked at Jin Da Xi and made a "close the door" gesture with her hand.

What could Jin Da Xi do? Of course she obeyed.

She even stood guard at the door for them, since these two reckless fools were making out inside without even locking it.

During that time, she successfully blocked Zhang Tian'ai, Mao Xiaotong, and even Zhang Yuqi.

But after the two had kissed for about ten minutes, when Bai Liang reached out to pull her closer, Na Zha suddenly took off and refused to land.

She looked innocent and said, "We're in the live-streaming backstage—can't act like this."

"Why didn't you say that when you were biting me just now?"

"Can you even compare the two?"

"Miao~" Xiao Bao squatted beside them and chirped in support, as if siding with Na Zha.

After all, in its eyes, as long as the two masters didn't "fight," everything was fine.

After all, whenever these two started fighting, it was always poor little Xiao Bao who suffered—its head had been washed several times already.

"By the way, Jin Cheng came by just now—shouldn't you ask her what she wanted?" Na Zha swiftly changed the subject.

Bai Liang couldn't help but sigh: this little fool really had become much smarter than before.

And as for Jin Da Xi?

When Bai Liang stepped out, he saw her still standing guard outside.

"Oh, finished already? Are you really that weak now, done so fast?" Jin Da Xi glanced at her phone, apparently timed it, then blurted out.

"What are you thinking about~"

Bai Liang could ignore other things, but not this.

This was an insult!

Jin Da Xi rolled her eyes. "Come on, you two are having fun inside while I'm stuck outside playing guard—is that justice? Is there any Wang Fa? Hey! Come with me!"

"Where are we going?" Bai Liang asked curiously.

Jin Da Xi said nothing, just led him to her makeup room.

Unlike Na Zha's boldness, she locked the door the moment she stepped inside—no choice, time was tight and the task urgent; luckily she'd worn a short skirt today, very convenient.

In a way, she was even bolder than Na Zha!

Zhang Tian'ai: Fuck, Jin Da Xi is pushing it too far!

What's the meaning of locking the door?!

Yes, this makeup room was shared by her and Jin Da Xi.

Mango clearly wanted to exploit their conflict one last time—they'd deliberately assigned them to the same makeup room for the group debut night, hoping to film more of their feud before the stage performance began.

Fine, Mango wanted to use this, and each of them also needed publicity—but their mutual hatred was real.

At this moment, Zhang Tian'ai believed Jin Da Xi was deliberately locking her out.

Although there was still time before the live debut night, no need to rush, but this personal insult still made Zhang Tian'ai seethe with rage.

If she weren't so elaborately dressed right now, she'd have kicked the door down!

She might as well escalate things further and steal tonight's headline entirely.

Female celebrities fighting backstage—that's a sensational topic.

After knocking again, patiently enduring it, Zhang Tian'ai finally snapped, slamming her tiny fist against the makeup room door: "Jin Cheng, open this door!"

"I'm changing clothes, wait a minute!"

"You've been changing for over ten minutes—are you putting on a spacesuit?! Open up!"

"Coming."

Honestly, Jin Da Xi already regretted provoking Bai Liang earlier by saying that ridiculous line about him being "weak."

Now this bastard clearly intended to prove himself.

And just then, that bitch Zhang Tian'ai showed up, yelling outside the door.

This really panicked Jin Da Xi—she feared Zhang Tian'ai would fly into a rage and call for help.

Several more minutes passed, and just as Zhang Tian'ai had kicked off her heels and was about to smash them against the door, it finally opened.

She nearly slammed her heel into Jin Da Xi's face.

"What are you doing?!" Jin Da Xi gasped, startled.

"What are you doing? I stood outside for over twenty minutes—were you fooling around with some random guy in there?"

After so much bickering, neither bothered pretending anymore—every meeting was an outright battle.

But Zhang Tian'ai never expected that her very first sentence would instantly shut down the usually stubborn Jin Da Xi.

The other woman was left speechless.

Seeing this, Zhang Tian'ai raised an eyebrow, dropped her heels, and barged into the makeup room, holding them in hand.

As she prepared to grab her, already rehearsing a scream to expose Jin Da Xi in a scandal—she saw Bai Liang.

In an instant, Zhang Tian'ai froze like a quail with its throat squeezed—the high-pitched scream she'd been ready to unleash got stuck.

"How is it you…?"

Bai Liang shrugged innocently. "Who else could it be?"

"Yeah, who else could it be," Zhang Tian'ai's gaze turned mournful, then she added, "You must be starving."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Jin Da Xi exploded, nearly yanking her underwear out of her bag to throw it at Zhang Tian'ai's face.

"I said you're ugly," Zhang Tian'ai shot back, launching a direct personal attack.

"Bullshit!"

"You're just ugly, and your figure's terrible! Skinny ribcage! No chest! And a crooked mouth!" Zhang Tian'ai let it all out in one go, and after finishing, didn't forget to add one more line, "And you've had plastic surgery! The more you fix it, the uglier you get!"

"You 1986 old woman, what exactly are you pretending to be?" After her initial moment of being thrown off, Jin Da Xi quickly recovered her original fighting strength. "Flat butt, wide hips — you think your figure is that great?"

"No matter how my figure is, it's still better than yours! Skinny stick!"

This made Jin Da Xi so angry she nearly flexed her muscles right there to give the other girl a bit of armed intimidation. If pushed to the limit, she said she really could pin Zhang Tian'ai down and pummel her.

After all, she really did have a lot of strength — when her legs clamped around Bai Liang, even he couldn't break free right away.

Thinking of this, Jin Da Xi immediately cranked the intensity up another notch. "Right, your figure's better than mine, and you're looser than me too."

"Nonsense, all you can do is make up this kind of dirty rumor."

"Hmph, I'm a dance student, I've trained."

Zhang Tian'ai:???

For real? There's such a saying? She couldn't help but look at Bai Liang.

After all, no experience, no right to speak — who could possibly have more right to speak than Bai Liang?

Come on, let's compare!

Watching these two fight with an intensity several levels higher than before, Bai Liang really couldn't just sit there and watch.

If this kept up, the two of them would really come to blows on Formation Night.

So when Nazha noticed Bai Liang had gone and not come back, and came looking for him along the way, she saw him holding one Miss in each hand, saying a couple of words to this one, then a couple of words to that one.

The two Misses were silent at this point, not continuing to argue.

"What are you doing?" Nazha couldn't help but ask.

"Breaking up the fight, it'll be over in a bit."

"Breaking up a fight?" Nazha was immediately intrigued. "Can I learn a thing or two?"

Yes, gather the strengths of a hundred schools!

From being completely unable to match Reba before, to now being able to go about four-six against Reba — all of this was progress gained from experience harvested in actual combat.

But it seemed she was stuck right here, because in a certain sense, her experience of talking smack all came from Reba — she learned it from her opponent.

How could a "disciple" ever defeat her "master"?

She simply couldn't break through the moves.

So the "clever" Nazha thought of learning some advanced experience from others, and then using it to deal with Dilireba!

She really was ice-and-snow clever!

Bai Liang: You'd better not learn from these two — they're both dirty and violent.

But Nazha's arrival also had its benefits. Setting everything else aside, she really could hold the scene together.

The anger that Jin Da Xi and Zhang Tian'ai had been holding back seemed to deflate all at once after Nazha arrived.

That complicated opposition gradually faded, leaving only the pure dislike between them!

But this kind of emotion no longer supported them "speaking profanity" at each other.

Between the two of them, mainly only passive-aggressive sniping remained.

Nazha: That's it? This intensity isn't enough either!

She looked left and right, quite itching to show her skills, nearly wanting to turn around and teach these two what the correct posture for an argument actually was.

But her family's little treasure was actually working this hard on this show — even having to manage the arguing between female artists. Heartache~

She didn't dare imagine how chaotic the backstage must have been when all thirty female artists gathered together before.

Bai Liang: Yeah, thirty older sisters shouting "Brother Xiao Bai" in unison — absolutely blissful.

Just as Jin Da Xi and Zhang Tian'ai were gradually calming down, a somewhat dopey-looking fellow passed by the doorway and glanced inside.

Just one glance — this guy had already walked past the doorway, then reversed back in a strange posture, stretching his neck out long!

Without even looking at the face, just from that neck, Bai Liang could tell which unlucky kid this was.

Fan Fan Chengcheng's face lit up with pleasant surprise upon seeing Bai Liang. "Sis—"

If he had uttered that second word, this day next year might well have been his death anniversary.

Fortunately, although this kid looked dumb, he actually wasn't that dumb.

"Hello hello hello, sisters, Brother Liang~"

One big swerve saved his life.

"Hey there~" Nazha greeted him warmly with a beaming smile.

She was in a good mood right now, so she was sunny and radiant with everyone she met, delivering a beauty blow right off the bat.

But Fan Fan Chengcheng could withstand Nazha's beauty blow — after all, his older sister was Fan Fan Bingbing, so his immunity in this area was extremely strong.

Jin Da Xi and Zhang Tian'ai also greeted him.

It's just that Zhang Tian'ai's gaze was a bit strange — another one she had offended before.

To be precise, she had offended Fan Fan Bingbing.

Truly, wildfires cannot be extinguished — they flare up again with the spring wind.

Zhang Tian'ai: Why is there no "joint liability" in the entertainment industry? It should be like the civil service exam — once you have a record, your immediate family shouldn't be allowed in either.

Her way of thinking was actually quite "traditional."

After all, in all kinds of Chinese cultural and entertainment works, Chinese people are most enthusiastic about "killing the whole family."

Look — Fan Fan Bingbing has already been kicked out of the entertainment industry, yet her brother can still bounce around right in front of her.

Fan Fan Chengcheng instinctively shivered, always feeling that the atmosphere in this makeup room wasn't quite right, and that there seemed to be a strange killing intent in the air aimed at him.

But as long as that killing intent wasn't coming from Bai Liang, he had nothing to fear.

And today "Brother-in-law" was actually quite warm to him, which made Fan Fan Chengcheng pretty happy.

He wondered—was his elder sister about to "capture" him behind the scenes? An old bull really does eat tender grass. *Cough cough cough. *

However, Bai Liang's good attitude toward him today wasn't because of his elder sister, but because of a man.

That man.

In the air, a rooster's crow seemed to ring out already.

(End of chapter)