"Brother Cheng, do you think my look suits that black shirt pretty well?"
"Xu Cheng, we're old buddies, can I have that white t-shirt? Come, come, drink some water."
"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, look at me, look at my lovely face and graceful curves, don't you think they'd fit that leather mini-skirt perfectly?"
"How was the shoulder massage? Comfortable, right? So, do you think I'd suit that school-style outfit?"
A bunch of people surrounded Cheng Zhirang, offering all sorts of attentive services and sweet words to please him. Mu Qiu stood on the outside with nowhere to step, enjoying the breeze from a little fan, feeling very content.
Stuck in the middle, Cheng Zhirang was caught between laughing and crying. He asked them, "Wearing nice clothes would add points to the final stage, wouldn't it? And if you gain points, wouldn't you win over the others? You had a clear plan from the start, why change your mind now?"
