Chapter 370: Chapter 370

Back at the dorm, while Huang Chengzi and Sun Bangyu were off washing up, Wei Lejun pulled Sang Ning aside and stuffed something into her hand.

"What’s this?" Sang Ning raised her hand and saw a piece of chocolate lying in her palm. She shot Wei Lejun a surprised look. "Isn’t this contraband? How’d you sneak it in?"

"Just eat it, why so many questions?" Wei Lejun retorted, glancing toward the restroom, then held up a finger to signal silence. "Take it quietly and enjoy your good fortune—there’s not much left in my stash, definitely not enough to share."

"Thanks." Sang Ning accepted the chocolate, ripped open the wrapper in front of Wei Lejun, and stuffed it into her mouth, handing him the torn wrapper in the process. "I’m not as skilled at hiding things as you are. Do me a favor and toss this."

"Do I owe you or something?" Wei Lejun shot her an annoyed look. Though clearly displeased, he grumbled no further and took the wrapper from her hand.

The next day, at the personal image promo shoot.

All trainees were told to wait in the dance studio where they had previously rehearsed; the photoshoot location was also set there.

The girls’ team, having chosen to shoot together, were scheduled for last, while the male students were up individually according to their draw order.

The production crew hadn’t provided seating, leaving everyone to sit on the floor with their knees hugged to their chests.

The first to go was Hu Yirun, the muscleman of the boys’ group. As soon as his name was called, he sprang up from the floor and, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, produced a bottle of beer from under his jacket.

The production team had promised the trainees that they’d try their best to supply whatever props they needed for filming, so long as the request wasn’t overly demanding.

But no one could have predicted Hu Yirun would whip out a beer bottle as his prop, stunning everyone to the point their jaws nearly hit the floor.

Hu Yirun strode to his mark in front of the camera and gave the cameraman an OK sign.

At the cameraman’s signal to start, Hu Yirun launched into his act.

"Hi everyone, I’m Hu Yirun from the *Female Grandmaster* production team. You can call me ’Yi Yi’ or ’Run Run.’"

The moment the words left his lips, the room collectively collapsed—everyone groaned that they simply couldn’t handle it.

Hu Yirun’s rugged, masculine appearance made him look like the last person to adopt such an exaggeratedly nasal, baby-ish tone for his introduction, but he’d committed to using it to gross people out on purpose.

Standing tall under the barrage of condescending gazes, Hu Yirun remained unfazed. He slipped off his jacket, revealing a fitted black T-shirt that barely contained the solid muscles that rippled beneath it.

"Next, I’m going to show you my signature trick." Turning dramatically, he licked his lips and sent a flirtatious wink at the camera. "Ab Pack Bottle Opener."

The cameraman’s hands trembled with fear; he nearly dropped the camera.

Hu Yirun bent his back slightly, lifted his T-shirt to expose his rock-hard abs, and positioned the beer bottle’s cap against his stomach. Before anyone could fully process what was happening, there was a loud *pop*—the bottle cap had been pried off, accompanied by a hiss of effervescent carbonation.

Foam and bubbles quickly filled the neck of the bottle, the beer erupting into a geyser that shot out violently. The trainees sitting in the first row barely had time to register what was happening before they were splashed head-to-toe with beer.

The scene descended into chaos. Even Hu Yirun himself hadn’t anticipated this disaster—desperately trying to plug the bottle’s opening with his finger while yelling in panic.

"Aahhh~ Oh my gosh! Aahhh~ Sweet mother of mercy!"

The already-exploding beer, of course, refused to submit to Hu Yirun’s will. The harder he tried to block the spillage, the more relentless the beer surged out through the gaps between his finger and the bottle’s mouth. The carbonation’s force finally blasted his finger free entirely.

Realizing he had no other recourse, Hu Yirun grabbed the bottle tightly with both hands, glaring uselessly at the remaining geyser until it finally fizzled out.

The camera lens hadn’t been spared from the blast either—drenched in beer. The cameraman howled in despair as he frantically tried to rescue his equipment. "Oh, for the love of—! Why me? Why my camera?!"

At last, the beer bottle settled down, leaving Hu Yirun drenched from head to toe. The stylish hairstyle he’d meticulously set for the shoot had collapsed, plastering his head. His face looked alarmingly wider—not exactly how he’d wanted to present himself.

Though some trainees were soaked through as collateral damage, they were quick to turn on Hu Yirun, mocking him relentlessly.

"Bro, you’ve outdone yourself. I’ve seen a lot of people flaunt their abs, but you? You managed to turn Abs Bottle Opener into Abs Disasters."

"Forget ’Abs Guy,’ let’s just call you ’Bottle Cap Guy’ from now on!"

"Or better yet, ’Beer Guy.’ Hahaha, I’m dying over here!"

Faced with the jeers, Hu Yirun peeled off his soaking T-shirt, wiped his face and hair, then turned seriously to the cameraman. "Brother, I didn’t do my best just now. If I go back and redo my hair, can I try filming again?"

"Not today—there’s a long line behind you," the cameraman rejected him flatly. "I’ll check if you can get a reshoot later, but no promises."

What a joke—he couldn’t risk his camera dying a second time.

Reluctantly, Hu Yirun slunk back to sit with the boys, where Lian Qi smacked him on the back of the head. "Buddy, are you dumb? That beer was stored cold and shaken up when you kept shuffling it around in your jacket. When you pulled that stunt, who else was it gonna explode on but you? If you wanted to act mysterious, at least use your brain!"

"You saw all that? If you saw it, why didn’t you warn your ’dad’ ahead of time!" Hu Yirun grabbed Lian Qi’s head in a wrestling hold, starting an impromptu brawl.

"Next up! Number 2, Lian Qi!" The assistant director’s call brought their wrestling match to a halt.

Lian Qi shoved Hu Yirun off, who finally released him, but stumbled, falling backward—straight into the girls’ seating area.

Sang Ning quietly shifted her position, allowing Lian Qi to crash directly onto Wei Lejun instead.

Wei Lejun reacted like he’d just been touched by a cockroach, shoving Lian Qi away with undisguised revulsion.

Lian Qi landed on the floor, utterly disheveled, as the assistant director called out once more, "Number 2, Lian Qi!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵

"Wei Lejun, you’re unbelievable. Just wait!" Lian Qi climbed to his feet, throwing a hollow threat at Wei Lejun before stepping in front of the camera.

"Hi everyone, I’m Lian Qi. You can also call me Handsome Guy." Lian Qi, a well-trained graduate from a performing arts school, smiled radiantly in the perfect on-camera demeanor.

After introducing himself, he spun flamboyantly in place and struck a final "cool" pose, brushing his hair in slow motion for effect.

"My greatest strength is my sheer ability to hustle. No one in this camp hustles better than me, so you can just call me Hustler Handsome Guy." Lian Qi’s introduction was embarrassingly cringe-worthy, yet he carried on completely unphased.

Having watched the boys’ antics for so long, Sang Ning couldn’t hold back anymore, remarking, "Did the guys leave their brains at home today or something? Why are they all acting like attendees at a psychiatric convention?"