50: Show Your Face is now live!

In Gao Xiaofan's livestream room, the cameraman was knocking on the door faster and faster.

Qu Lang had a bad feeling. His face, which had been beaming with joy, was now clouded with frustration.

"Go to the front desk and get the room card, hurry!"

The bullet chat in Gao Xiaofan's livestream room was still skyrocketing, with more and more viewers flocking in from other rooms.

While the bullet chat was filled with laughter and joy, the Program Production Crew's command room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Fortunately, a room card soon appeared on camera. With a "beep," the door opened.

Qu Lang couldn't help but lean forward and peer in, but there was no one on screen.

It's fine, this guy has been sleeping on the floor these past few days; he must be on the floor.

Qu Lang kept comforting himself.

Meanwhile, the bullet chat was constantly being flooded with question marks.

"Holy crap, Brother Wo Zi is gone." — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

"I'm totally hyping this show up. The guest is gone, hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter~" — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

The cameraman also sensed the gravity of the situation and ran inside. As the camera quickly approached, there was only an empty quilt on the floor.

The cameraman didn't seem to react in time, and the lens just stayed pointed at the quilt on the floor, unsure of what to do next.

The bullet chat went wild with laughter.

"I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. This definitely isn't scripted; even the cameraman is dazed." — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

"Cameraman: Honestly, in all my years in the industry, I've never been this lost." — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

Standing in the command room, Qu Lang felt his vision go dark, his mind racing with frustration.

Brother, pull your stunts on someone else, don't do this to me~

"Find him! What are you just standing there for!" Qu Lang jumped up in anger.

"Find who~" a curious voice came from behind Qu Lang.

Qu Lang turned his head with a dark face. Gao Xiaofan was standing at the door, holding soy milk in his left hand with a straw in his mouth, and carrying small steamed buns in his right hand... er, fried dumplings and spring rolls too.

This scene was displayed directly on the large screens above all eight livestream rooms.

"I'm seriously going to die of laughter. Brother Wo Zi ran to the command room~" — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

"I've figured it out. The main plot of this variety show is hide-and-seek. I declare Brother Wo Zi the winner." — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

"Bullshit, this is clearly a gimmick variety show! It's not called Show Water Bright Mountain, it's clearly called Show You a Face." — From Brother Wo Zi's livestream room.

Going back ten minutes, Gao Xiaofan was still walking back leisurely when he suddenly heard a notification in his mind.

"nine-turn continuous daily mission: Task One complete."

"nine-turn continuous daily mission: Task Three complete."

"nine-turn continuous daily mission: Task Four complete."

"nine-turn continuous daily mission: Task Seven complete."

"All nine-turn continuous daily missions are complete. The effect of the Troublemaker Title has increased by 90%, now at 100%."

"Troublemaker Title effect: When you are livestreaming, you will always attract an extra 100% of viewers."

Gao Xiaofan froze in place and subconsciously glanced at the food in his hands.

The show hasn't even started broadcasting yet, but the mission is over. Does that mean I can eat? The system does care about me after all.

He stuffed the buns into his mouth in a few bites, hurriedly opened a bag, and began to devour the food.

Feeling the explosion of flavor on his taste buds, Gao Xiaofan almost cried.

This is so delicious~ *sob sob sob*

He walked back to the hotel leisurely. After thinking for a bit, he headed to Qu Lang's room to ask when the show would start and to bring him some breakfast; these small steamed buns were really good.

When he reached Qu Lang's room, he found no one there. He wandered over to the office and heard Qu Lang's roar as soon as he entered.

Gao Xiaofan looked at Qu Lang's darkened face, then glanced at the large screen on the wall, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

"The show... has it started broadcasting?"

Gao Xiaofan asked cautiously.

Qu Lang didn't reply, just stared at him.

However, the row of staff members behind him nodded.

"Damn, why didn't anyone tell me it started!" Gao Xiaofan jumped in surprise.

Then he sighed to himself.

"Forget it. Here, Brother Lang, the small steamed buns from this shop are super delicious. I brought some for you. We can continue recording after we eat."

Gao Xiaofan said as he pulled a bag of small steamed buns from his hand and placed it on the table.

"Oh, by the way, put me in a group with Reba later. I really, really like Reba."

After speaking, Gao Xiaofan saw that Qu Lang still wasn't talking and was just staring at him, making him feel a bit uneasy.

Qu Lang speechlessly pointed at the large screen on the wall.

Gao Xiaofan looked up and saw the bullet chat skyrocketing at several lines per second.

"LMAO, the show starts and you're out eating steamed buns, hahahaha."

"Confirmed, it's not scripted. He actually jumped up and scolded the director for not telling him the broadcast time!"

"I'm crying, he really likes Reba. He actually tried to use steamed buns to bribe the director through the back door~"

Gao Xiaofan froze on the spot, looking up at the bullet chat and the large screen at the top.

That figure looking up at the screen from behind—who else could it be but himself?

"Get back to your room right now!" Qu Lang said through gritted teeth.

Gao Xiaofan bolted, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Dammit, what kind of mess is this? They didn't even say a word about the broadcast. Some "brothers" they are.

After returning to his room and seeing Qiu Gu's distressed expression, Gao Xiaofan smiled awkwardly.

Seeing that no one was speaking, he realized they were in the middle of a broadcast.

Gao Xiaofan's eyes darted around, and he turned to the camera to wave.

"Hey fam, it's me, Gao Xiaofan. Can you guys see me?"

"Why isn't there any bullet chat? I can't even see what my fam is saying!"

Just as Gao Xiaofan finished complaining, Lü Tao handed him a pad. He took it and saw it was his own livestream feed.

"Oh, I can see it now, fam."

"Fam, you won't believe it~ I went out to buy breakfast and the show started. Can you really blame me for that?"

Qu Lang felt terrible listening to the voice coming through his headset. Perhaps because the other guests hadn't gotten into the swing of things yet—they were all just getting dressed or packing their luggage—Gao Xiaofan was the only one chatting away in the eight livestream rooms. He was treating the variety show entirely like his own personal livestream.

Bullet chat messages poured in one after another. The occasional messages in the other livestream rooms were instantly drowned out by those in Gao Xiaofan's room.

Online ID: "Brother Fan really treats us like family! *Sob sob*... He used to call us 'old ties' before."

Reba is the Most Beautiful: "Hahaha, dying. I've decided to camp out in this livestream room."

Huahua is the Eternal God: "Lame. What's there to see? Such a bumpkin."

Mi Mi is So Big: "To the person above, you can crawl back and watch your 'Mage' change his robes~"

Nickname: Turtle Hitting King: "Hilarious. The others are either posing or changing clothes and putting on makeup. If you can't let go of your image, don't come."

Gao Xiaofan seemed to suddenly think of something. He ran to his suitcase, fished out a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and ran back to the camera with a mischievous grin, showing his teeth.

"Speaking of changing clothes, I should go change too. The Sponsor wants me to wear this outfit. Wait a moment, fam~"