64: Xie Yunxuan collapsed: Feng Zhenzhen, you want me to do this!

Zhao Jin tilted her head and asked with a smile, "Why?"

Tian Haoyu looked up and said, "Sister Zhao Jin is pretty and gentle."

Zhenzhen also nodded, "Sister is so beautiful."

Xie Yunxuan was unwilling to give up, "Brother is also very good-looking, right?"

Zhenzhen still didn't buy it, pursed her lips at him, and looked at Zhao Jin again, gazing at her with eyes full of envy as she tilted her head, "Sister's clothes are also pretty, and you are a big star too."

Xie Yunxuan was even more jealous.

Chen Fang was also more jealous.

Pan Pengpeng didn't really react; he hadn't expected it to be him anyway. He continued to stick to his role as an interacting guest and casually encouraged, "Study hard, you can do it too!"

He was just saying it casually; after all, he had been encouraged this way since he was a child.

But unexpectedly, Zhenzhen shook her head a bit dejectedly.

Xie Yunxuan immediately seized this opportunity to play along, "Hmm? What's wrong, Zhenzhen?"

"I can't do it, because even if I work hard, it's hard to reach other people's starting line. It's hard for me to become a big shot. I don't know enough about the outside world, and blindly working hard might lead me down the wrong path. So, not only do I need hard work, but I also need extremely good luck so that my efforts are directed correctly. So, if 100 people work hard, maybe only one lucky person succeeds in the end. And I've never even won a prize from drinking a beverage, so I won't be that one percent."

Once these words were spoken, the four guests were stunned for a moment. Is this something a six-year-old child should say? How did she say that?

The surrounding staff also froze.

Xie Yunxuan's brain burned out instantly; he almost couldn't control his expression and was about to cry.

Feng Zhenzhen! You jinx me!

Last time she asked if the crayfish's parents were worried about it, and this time, at a bonfire party meant to be warm, quiet, and happy, she hit him with a social topic.

Feng Zhenzhen! Do you want me to die?!

Zhao Jin suppressed the turmoil in her heart and squeezed out a smile, "Zhenzhen, where did you hear this?"

Zhenzhen looked up, "On an uncle's phone, through the speaker."

Xie Yunxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She doesn't understand what it means at all, and she isn't actually this pessimistic, she just remembered it randomly, right?

He crossed his arms, his mouth flying ahead while his brain chased behind, but his brain asked anyway: "Hey Zhenzhen, do you know what this means?"

Zhenzhen nodded, "I didn't understand it at first either. I heard the uncle say that it's like a little lamb. The little lamb has no map, doesn't understand the outside world, but wants to find better grass. So, besides running hard, it also needs luck. A lucky lamb meets a kind flock, which accepts it and shares delicious grass with it. An unlucky lamb also runs very far, working hard, but meets a lazy yet powerful flock and becomes a laborer from then on."

Xie Yunxuan's heart went cold; he wished he could slap himself twice.

Damn it! Who on earth told her this?! What should I do?

Ah! Feng Zhenzhen, we are sworn enemies!

Not only him, even the director wanted to stand up and slap him twice.

Tonight's theme is happiness, serenity, and healing.

The audience was just healed, and now they've been depressed again?!

The director clenched his fists; let alone Xie Yunxuan, even he wanted to scream!

The Assistant Director stared at the live stream screen, his face looking even worse. The atmosphere in the live stream was much more realistic than at the scene.

[There's a saying: crossing social classes usually takes three generations of effort.]

[Don't be too pessimistic, hard work is useful. My neighbor's child got into a 211 university, went to a 985 for graduate school, and is now a researcher.]

[Science and engineering are fine, but liberal arts feel harder. ten years of hard study. Before graduation, the future is uncertain and we are all dark horses; after graduation, when the alarm clock rings, we are all beasts of burden.]

[Hard work is still useful, at least it can improve one's own life. But this child isn't wrong; it's very hard for her to become a big star, the probability is very low. It's quite realistic.]

[In reality, many people move forward according to the "hard work upward trajectory" that everyone knows. This can only improve life, but it's hard to jump up in social class. After all, if mechanical hard work could lead to success, wouldn't many people have succeeded?]

[I worked overtime on Saturday, and even after getting off work, watching a variety show doesn't let me off the hook.]

The Assistant Director rubbed his temples.

Many viewers also pointed out that hard work is useful; even if you can't cross social classes, it will make your own life a little better.

But the problem now is that the atmosphere is too oppressive, too depressing, and even has a strong vibe of giving up. If this were a sad or roast-style variety show, it would be fine. But at a bonfire party, it's akin to crying about the bitterness of life at midnight during the Chinese New Year countdown.

Moreover, the issue of social stratification being difficult to cross is a bit sensitive. It's fine to chat about it online, but it can't be brought to the table. Just like why are there no celebrities marketing a "lying flat" persona, only a "hard work" persona? Because this trend cannot be promoted. If the bottom layer, which makes up the largest part of the social group, gives up, who will support society?

The Assistant Director sighed.

Strength, now we must inject strength and vitality into the program!

The four of them, including Chen Fang, also thought of this.

Even without looking at the comments, they could imagine that the audience's mood must be low right now.

The task they are facing now is not just to coax Zhenzhen, but also to coax the audience. Let's try to coax them first; if that doesn't work, we'll just muddle through and skip the topic.

Pan Pengpeng spoke first, "Zhenzhen, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Brother's desire to compare is too strong, that's not right, we should just be happy with our own lives. We don't need to become like Sister; Sister has to strictly control her diet every day, which is also very hard."

Zhao Jin nodded earnestly, "Sister wants to eat a popsicle, but she has to think about how much she exercised today and how high the calories are in the popsicle."

Zhenzhen dangled her legs, "But Brother and Sister are so dazzling, so many people like you. I don't seem to be able to become such a person. Just like... I can't get first place in every exam."

Chen Fang leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and said softly, "Zhenzhen, whether it's first place or us being liked, it's all life defined by other people's gazes. If you let other people's rulers measure your happiness, it will be very hard for you to grasp your own happiness."

Zhenzhen scratched her head, "Decide for myself? But I don't know what I want or what I should do to be happy in the future."

Chen Fang smiled, "You are still young, so you might not understand what you want. But the present is also life, and it is also a part of life."

Zhao Jin nodded and looked at Zhenzhen, "Let me give you an analogy. In a bun-eating contest, some people care about winning or losing and enjoy the joy of victory, but their stomachs might be very uncomfortable. Others enjoy the deliciousness of the buns themselves."

Zhenzhen nodded blankly, seemingly not quite understanding.

The four of them, including Chen Fang, saw it too and sighed silently.

Their words just now were mostly to salvage the program's atmosphere. But breaking the "futility of hard work" theory that a six-year-old child received from elders is not an easy thing.

Zhao Jin struggled again, her voice becoming even softer, "First, we must cherish the present and love the present as much as we love the future. Second, when you discover what you truly like, instead of doing things to satisfy other people's expectations, be brave enough to pursue it and strive for it, okay?"

Zhenzhen nodded, seeming to understand but not quite.

Zhao Jin really wanted to scream at the sky.

That uncle, how did you manage to instill the theory of the futility of hard work into her brain!