The Game of Life-Chapter 867 - 866 Feng is Awesome

Chapter 867: Chapter 866 Feng is Awesome

Chapter 867 -866 Feng is Awesome

The makeup artist arranged by the production team was still very reliable, perhaps because the competition would last for a long time, and contestants were soon to face the high temperatures of stoves, so makeup that stayed put became particularly important. Jiang Feng felt that the makeup session this time took much longer than before.

Wu Minqi had arrived, and he had finished all the buns she had brought for him. The two of them even chatted for a while about Wu Jialiang’s newly dyed hair before it was Jiang Feng’s turn to do makeup.

By the time Jiang Feng’s makeup and hair were done, it was already nine o’clock. Doing makeup in the same batch as Jiang Feng were Rolan and Wu Minqi, which meant that the last batch of contestants, who were part of the top-floor restaurant backdrop duo, might not have as much time to finish their makeup and hair.

But it didn’t really matter, since they were just part of the backdrop anyway. Even if they were making desserts, they’d be assisting Rolan, being the assistants’ assistants. Whether they had makeup or not made no difference; the camera surely wouldn’t pan to them.

The live broadcast would start promptly at ten, and there was less than an hour left. The early-bird audience members had started to enter. Sun Maochai was poring over the cheat sheet he’d made the night before, mumbling to himself, clearly wanting to go over the soup-making process one more time before the contest started, to avoid any disasters during the competition.

Sun Jikai wondered whether his father would come to watch the contest today. Although he had given one of the tickets to Sun Changping, he wasn’t sure if Sun Changping would show up.

Wu Minqi fretted over whether her dad would get into a fight with the Jiang Family Members.

Only Jiang Feng had an odd concern; he worried whether there would be enough seats in the first row.

Only the first row had sofa chairs, and if there weren’t enough for the Jiang Family Members, the chairs in the back rows probably couldn’t sustain more than two hundred pounds.

Just as Jiang Feng was weighed down with worry, hesitating whether to message his biological father to ask about the seating arrangements, a staff member rushed into the green room and bent down to whisper to Jiang Feng, “Mr. Jiang Feng, there seems to be a bit of a problem with your support group. You might need to go out and…”

Jiang Feng didn’t hear the rest; as soon as he heard the beginning, his heart sank, and he thought it’s done for; as expected, there was an issue with the chairs. He quickly got up and dashed out.

The staff member was left bewildered, finishing his sentence with a confused look on his face, “…talk to him.”

When Jiang Feng emerged from backstage and made his way to the front of the audience seating, he discovered that the problem wasn’t with the seats.

The seats were perfectly arranged. The Jiang Family Members were all comfortably seated in the first row without exception, with Jiang Shoucheng happily leaning back in the soft sofa chair, engrossed in his phone. Only then did Jiang Feng notice that the first row’s seats were actually much longer than those in the rows behind, with several extra seats taking up the aisle space and leaving no aisle.

Not only were there enough seats for the Jiang Family Members, but there were also three extra ones.

The problem was with the second row.

Clearly, besides Wu Hanxue, Mrs. Wu, Wu Jialiang, Sun Changping, Lu Sheng, and the elderly person Jiang Feng didn’t recognize sitting next to Lu Sheng, there were 3 or 4 staff members in the corner, loudly arguing with someone, intensity building as if on the verge of a physical altercation.

The Jiang Family Members in the first row either played with their phones or leaned back in their chairs to watch the commotion.

When Jiang Feng appeared, the staff member in front of the first row, seeing a savior, hurriedly pulled him and led him around to the corner of the second row, explaining as they walked, “Mr. Jiang Feng, you finally came out. This must be your friend, I guess. I’ve told him that this isn’t a concert or a variety show–he can’t bring a light-up sign. And the words on his sign… they’re not suitable for filming. If he were seated in the back, it might be okay if the camera doesn’t sweep over, but he insists on sitting in the second row where the camera will surely catch him. We’re live and can’t edit it out later. Please, you really can’t let him raise it; you have to persuade him, we really have to take it away!”

Jiang Feng was utterly perplexed, wondering what friend, what light sign.

Then, as he approached, he saw the light sign clearly, and he also saw who the friend was.

In the middle of the crowd stood Wang Hao.

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He was clutching two light signs stacked over his chest, seemingly determined to defend their honor staunchly.

The light signs were quite large, and there was no shortage of words on them, one sign read, “Feng bro is awesome,” and the other, “Feng bro must win.”

Jiang Feng: …

Where was his rolling pin?

All he wanted now was to beat the life out of this rebellious child with a rolling pin!

Seeing Jiang Feng arrive, Wang Hao was as excited as if he’d seen a savior, immediately standing up, clutching the light signs. He somehow triggered a switch on them, and the LEDs lit up in an instant, shining like neon signs complete with a sound effect resembling that of a sprinkler truck, drawing the attention of the whole venue.

Jiang Feng: …

He felt he no longer needed a rolling pin; he could now pummel this unfilial son to death with his bare hands.

“They went too far, Feng. I clearly called the show’s team a few days ago to ask if I could bring some small props for support, and they said I could. Now, after I’ve spent the money to have them made and brought them here, they say I can’t display them and want to take them away—how can they do that?” Wang Hao’s face was full of indignation and heartache over the money he’d spent on his custom light sign.

“You didn’t say it was this kind of light sign when you called back then. This is a live broadcast, and the words on this sign can’t be aired,” the staff member pointed at the “Feng is Awesome” sign, “and you didn’t mention your light sign had sound effects. The sound is too shrill and piercing; since it’s in the front row, it will surely affect the contestants on stage.”

“Please take the light sign away and preferably don’t return it to him even after the match ends,” Feng barely squeezed a smile to the staff member, forcibly snatching the light sign from Wang Hao’s hands and handing it over to the staff.

The staff member joyfully ran off with the light sign.

Seeing that there was no hope of holding up his light sign, Wang Hao couldn’t help but let out a disappointed sigh. Then, in front of Feng, he opened the small black bag he had brought and pulled out two banners.

The words on the banners were so familiar.

Feng is Awesome!

Feng Will Win!

Jiang Feng: …

He began to suspect that Wang Hao had taken money from Chef Arno, aiming to ruin his mental state before the contest so he’d perform poorly during the competition.

“Is this the kind of copy you’ve been writing for clients’ advertising campaigns this past year?” Jiang Feng was genuinely shocked. With Wang Hao’s promotional skills still considered a top employee at their company, how had the company not gone bankrupt?

Wang Hao smiled sheepishly: “I’m usually too embarrassed to tell you guys. You don’t understand, Feng. Clients these days like this kind of direct and exaggerated style.”

Jiang Feng silently turned around and called for Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaidi in the front row to deal with Wang Hao’s problem—after all, dealing with medical disturbances was Shoucheng’s expertise.

“Cheng, De, please take care of him.” Feng pointed to Wang Hao behind him and walked away without looking back.

Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaidi, who had been engrossed in their phones, promptly put them away and began to help Feng deal with the pre-match obstacle that was Wang Hao.

“Feng, Feng, no, it was just a little joke. The light sign was just for fun; if you press the switch twice, it only lights up without sound. No, I was just trying to display a banner for you, really, you have to believe me, seriously, banners are very useful. Feng, Feng, don’t be like this! De, Cheng, we’re all old acquaintances, no need for this, no need… I’ll take it down myself, don’t get physical, don’t… it hurts, it really hurts, Cheng I promise… Feng!”

Jiang Feng happily returned backstage.

The Wu Family members and the audience who witnessed everything: …

Wu Hanxue frowned disapprovingly: “This is just ridiculous!”

Mrs. Wu found the interaction between Jiang Feng and Wang Hao rather amusing, laughing as she said, “I think it’s pretty good, it helps to relax before the match. Feng’s friend is quite interesting.”

“Minqi mentioned it, didn’t she? Later we can sit here and even taste the porridge made by Feng. I remember you watching the variety show and saying you wanted to try his porridge, and today you finally get your wish,” Mrs. Wu said.

Wu Hanxue spoke earnestly: “What watching a variety show? Don’t talk nonsense, I never watch variety shows.”

Wu Jialiang: “Pfft.”

“Jialiang, what are you ‘pfft’ing about?” Wu Hanxue glared at his nephew.

“Nothing, nothing, just choked on saliva,” Wu Jialiang replied seriously, pulling out his phone to send a message to Wu Minqi.

Wu Jialiang: Your dad wants to drink the porridge that Feng made.

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