Rich Side Character Goes Viral for Gossiping on a Laid-Back Reality Show Ch. 55

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She sighed inwardly and said softly, "Thank you for the offer, Fourth Young Master, but I think I can win it on my own."

Chu Hanxun felt his heart flutter. As expected of the girl he liked—totally one of a kind.

After speaking, Yan Zhirou gave him a gentle smile. Chu Hanxun's eyes were full of her, his smile lingering on his lips.

The moment landed unexpectedly in Lu Jianchen's line of sight. The impact hit hard—he froze on the spot, and a sharp wave of jealousy surged up from deep inside him.

Yan Zhirou had never smiled at him like that before!

Lu Jianchen felt an overwhelming sense of crisis for the first time.

He shot Chu Hanxun a sharp glare, and with the added sting of losing his top spot last night, his hostility toward Chu Hanxun peaked instantly.

Meanwhile, Director Qian had found six regular folks on the beach—three men and three women.

The extras changed into the sports outfits provided by the crew, each with a number printed on their shirt. The celebrity guests then drew lots to decide their opponents.

Yu Qianxia drew Number 3, a tall girl with soft features. As soon as she saw Yu Qianxia, she lit up, claiming she was a fan and begged for a selfie.

It was Yu Qianxia's first time meeting a fan in real life. She was caught off guard at first, but more than anything, she was happy. She agreed to the photo and even signed an autograph for her.

Director Qian had everyone do some warm-up exercises on the spot before the match officially began.

Yu Qianxia didn't have much volleyball experience, but she was naturally athletic and picked it up fast.

The match was best of three rounds. She lost the first round, but quickly turned things around in the second.

She jumped, arms tensing as she caught the ball, and with a clean strike, sent it flying back. Number 3 lunged for it, her feet scrambling across the soft sand, leaving a messy trail behind.

In the third round, Number 3 lost again. She was drenched in sweat, but still smiled brightly. "Xia Xia, congrats! You won."

Yu Qianxia shook her hand and bumped her shoulder lightly. "Thanks for going easy on me."

While Yu Qianxia came out victorious, Si Churou had already been knocked out in the first round, leaving only Yan Zhirou's match still in full swing.

Yan Zhirou kept glancing over at Yu Qianxia's side. The second she saw she'd won, a surge of adrenaline kicked in. She struck back with more force.

With a loud thud, her opponent dove into the sand, but missed the ball. A smile spread across Yan Zhirou's face—two out of three, she won.

Just then, Director Qian's voice came through the earpiece. "Congrats to Yu Qianxia and Yan Zhirou on advancing. Now, let's move on to the final showdown."

Yan Zhirou smiled, her lips curving. "Qianxia, looks like it's just us now."

Yu Qianxia nodded, already in position, ready to receive the ball. "Let's do it."

Yan Zhirou served first. She took a deep breath, channeling all her focus into this match.

She couldn't lose. Especially not to Yu Qianxia.

But things didn't go her way. After three full matches, Yan Zhirou's stamina was fading. Yu Qianxia, on the other hand, clearly had more endurance. After just a few exchanges, Yan Zhirou could already feel the power behind her opponent's plays.

They only lasted three volleys before Yan Zhirou missed the ball. She was gasping for air when Director Qian's voice sounded again through the earpiece. "Congratulations to Yu Qianxia for winning the girls' bracket!"

Yan Zhirou swallowed the bitter taste rising in her throat, her gaze dimming.

The onlookers watching nearby broke into cheers, bringing the intense match to a close.

Not long after, Director Qian called everyone to regroup on the beach. The winner of the guys' bracket was Chu Hanxun.

But as he and Lu Jianchen walked over, Lu Jianchen's face was visibly bruised—like he'd gotten hit by something.

Si Churou sensed drama in the air and nudged Ji Minghan with her elbow. "What's going on?"

Ji Minghan pouted in the direction of the chaos and whispered, "That Lu Jianchen guy suddenly started beefing with Chu Hanxun for no reason. When they did their 1v1 match, he totally lost it. Tried to humiliate Chu Hanxun with volleyball, but got absolutely destroyed instead."

"See that bruise on his face? That's Chu Hanxun's doing!"

Si Churou, now in on the tea, clicked her tongue. "Man, Lu Jianchen's way too impatient."

Chu Hanxun shot Lu Jianchen a cold glance, his lips tugging into a smirk. He let out a faint snort. Trying to pull dirty tricks on me? What, you think I'm some pushover? Dumbass.

Lu Jianchen kept his head down, completely shrouded in gloom.

Once everyone was gathered, Director Qian spoke up. "Now let's see which of our two champions—male and female—finished their game the fastest."

He didn't keep them waiting and read the results right away. "Girls bracket: Yu Qianxia, twenty minutes and thirty-four seconds."

"Boys bracket: Chu Hanxun, twenty-five minutes and fifty-nine seconds."

"So the final winner is—Yu Qianxia!"

Si Churou and Ji Minghan immediately let out loud cheers.

Chu Hanxun's face turned a little sour, but he couldn't really throw a fit about losing to a girl, so he swallowed his pride in silence.

Director Qian had Yu Qianxia pick her room first. She didn't hesitate and took the best one—the master bedroom.

As for the remaining rooms, Director Qian had everyone draw lots to decide.

Ji Minghan got lucky and snagged the study room he'd had his eye on. Si Churou also struck gold and drew the second bedroom.

Chu Hanxun ended up with the guest room on the first floor. His face darkened again.

Yan Zhirou, however, had the worst luck—she drew the converted storage room. She bit her lip, clearly fuming.

At that moment, Lu Jianchen stepped forward and held out his room card. "Zhirou, let's swap..."

That's when it all clicked for Chu Hanxun—so this was where Lu Jianchen's hostility came from. They had the same goal.

Hah. Just a barely-known B-list actor with no clout, no connections, no looks—what right did he have to compete with him for Yan Zhirou?

What a joke. Chu Hanxun looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

He took a step forward and shoved Lu Jianchen aside without holding back.

His eyes were filled with contempt as he stared him down, voice slow and mocking. "Wow, got stuck with the servant room and you still have the guts to offer a trade?"

"If you're not good enough, stay in your lane."

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