The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Ge

【Oh my god! I actually got to be a fan of the Big Devil and the Male God!】

【Being a fan of everything will only harm you】

【Being a fan of everything will only provide balanced nutrition】

【Why is Qi Liao always there when Mu Chi is in danger?】

【Are Wenrou, the leading actor, the prince, and the supermodel all dead? They’re also thanking him】

【They actually had the heart to race with the sick, I’m so pissed off, I only support Mu Chi!】

【???】

【Damn it! Mu Chi was the first to reach the bottom of the mountain!!!】

【Everyone, they let him win, didn’t they?】

【Mu Chi has long legs, so winning first place is no big deal.】

【The Big Devil must have let him win; he’s the man who chased a wild boar.】

【Mu Chi is not allowed to run faster than a wild boar? 】

【………………】

#Mu Chi can run faster than a wild boar#  was trending.

Mu Chi, the first to reach the bottom of the mountain, was completely oblivious to the others’ slowdown, confident that his long-distance running champion skills were still there. He couldn’t help but smile brightly, but when he turned to face the camera, his smile had become very restrained.

Xu Wuxing ran up and said, “Mu Ge, you’re first. What reward do you want?”

Mu Chi’s gaze fell on Qi Liao.

Qi Liao paused for a moment, then casually looked away.

Mu Chi didn’t dare to be greedy and said, “Just give me a hundred yuan.”

“…”

Lucas: “That’s it?” He winked and said, “I don’t have a hundred dollars. Why don’t I sell myself to pay off my debt?”

Mu Chi wasn’t fazed and asked the cameraman,”Where’s that old man’s house?”

Lucas reluctantly asked the others, “Do any of you have a hundred yuan? Lend it to me.”

Xu Wuxing pretended not to hear and scratched his ear, while Ying Xuan sighed helplessly, “I don’t have cash either.”

Then Hao Wenrou said considerately, “I have Mu Ge’s WeChat. I’ll send it for you.”

Lucas smiled faintly, “Just share his WeChat with me.”

Hao Wenrou: “That’s not good. It’s rude to share someone else’s WeChat without permission.”

“Then I’ll ask him myself.” Lucas strode over to Mu Chi and asked for his WeChat.

Mu Chi rummaged through his pockets, but they were empty. “I didn’t bring my phone.”

“…”

Cell phones weren’t allowed in class, so Mu Chi habitually put it under his pillow and hadn’t remembered to take it with him. Lucas was speechless and said he’d talk to him when he got home.

At the foot of the mountain lay a village, each home a small Western-style building. One family was setting off fireworks, and a line of cars lined the front door. The concrete floor was covered with red paper scraps from the firecrackers, and the air was filled with white smoke and the smell of sulfur.

Mu Chi inhaled the scent of the firecrackers and said, “It smells so good.”

Xu Wuxing and Hao Wenrou, covering their noses: “…”

Qi Liao walked leisurely toward the door of that house, stepping on the debris. Suddenly, a group of villagers rushed out from inside the door, and one of the older women enthusiastically called out, “The young man who caught the wild boar, come here.”

Qi Liao: “…”

Most of the young people in this village had moved to the city, leaving behind mostly middle-aged and elderly residents. There wasn’t much to do in their daily lives.They only know that there’s a group of handsome men “filming” in the mountains.

Handsome men don’t interest them, but handsome men catching pigs is interesting. These days, the villagers discuss this topic every after-dinner, making Qi Liao a local celebrity.

Mu Chi observed Qi Liao’s expression. Wow, finally, he wasn’t sour-faced anymore.

Say more, and take some of the cool guy’s annoyance away, Mu Chi thought secretly.

Qi Liao was not the kind of person who liked to show off, and he didn’t like being talked about, especially the kind that tended to gossip. He ignored the overly enthusiastic aunt and followed the program crew into the yard.

The courtyard was already packed with people, half of them relatives of the family and half of them villagers there to watch the fun.

Several girls of different ages screamed: “Mu Chi! It’s really Mu Chi!”

They rushed forward with photo albums, asking Mu Chi for autographs. Assistant Xiao Wang and Xiao Tian had also arrived. Xiao Tian, being too thin and weak, couldn’t push through the crowd. Xiao Wang boldly parted the crowd with his bear-like physique, standing in front of Mu Chi: “No autographs, no pen.”

“…”

A girl pulled out an eyebrow pencil from her bag, “Use this.”

Xiao Wang stared with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

Mu Chi took the eyebrow pencil and said in a star-like manner, “Everyone, take it easy. Line up one by one.”

The girls: “Ahhhhh!!!”

【Don’t crowd the male god!!】

【I hate it, why wasn’t I there? If I had been there, I would have screamed louder than them】

【I want the male god’s autograph too, waaah】

Mu Chi took the photo album from the first girl’s hands. Seeing the person in the photo lying in a pile of feathers, he grimaced. It seemed he had been acting pretentious before; his style was almost divine.

Mu Chi wrote his name on the cover without expression.

The girls who received the autograph were excited for a few seconds, then their eyes widened like Xiao Wang’s: “?”

The camera focused on the autograph.

Then the camera focused on the confident Mu Chi.

【…………………………】

Who dares to say this autograph is ugly?

Qi Liao glanced at him casually, and the gloom on his handsome face suddenly cleared, revealing a hint of sneer.  “What’s the point of being good-looking? Your handwriting is so ugly.”

Mu Chi: “Huh?”

Xiao Wang blushed and didn’t dare to say that Mu Chi had practiced signing his name for a year before it looked decent, but then he lost his memory and reverted to his original form.

Mu Chi asked, somewhat hurt , “Is it really that ugly?” 

Qi Liao was about to make another well-founded taunt but upon seeing Mu Chi’s face, he couldn’t say anything else.

Mu Chi was good at self-regulation, ““But, did you say I was good-looking?”

Qi Liao tensed his jawline, “No.”

“I heard you.”

“You heard wrong.” Qi Liao pushed aside the person in his way and strode toward the living room.

The surroundings were noisy, but Mu Chi could hear the sound of his own heartbeat, thump thump thump, filled with joy.

【It’s so noisy!! I can’t hear what the Demon King and Mu Chi are saying】

【He must be comforting Mu Chi by saying his signature isn’t ugly, because Mu Chi’s expression has improved a lot】

【Comforting? Would Qi Liao do something like that? Especially to his rival in love??】

【By the way, why did Mu Chi’s signature become so ugly?】

【…It’s not ugly, it’s pretty cute, don’t you think?】

【After the male god lost his memory, his signature became ugly. Who understands my sense of humor?】…

In short, after all the chaotic mess , Mu Chi finally paid his respects to the old birthday celebrant, said a few auspicious words like “May your blessings be as vast as the sea,” and then sat down at the  banquet table in the courtyard.

A birthday banquet with more than a dozen tables couldn’t be held inside, so the tables had to be spread out, extending outside the door, with seating arranged according to intimacy.

Mu Chi and his group table was still considered “close.”

While others drank alcohol, they drank beverages. Mu Chi didn’t mind—minors aren’t allowed to drink, so he wouldn’t touch it. But Lucas looked miserable: “Good food deserves good wine, and there’s not even any wine here.” “

Ying Xuan sipped his plain water politely and said, “If you want to drink, you can go back early and have another round.”

“One round isn’t enough. I want three. You’ll accompany me, right?” Lucas looked at Mu Chi affectionately.

Mu Chi: “I don’t drink.”

“We drank red wine together on the day we gathered. Did you forget? Oh, sorry, you really did.”

“…”

Mu Chi sipped his coconut juice and continued to eat cold dishes; after all, cold dishes were very appetizing on a hot summer day.

Hao Wenrou said, “Mu Ge, cold dishes are bad for your stomach.”

Mu Chi nodded and served himself some silver ear fungus soup, which was hot but also smooth and appetizing.

Qi Liao said calmly, “Don’t eat too much sugar if you have low blood sugar.”

Mu Chi was surprised, “Shouldn’t you eat more sweet food if you have low blood sugar?”

“Low blood sugar is caused by your body’s inability to regulate blood sugar. Eating too much sugar actually interferes with blood sugar regulation. You should eat more protein to promote sugar production.”

Mu Chi was stunned, “You know so much. Did you study medicine?” “

Qi Liao replied, “Yes, veterinary medicine.”

“…”

Xu Wuxing almost spit out his drink.

Mu Chi began eating the braised carp, a ready source of protein. As he ate, he noticed that Qi Liao’s chopsticks also frequently landed on the carp. The fish, nearly as long as an arm, was almost entirely consumed by the two of them.

Having drunk a lot of beverages, Mu Chi felt the urge to urinate, so Xiao Wang took him to the restroom.

This household was a four-generation family, with not only a large front yard but also a spacious vegetable garden in the backyard. A small house in the corner served as the restroom.

The men’s restroom had two urinals and two squat toilets, with incense burning and the windows open, so it wasn’t too unpleasant.

After relieving himself, Mu Chi carefully washed his hands at the cramped sink. His fingers were long and fair, with pink nails—clearly someone who hadn’t endured hardship. This was a stark contrast to how Mu Chi remembered himself.

He used to help with household chores frequently, and there was a noticeable bump on his right middle finger from holding a pen for too long. Now it was gone.

A middle-aged man came in and squinted at Mu Chi. “Celebrities are different; everything about them is delicate.”

Mu Chi felt a chill and took a tissue to wipe his hands, then turned to leave.

The middle-aged man suddenly locked the bathroom door. Although he was obviously not as tall as Mu Chi, his short, plump figure stood like a mound in front of the door. “You’ve been around for so long; you’ve probably accompanied many people. Today, accompany me—I’ll take care of you.”

Mu Chi frowned, “I’ll count to three. Get out of here.”

The barefoot man wasn’t afraid of the shoeless man, and the man lunged at Mu Chi without hesitation.

Mu Chi dodged him, but the bathroom was too cramped for him to retreat. After a few steps, he couldn’t retreat. He elbowed the man in the shoulder and neck, “Xiao Wang!”

Xiao Wang, who was crouching by the vegetable patch outside, sprang to his feet. “Mu Ge!”

Upon hearing this, the man grew even more enraged. He gripped Mu Chi’s arm tightly with both hands, his foul mouth spewing profanities: “Damn it, I’ll make sure today…”

Mu Chi bent one leg and slammed it hard against the man’s fat belly. The man took a breath and yanked, snapping two buttons off Mu Chi’s exquisitely fitted white silk shirt.

The man grew even more greedy, ignoring the pain and lunging forward again.

Mu Chi ducked into the stall and clamped the door against the man’s head. The man screamed, shoving one hand through the crack, cursing as he tried to pry Mu Chi’s hand away.

Furious, Mu Chi picked up a plunger and struck, finally pushing the man back a few steps. The restroom door rumbled, and Xiao Wang cried out in fear, followed by even more ferocious kicks.

With two loud bangs, a long leg slammed the door open, sending it crashing to the ground.

The man jumped, panicking. A young man, a full head taller than him, unleashed a fierce, furious kick, like a beast. With a thunderous rage, he unhesitatingly toppled him.

His portly body slammed to the ground, resonating with the aluminum door. The middle-aged man trembled and cried, “You’re a celebrity! You can’t hit people!”

Qi Liao glanced up at Mu Chi, seeing his collar unbuttoned, his hair disheveled, his beautiful features tinged with a hint of grievance in the dim light. Turning his head, Qi Liao’s gaze was even more terrifying than before. He stepped on the man’s hand, and with a crack, the man’s screams escalated.

The cameraman dared only to stay outside the door. Xiao Wang blocked the door nervously: “Um… is that enough?”

Qi Liao looked up at Mu Chi and asked, “What do you think?”

Mu Chi didn’t want to make a big deal out of it; after all, he hadn’t suffered any loss. He shoved the stinking plunger into the man’s mouth, venting his anger: “Go expose him.”

Qi Liao said nothing, bent down, grabbed the man’s pant leg, and dragged him out like a wild boar, not forgetting to remind him: “Tidy up your clothes.”

Mu Chi quickly pulled his shirt into place and followed.

The scene of Qi Liao dragging the middle-aged man out of the bathroom sparked intense online discussion. Seeing Mu Chi’s disheveled and humiliated appearance, everyone immediately understood what had happened—

【Damn!! The male god actually encountered a pervert!】

【Pervert ,die!】

【Thank goodness the Big Devil was there; otherwise, Mu Chi would have been in trouble】

【Xiao Wang, can you handle it? You’re so big; protect your master!】

【This pervert only targets the weak; we must report it to the police】

【He encountered such a disgusting thing right after being discharged from the hospital. I feel sorry for Mu Chi.】

…

After the police arrived to handle the situation, Mu Chi didn’t want to stay a second longer. He climbed the mountain in a depressed mood. He walked the entire way, as exercise helps relieve negative emotions.

Along the way, Xu Wuxing angrily cursed a few times on his behalf, and the others were all comforting. Mu Chi was not a hypocritical person, and his melancholy was relieved after a moment – it seemed that he needed to strengthen his physical exercise.

If he was as strong as Qi Liao, the bad guys would stay far away.

He decided to act on it and asked Qi Liao how to build those muscles, but he was nowhere to be found. He looked around, and Hao Wenrou said, “Qi Liao went to make a call.”

Mu Chi had really drunk too much, and suddenly he wanted to go to the bathroom again, but there was no bathroom on the way, so he could only make an excuse: “I’m going to make a phone call too.”

Hao Wenrou didn’t follow. When Lucas asked, he said, “Mu Ge is also making a call. Let’s wait.”

Lucas: “Didn’t he forget his phone?”

Hao Wenrou smiled: “Maybe he just didn’t bring his phone with you.”

Lucas received a 10,000-point critical hit.

The live stream was about to end, so the camera crew couldn’t follow them. The assistants also stayed behind at the foot of the mountain. Mu Chi didn’t dare to go too far and relieved himself in a flat area of the forest, then squatted by the mountain spring to wash his hands.

The moon in the mountains was bright, illuminating every corner, leaving no place to hide. Mu Chi spotted Qi Liao ten meters away, indeed making a call, holding his phone, seeming somewhat impatient.

Qi Liao felt furious when he heard the frivolous and magnetic voice on the phone: “If nothing else, hang up.”

“Why the rush?” the person on the other end laughed, “I’m just telling you to do business well and pay off your debts as soon as possible.”

Qi Liao said coldly, “This is the only time. I won’t enter the entertainment industry.”

“My silly little brother, that’s not up to you,” the person teased lazily, “Your fans are almost catching up with  Mu Chi’s. It’s easy to go up the mountain, but hard to come down.”

Qi Liao didn’t say anything. He had other plans in mind. After all, he would not always be coerced by this devilish big brother.

“Besides, it’s not like you don’t like men, so what are you afraid of? Do you have someone you like? I think Mu Chi is quite good, beautiful and interesting.”

Qi Liao frowned fiercely, breathing hard as if someone was strangling him, and denied it stiffly: “No.”

“Really? Then I’ll chase him.”

“…Get lost.” Qi Liao hung up the phone with a gloomy face. He turned his head and saw a white figure not far away. His heart skipped a beat with fear. He looked closely and saw that it was not a ghost, but Mu Chi.

The sound of flowing water drowned out most of what Mu Chi heard, but he caught Qi Liao’s final word, “Get lost,” and wanted to run away. However, he realized this was a rare opportunity for the two of them to be alone, and there were no cameramen around. It would be a shame to miss it.

“What are you doing here?” Qi Liao strode over.

Mu Chi pointed at a tree, “I’m watering it with nutrient solution.”

Qi Liao didn’t look, unwilling to waste words, and walked past him.

Mu Chi blurted out, “Ge, wait for me.”

Qi Liao froze and turned his head in disbelief, “You called me… what?”

Mu Chi took a deep breath and gave a sweet smile, “Ge.”

“……………………”

If Qi Liao remembered correctly, Mu Chi was twenty-five years old, one year older than him.