Chapter 915
The Fake Rich Daughter Pampered By All Is A Famous Celebrit
translator: dragon boat translation editor: dragon boat translation
when the audience saw the replay, they all sighed with emotion.
[see that? your daddy xi didnât have a false start!]
[if you donât use your eyes, you can donate them to people who need them.]
after bai cangyang finished interviewing shi xi, he went to interview the others.
xu shanshan was disappointed that she got second place, but she accepted it calmly.
lu wancheng couldnât accept it and found an excuse. âmaybe i practiced too hard before the game and my knees hurt a little, so i didnât play well.â
orange juice instantly felt sorry for lu cheng. [itâs our fault. we shouldnât have pressured little orange.]
[iâm sorry, lu wancheng. itâs my fault. i shouldnât have let you bear so much pressure.]
the other fans were dumbfounded.
[is there any point in being such a humble fan?]
[so what if she ran badly? why are the fans apologizing? isnât that because lu wancheng didnât run properly?]
[laugh with a hand over my mouth. itâs not that the fans were too boastful in the early stages, but they really thought that lu wancheng could get first place? the classic half-time opening the champagne. even the sheep believed it.]
orange juice had high expectations for lu wancheng, but now, they were feeling very disappointed.
however, the fans were too good at teasing themselves.
they took all the blame on themselves.
what could be wrong with their pretty sister?
they were the only ones at fault.
after the sprint, it was time for archery.
since archery was easy to get into a trance, there were many people who signed up for this event.
it was much better than sprinting.
the archery team divided into groups, the semi-finals, and the finals.
shi xi saw that almost half of the female artistes on the field had participated in archery.
zhu lin did not lie to her.
archery was a popular event.
but canât you guys practice properly?
it was only 10 meters away, and they could still miss the target?
shi xi was in the last group, sitting on the field to watch them compete.
she was already tired from watching.
li jinfan sat beside shi xi. â1â11 cheer for sister later!â
âiâm still too early to wait for a chance to turn my mind aroundâ shi xi glanced around and asked, âwhereâs shanshan?â
âshe went swimming,â li jinfan said.
âfemale swimming?â shi xiâs eyes lit up. âwhen will it end? 1 want to take a look.â
she was in the last group. judging from the situation, she would have to wait for at least an hour.
âlu wancheng also participated in the swimming,â li jinfan reminded softly.
shi xi:
hearing lu wanchengâs name, shi xi instantly did not want to go.
why was lu wancheng everywhere?
âforget it. letâs go and take a look.â shi xi stood up. âthereâs nothing wrong with sitting down anyway.â
she wanted to watch the show.
archery here was too boring.
li jinfan hesitated for a long time before following shi xi to the swimming pool.
as a male idol, li jinfan didnât want to go to places with many girls.
as the previous [superstar games] had brought about many couples, this program was affectionately called âstar date festivalâ by fans.
li jinfan didnât want a real blind date.
however, he did not want to be too far away from shi xi.
he could only follow.
when the time came, it would be fine as long as he did not look at others.
when they reached the swimming pool, li jinfan realized that he was overthinking.
it wasnât because the female athletesâ swimsuits were conservative.
it was because there were already many male artistes here.
li jinfan:ââ¦â
there werenât that many women who came to watch the menâs swimming competition in the morning.
now, when the women were swimming, a large number of male artistes were sitting around.
almost all the male artistes who did not participate in other projects were here.
li jinfan: whatâs there to see?!
did this group of female celebrities have abs?
li jinfan took a glance and found that there really was one.
female celebrities were much better at managing their figures than male celebrities.
f*ck..