What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C10.2

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Chp10. part2

The party scene is also described in just a few sentences:

The divorced female lead and the second male lead attend a party, encounter the male lead, who immediately becomes extremely jealous.

As Owen’s narration “The two arrived at the party,” the stage dutifully and automatically transforms from a bedroom scene to a party.

The stage set is meticulously constructed, with abundant flowers, rows of red wine glasses, and every wine glass gleaming on the pristine white table.

This time, everyone rushes onto the stage.

With so many people suddenly appearing, the stage is delighted: [Not bad, the party scene looks much more realistic now.]

Owen volunteers to play the second male lead, puts his arm around Ning Ge’s waist, looks around happily, as if this isn’t a matter of life and death, and even finds it quite amusing.

Ning Ge observed everyone’s expressions, they seemed unwelcome on stage.

The curtain rose.

Owen, improvising, glanced around and picked the guy with the green hair at random.

“Mr. Sun, this is Shi Yinnian, the one I mentioned to you last time. Her sculptures have won many awards, and she’s very beautiful, isn’t she?”

The guy, caught off guard by his “random” choice, trembled with nervousness, his hand gripping his cup. “Yes, yes…beautiful…good…”

They were saying nothing.

The stage clicked its tongue. [This extra isn’t very good.]

Suddenly, Ning Ge’s wrist was grabbed, a strong force pulling her down onto a solid chest.

It was Pei Han.

His face was cold. “Xiao Nian, why don’t you ever reply to my messages?”

Owen grabbed Ning Ge’s arm without hesitation and pulled her back. “President Wei, is it appropriate to be so handsy in public?”

“What’s inappropriate about it? She’s my wife.” Pei Han grabbed Ning Ge back like a chick.

“Ex-wife,” Owen corrected, his eyes dancing with amusement, as if he found this scene extremely entertaining. “I’m her current boyfriend.” He grabbed Ning Ge’s arm and pulled her back forcefully.

Now, not only the judges below, but everyone on stage was watching them fight over Ning Ge.

The two of them were each holding one of Ning Ge’s arms, struggling.

Ning Ge: “…”

She was about to cry, whoever let go was the gentleman.

Pei Han, being the gentleman, let go first. Owen successfully snatched Ning Ge and unceremoniously put his arm around her waist.

Pei Han’s sharp gaze fell on his hand.

The next second, Ning Ge suddenly noticed Pei Han’s expression change.

He seemed to have heard something, glanced up, and almost simultaneously shoved Ning Ge and Owen.

A loud shattering sound followed.

Right where the three had just stood, a huge jar, taller than a person, fell from the sky, crashing solidly onto the stage.

The jar shattered into countless pieces, scattering everywhere, and brownish liquid gushed out, instantly filling the air with a strong, pungent vinegar stench.

It was a huge jar filled to the brim with vinegar.

The jar and vinegar together were incredibly heavy, if Pei Han hadn’t reacted quickly, all three of them would have had their heads smashed open.

The judges below the stage roared with laughter as the giant vinegar jar fell from the sky.

The judges on stage were ecstatic! “How about that? How about that? Did you see the reaction from the audience? The effect of that giant vinegar jar falling was fantastic!” This really was a case of “the vinegar jar being overturned¹“—literally.

The stage can’t generate things on its own, someone must have thought of “the vinegar jar being overturned,” and the stage, with ill intent, actually threw down a jar big enough to kill someone.

Ning Ge knew perfectly well that those words weren’t on her mind at the time. If they weren’t, then someone else must have thought of them.

In other words, Pei Han’s understanding of the stage’s process mechanism was wrong. It wasn’t that the number of people on stage required the same number of people to generate something simultaneously.

The stage process was unclear.

Pei Han probably hadn’t thought of those words either, because he immediately realised his mistake and subtly pointed backstage to Granny-grey hair guy and the others.

To avoid mistakes, it was better to have fewer people on stage.

Granny-grey guy cleverly understood his intention and led everyone off stage, leaving only Ning Ge and the other two main characters, who couldn’t leave.

The stage exclaimed in surprise: “Why did everyone suddenly leave? The party doesn’t look realistic anymore!” Owen stared in surprise at the vinegar splattered all over the stage, then glanced upwards instinctively.

Just then, another huge jar rained down from the sky.

They’ve got a real penchant for throwing things.

This time, Ning Ge dodged with lightning speed, without Pei Han needing to push her.

Even if the previous vinegar jar was of unknown origin, it was obvious who had created this one.

With three people on stage, Owen could conjure things up with his own thoughts.

Amidst the splashing vinegar, Pei Han, his face stern, warned Owen in a low voice, “Control your brain.”

Owen looked aggrieved and muttered in protest, “This stuff isn’t something you can just control if you want to.”

Footnote:

1. The vinegar jar being overturned” (吃醋 – chī cù, or 醋坛子翻了 – cùtánzi fānle) simply means someone is extremely jealous ↩︎