Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 112 His Crush Object

Sang Ning was truly exasperated. Li Juezhou being so passive and indifferent—if someone didn’t know better, they might have thought he was the one who owed money.

The message was sent, but Li Juezhou still hadn’t clicked to accept the payment. Sang Ning sent another message: [Please hurry up and accept it, okay? (smile)]

Li Juezhou originally didn’t want to accept the 4,000 bucks, but Sang Ning kept urging him relentlessly. He was left with no choice but to take the money.

Then another message came from her: [Alright, now we’re even.]

After sending the message, Sang Ning exited WeChat, turned off her phone, and put it back in her pocket.

She didn’t like owing people favors, especially to those she wasn’t familiar with. After returning Li Juezhou’s money, a weight finally lifted off her mind.

Looking at the message Sang Ning sent, Li Juezhou had the urge to reply: [I don’t really want us to be even.]

But rationality held him back. If he actually sent that, Sang Ning would probably block him immediately.

Their tenuous connection was based solely on this small debt. Now that the money was received, he seemed to have lost a legitimate excuse to chat with her.

Earlier in the day, he accidentally came across a post and learned a new internet term—crush.

He had always been rational, but the moment he saw Sang Ning for the first time, he experienced an irrational emotion. This irrationality finally had a reasonable explanation.

He was crushing on Sang Ning!

The top comment on the original post also left a lasting impression on him—it said, whether or not there’s a story with your crush depends entirely on whether you’re willing to act.

Li Juezhou made up his mind. He was going to make a move.

Thick-skinned, he sent a message: [I did help you out after all. Doesn’t that warrant you inviting me out for a meal?]

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Sang Ning took it out again, and as soon as she saw the message, her expression instantly turned into "the subway elder looking at a phone."

This is exactly why she didn’t like owing people favors!

Favors always have to be repaid with more favors. Even though she had cleared Li Juezhou’s debt, the favor she owed him still wasn’t resolved.

Late at night, he helped send Hu Zhi to the hospital for a check-up, accompanied her through the entire process, and even sent them home afterward.

Unintentionally, she’d already incurred a favor debt to Li Juezhou. It was perfectly reasonable for him to ask her to treat him to a meal.

Sang Ning thought handling favors was incredibly troublesome. She really wanted to reply with, "Are you really that desperate for a meal from me?"

But basic manners made her dismiss this thought. Instead, she replied seriously:

[Alright, let’s wait until the show finishes filming. You can pick the time and place.]

Li Juezhou gripped his phone tightly, staring at the screen without blinking. His heart was pounding, terrified that he might be rejected.

When he finally saw her reply, his anxious heart settled instantly, and he immediately responded with: [Sure.]

After sending the reply, his heartbeat picked up again, pounding wildly, as if it were going to leap out of his chest in sheer joy.

He raised a hand to cover his left chest, feeling his heart’s intense rhythm, and let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh.

So this is what it feels like facing a crush—even breathing and heartbeat lose their natural rhythm.

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When Sang Ning returned to her lodging, everyone else was already taking an afternoon nap. Sang Chuan and Song Shiye had prepared the necessary materials according to today’s study plan.

Sang Ning and Li Sulan were staying in a mountain-view house. There was a large courtyard at the entrance, with a shaded pavilion for relaxing. Inside, a set of beautifully carved stone tables and chairs were set up. Sang Ning planned to conduct her teaching session here.

Director Sun, knowing that Sang Ning was going to tutor Sang Chuan and Song Shiye, specially summoned Xiao Zhao and started live-streaming the entire process.

The enthusiasm of the online viewers to study along with Sang Ning was off the charts. Even though there was no formal live shoot this afternoon, they were still eager not to miss Sang Ning’s tutoring session for Sang Chuan and Song Shiye.

[Wow, the production team is so considerate! Sister Sang’s little classroom is kicking off on schedule again.]

[Follow Sister Sang, and you won’t go astray at Tsinghua or Beijing University.]

[This struggling student is here again to cheer for Sister Sang! Sister Sang is awesome!]

Not long after sitting down, both Sang Chuan and Song Shiye started yawning repeatedly—about ten times in a row.

Yawning is contagious. Sang Ning pressed her fist against her mouth and, taking advantage of their lack of attention, sneaked in a quick yawn before acting as though nothing had happened.

Coldly, she addressed them, "Did you two skip your nap? Why are you as tired as a couple of dimwits?"

Song Shiye opened his mouth wide to yawn again, tears streaming heavily from the corners of his eyes. Hearing Sang Ning’s comment, his movements froze, and he forcefully clamped his open mouth shut.

Then, pointing at Sang Chuan, he complained to Sang Ning, "Sister Sangsang, it’s all Sang Chuan’s fault for not sleeping!"

Sang Ning quickly raised her head, surprised. "When did you guys get so close? Are you telling me Sang Chuan has to lull you to sleep now?"

[I’m shocked. What happened during the offline time just now? Sang Chuan and Song Shiye’s relationship seems to have made impressive progress—could there be bromance brewing?]

[Ugh, you people with ’BL goggles’—two high school boys, and you’re shipping them too?]

[Stop forcing pairings! Fans, just quietly take our Xiao Ye away.]

Sang Chuan swiftly raised his head and glared at Song Shiye. "What does it matter to you if I don’t sleep?! Mind your own business!"

"Ahem—" Sang Ning seriously cleared her throat, curling her fingers to tap a few times on the stone table as a warning to Sang Chuan.

Sang Chuan glanced at Sang Ning, feeling guilty, and quickly corrected himself. "If I don’t sleep, what does it have to do with you?"

[LOL, one look from Sister Sang, and Sang Chuan instantly transformed from a brute into a sophisticated gentleman.]

[It’s true—handsome guys should be polite and speak well. Instantly gives them a refined vibe.]

Song Shiye rubbed his sleepy eyes and gave Sang Chuan a resentful look. "You were reciting texts the whole time. How could I dare sleep? I had to follow your lead and recite them too."

Sang Chuan pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, looking utterly exasperated. "This is a task assigned by my sister. I was reciting my passages. What does that have to do with you? I have 40 texts to recite today—are you going to follow me and recite all 40?"

Song Shiye hesitated for a moment before muttering slowly, "Not necessarily."

[Haha, so Song Shiye skipped his nap because he wanted to keep up with Sang Chuan’s grind.]

[Only to realize Sang Chuan was grinding way too hard and decided to give up.]

"Alright," Sang Ning said, pointing toward the scenic waterfall next to the pavilion. "You two go wash your faces with cold water first. Take five minutes to wake yourselves up before we start."

Sang Chuan and Song Shiye obediently walked over to the faux mountain waterfall and scooped handfuls of water to splash onto their faces.

Sang Ning felt a sense of gratification—her efforts were paying off. Sang Chuan had learned to study autonomously even without her supervision, which was a promising sign.

Time was relatively ample today. Sang Ning planned out three subjects for the two to study.

As for the rest of the people, they were completely worn out, sleeping until almost sunset before waking groggily one by one.

The aftermath of mountain climbing hit hard. When everyone woke up, they were all sluggish and lethargic, lacking the energy to prepare dinner.

Sang Ning negotiated with Director Sun to deduct funds from their living budget and buy boxed meals from the production team at 20 bucks apiece to fill their stomachs.

Director Sun initially wanted the guests to cook dinner themselves, but seeing how each of them looked like they were on the brink of collapse, he decided not to put them through the ordeal and readily agreed to Sang Ning’s request.

After dinner and a bit of rest, Sang Ning resumed tutoring Sang Chuan and Song Shiye, finishing the session only around eleven at night.

Sang Ning assumed Li Sulan was already asleep at this hour, but as soon as she stepped into the living room, the lights came on.

Li Sulan stood next to the switch, arms crossed, looking at her with a calm, collected expression. "Mind if we have a chat?"