On Saturday morning, the much-anticipated eighth episode of "Different Variety Show" aired.

This episode was a bit unusual—there was no news revealed on Wednesday, but on Thursday, it was discovered that the director’s small account had secretly liked a video of a girl group dance, leading people to speculate whether this episode would parody girl group dances.

In addition to this, each episode comes with the accompanying whirlwind of guest gossip.

The ongoing buzz about "Guan Yu’s depression" combined with the sudden emergence of "Mu Qiu’s love triangle" over the past two days has put this episode on a seesaw, where a slight mishap could lead to backlash.

Since the show started, almost every episode has maintained a high level of buzz, which surely irks some people, causing them to secretly plot against it. So, at this stage, suppressing news is better than letting it spread wildly.

But at the same time, they can’t let people think they are too guilty to respond.

So before the show started, the crew teamed up with Cheng Zhirang’s studio to push a common person’s Weibo post to the trending search list, right after the "Different Variety Show Episode 8 Airing."

Saying it was done by a common person isn’t entirely true, as this person had already appeared in the high-ranking trending searches a couple of times.

[Qing Rong: Ready to get up and watch a show, then outline a new book, yet haven’t opened the live broadcast, and I’ve already seen some laughable news. Firstly, Mu Qiu and I have no relationship other than friends; secondly, no matter who she dates, she has the freedom to befriend and travel; finally, folks, please don’t worry about other people’s business; overthinking can make you bald.]

The hashtag #Qing Rong Clarification# shot up to the trending list, and the comments section was quickly taken over by viewers who were up early to watch the show.

However, influenced by the water army, comments in the thread briefly discussed the inevitable story about the three of them before veering off to "just how handsome is this male author."

The hashtag gained high heat, but the discussion wasn’t about the tiresome "Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu," avoiding the "repeated exposure causing annoyance" drawback.

Soon after Qing Rong posted this Weibo, the first guest appeared in the live stream of "Different Variety Show."

The eighth episode officially began.

...

Mu Qiu was pushed out of the car.

After makeup was done, the car stopped, and before she opened her eyes, someone opened the door and pulled her out. Then, that person quickly returned to the car, and all Mu Qiu heard was the sound of the van’s door slamming shut. When she turned around, the vehicle had hurriedly zoomed off, leaving only a puff of exhaust behind.

"......"

She stood dazed in the wind, staring wide-eyed at the camera aimed at her.

"What’s going on here?" After a brief moment of confusion, she turned her head to ask the director behind the camera.

But no one answered her; they were all laughing.

Another gust of wind blew by, and she used her hand as a comb to tidy her hair, not caring where she was, just wanting to find a place to look at herself in a mirror.

"The director gave me a clue, a hint of the address. But the sentence is so vague, I can’t guess it right now.

The urgent thing now is to find somewhere I can look in a mirror. I need to see what kind of makeup the makeup artist applied on me. They wouldn’t let me open my eyes the whole time, which feels really unreliable."

She muttered to herself, looking around to find the restroom.

But looking up, all she could see were bamboo groves, vegetable fields, lush green hills, small bridges, and flowing water, the scent of grass and flowers carried by the wind to every corner.

There was no hint of a restroom anywhere.

She suspected this was deliberate by the production team.

Not being able to easily find a restroom meant she had to endure this bizarre makeup, and it also meant the audience in front of the camera, as well as others she might encounter later, would laugh at her.

Unwilling to give up, she followed the neat stone path, glancing at the road signs along the way.

There were no restroom signs on the boards, which made no sense.

"I’m sure, the production team must have intentionally dismantled the restroom signs."

Continuing forward, she was drawn to the flying kites of various colors hung on the bamboo grove above, walking with her head raised.

Then unexpectedly, she stepped on something strange underfoot, which let out a sharp "turtle" sound, startling Mu Qiu to almost jump back.

She looked down to see the squashed item slowly reverting to its normal shape.

It was a small pink pig toy.

She picked it up with two fingers, gave it two squeezes, and sure enough, the pig made two more odd "turtle" sounds.

With a head full of bewilderment, she held the pig up to the camera: "...Excuse me, which pig makes a turtle sound?"

And it’s that "my little turtle" pronunciation. Can you believe such a sound would come out of a pig’s mouth? Is it that the pink pig has betrayed its kind, or someone revealed their true form?

The staff behind the camera laughed again, and their restrained chuckles made it hard to breathe.

Mu Qiu rolled her eyes, wiped the pig, and placed it on her shoulder, taking it along with her.

After passing the bamboo grove kite path, through a flower-strewn road, there was a small bridge over flowing water. The stream babbled, with a small section pooling into a puddle at a bend, clear to the bottom.

She had just stepped onto the boardwalk when she reconsidered and went back to squat down.

"Hey, to see my face, I don’t necessarily need a mirror. I can use the water’s reflection. Let me have a look."

Leaning by the edge of the bridge, she patiently waited for the water to calm down, lowering her head to take a close look at her face.

But as water continued to flow, the surface couldn’t settle completely, and despite staring until her eyes tired, she couldn’t clearly make out her face.

The reflection was as distorted as in a funhouse mirror.

She moved closer, hoping for a better view, but a loud gong sound suddenly rang out across from her.

She almost lost her footing, nearly toppling into the water. Luckily, the staff grabbed her shirt just in time.

"...What the heck was that sound!?"

Mu Qiu, still recovering from the fright, stood up supporting her knees, looking up.

After the gong had its opening, the drum sounds that followed seemed much more normal.

A group of burly men and elderly ladies emerged from the bamboo grove, dancing a yangko dance and surrounding someone drinking soybean milk while beating gongs and drums.

Gongs and drums weren’t enough; they added songs too.

"During the first month of spring, the pigs and sheep set out~ Pigs oh sheep ya~ Where to send them~ To our brave Eighth Route Army~"

This heavy Yellow Earth vibe contrasted starkly with the picturesque bridges, waterways, and bamboo-covered hills.

But the person in the middle seemed to adapt well, and after a brief awkward moment, peacefully stood in the center to watch the performance, sipping on the soybean milk with a "fu fu fu," finishing it, tossing the cup in the trash, and then...

Started swaying along with those older ladies.

Mu Qiu crouched behind the bushes, stunned by the shocking scene.

Involuntarily, she squeezed the pig on her shoulder.

"Turtle," Brother Huai actually likes this kind of vibe.