"Yes, yes, it’s so obvious—she’s definitely the undercover!"
"Nobody guess this round, just ignore the clues and all—she’s the one for sure!"
Same clothes, same hairstyle, but Tang Shu managed to project a completely different vibe. It wasn’t an overstatement to say she stood out like a crane among chickens.
If she’s not the undercover, then who is?
As everyone teased Tang Shu, they didn’t forget to include Zhang Yilin, showering them both with some special attention.
"You two are quite something, you know—do you realize you can draw resentment this way?"
"Exactly! Brothers, let’s vote them out first in the first and second rounds!"
They’re ruining the team’s aesthetic; a family should be uniform... and ugly!
At that moment, even Chen Xin, who was in the same camp as Tang Shu, couldn’t help but nod seriously, "I also think you’re the undercover."
At times like these, who could care about sisterly affection?
We agreed to be ugly together, yet you sneakily got all dolled up—unforgivable!
Clearly, it was the hairstylist’s fault, yet I’m the one who has to bear the brunt—can’t we have a nice chat anymore?
Just after receiving the Mission Card in the styling room and becoming aware of her role, Tang Shu’s eyes narrowed, and she suddenly smiled at everyone.
"Alright, since you’ve guessed it... I admit, I am the undercover."
After saying so, she nodded very earnestly to add credibility to her words.
Everyone collectively sighed.
The astonished assistant director behind the camera gave Tang Shu a glance, "I didn’t expect this artist to have such a good sense for variety shows!"
Having a good sense for variety shows is great—it means he won’t have to work with the planners day and night trying to find explosive highlights for the audience.
His work could definitely be more relaxed!
"This Tang Shu is not bad; she’s young but responds quickly. She’s grasped the essence of our Program Team,"
At this time, the prop team that had just come out of the styling room heard this remark, glanced down at Tang Shu under the camera, and their gaze grew more and more peculiar.
"Let’s Detective Together" could maintain its high popularity largely because they don’t assign roles to the guests willy-nilly. Initially, the identity cards were drawn based on the guests’ own luck, and what they drew determined their role.
The rest of the recording relied on personal EQ and IQ.
As a member of the prop staff, he still held everyone’s randomly drawn identity cards in his hand, and as for Tang Shu...
Forget it, better not remind the assistant director.
Some things are better observed on one’s own—aren’t surprises more delightful that way?
Meanwhile, Zhang Yilin, far from feeling ostracized, actually seemed quite happy, scampering over to Tang Shu’s side.
"They’re picking on us. We have to form teams later, right? Let’s team up together, shall we?"
People looked at Zhang Yilin only to see his eyes shining bright as he gazed at Tang Shu, blatantly flashing the words "Great leader, please take me with you."
"Eh? Are you acting all pitiful because you think Tang Shu’s pretty and forgot who you are?"
"So you’re even playing the sympathy card, Xiao Linzi. You’re borrowing the east wind quite well, aren’t you?"
"Ah, now I remember—wasn’t it Tang Shu who turned you from an idol prince to a rustic reveler all of a sudden?"
With this reminder, many people also recollected that incident.
Zhang Yilin was a top male actor, who had debuted as an idol trainee, one of those who carried the heavy burden of being an idol.
However, his rustic reveler image had stuck in people’s hearts since his last appearance on "Happy Together."