The host glanced at the director not far away, and the director nodded to continue.
The show went on, and Song Nuan, as if there had been no dispute with the other two, took the initiative to greet them, "Qin He, Yin Zi, long time no see."
Yin Zi remained silent with a cold face.
Qin He raised an eyebrow, "It hasn't been long. I still see your name frequently on live streams."
Because of the conflict between her and Song Nuan, some viewers in the live stream had changed their names to: Song Nuan is a monkey, Song Nuan is green, etc.
Song Nuan's smile stiffened.
The following discussion continued to revolve around Qin He's profession as a mortician.
Qin He said calmly, "Most deceased individuals who require makeup are relatively simple, but some who die unexpectedly can be more complex. It might involve stitching, filling, and if there are missing parts, they need to be molded."
Song Nuan suddenly interjected, "Miss Qin He, I've always been curious. You say that morticians are for the deceased's final dignity. Since this profession is so noble, why do you wear gloves when handling bodies? Is it out of taboo or fear?"
Song Nuan managed to ask a tricky question with such innocent curiosity, making Xiao Lu's eyes full of a desire to learn.
Qin He raised her eyelids and looked at the host, "We wear gloves to prevent bacteria from contaminating the body, and also to prevent bacteria from the body from getting onto our hands. If bacteria contaminate the body, it can have an effect, potentially forming post-mortem stains."
As soon as Qin He finished speaking, Song Nuan on the side let out an innocent "Oh."
"So that's how it is. Are you actually quite afraid of the bacteria on corpses?"
Qin He felt Song Nuan was stirring up trouble, "I'm also afraid of the bacteria on living people. For example, you, with such heavy makeup, you attract quite a lot of bacteria."
Song Nuan's lips twitched, but she maintained her image in front of the camera, blinking innocently and looking at the host with a wronged expression.
The host chuckled, "Song Nuan is probably just very curious about this profession, so she has a lot of questions."
Yin Zi on the side snorted, "She does have a lot."
The discussion then moved on to other aspects of the mortician profession, with the host asking Qin He about the most memorable deceased person she had handled.
Qin He recalled for a moment, "Many."
She had handled too many bodies – elderly people in their eighties, and children who had died accidentally.
There was once an eight-year-old girl who was run over by a semi-trailer truck, a sight that still made Qin He's heart pound.
"Then Miss Qin, are you perhaps not afraid of ghosts or gods? There should be nothing in this world, no bodies or anything else, that can frighten you, right?" the host said with a smile.
Qin He looked at the host, "I am afraid of things, but fear doesn't stop me from doing my job."
The times Qin He was most afraid were when the body was delivered and the white cloth covering the deceased was lifted.
At that moment, she didn't know what the person under the cloth looked like, or what expression they had. Sometimes they looked peaceful, and other times, in cases of accidental death, their eyes would be wide open in a ghastly stare, their mouths agape, revealing their white teeth.
Every time that happened, her heart would tremble.
Qin He was starting to feel uncomfortable with the questions, as the host seemed to be deliberately asking about things she disliked.
Among the questions Lu Mingxi had provided, she had crossed out some, but the questions being asked now were not from that list.
Song Nuan sat to the side, feigning ignorance.
"That's so good, giving the deceased their final dignity. It makes me a little envious. If I stop being an actress in the future, I might go into this line of work."
Qin He let out a smile of indeterminate meaning, "Song Nuan, this is a salaried position. It requires a relevant academic degree and an entrance exam. I wonder how your grades are?"
Song Nuan: "..."
During the online arguments, Song Nuan's academic records were exposed as having been faked, and she had dropped out of high school in her second year.
The host, seizing the moment, changed the subject to end this segment, "Everyone has been chatting for a while and must be tired. Let's play some board games."
The board games were sponsored by an advertiser, and the first one up was Werewolf.
There were six players: three villagers, one witch, and two werewolves.
Qin He drew a villager card and sat quietly, watching others play.
Song Nuan, likely wanting to showcase her intelligence during this segment, boldly declared, "Last night was a peaceful night. Because I, the witch, used my potion, Yin Zi was attacked. Yin Zi, from now on, you will follow me! Vote for whoever I vote for. Trust me!"
Yin Zi: "..." What is this?
The remaining players played a round, and Qin He became the target of Song Nuan's accusations.
"I think Qin He's explanation just now was not clear at all. Her words were so vague, she must be guilty."
Qin He frowned, "I'm just not very good at playing this game."
Song Nuan's eyes widened, "Don't play dirty! You can't talk like that in Werewolf!"
Qin He pursed her lips.
By the end of the game, although Yin Zi didn't follow Song Nuan's advice, the two hosts, who were werewolves, eventually won.
"Who was the witch?" the host asked with surprise.
Qin He turned over her identity card, "It was me. I've never played this before, I don't really understand it."
Song Nuan giggled, "Qin He, you're so stupid, hahahaha—"
Qin He narrowed her eyes.
The host tried to smooth things over.
Soon, another card game started, this time a traditional card game. The host explained the rules.
It seemed that players would take turns placing cards on the table, forming a long chain. If they encountered the same number, they could take them together. Those who were slow or reacted slowly, or had their cards covered by others, would lose their turn.
"Qin He, this is much simpler, very suitable for you," Song Nuan said with a mocking smile.
Qin He frowned. If it weren't for not wanting to make Lu Mingxi uncomfortable, she would have left long ago.
Cards were placed one by one, some being taken, others unfortunately covered.
The highlight at this moment was Song Nuan, who played with practiced skill, giggling with delight when she took cards, and whining pitifully when her cards were covered.
Qin He felt goosebumps listening to her. While others were placing cards, she leaned over to Yin Zi and whispered, "How's her acting?"
"Very fake," Yin Zi whispered back.
Qin He placed another card. Song Nuan, holding a card, swiftly placed it on top.
Qin He's hand had not yet retracted when Song Nuan slapped it onto the table.
"Ah! I didn't mean to!" Song Nuan, while Qin He withdrew her hand, covered Qin He's card and smiled, "I've covered it, you can't take it now."
Qin He looked at her reddened hand and then at Song Nuan, her eyes sharp.
Trying to cause trouble?
Suppressing her anger, Qin He continued the game. When Song Nuan finished placing her cards, just as Qin He was about to place hers, Song Nuan suddenly reached out and snatched the card from under her hand.
The cards were of good quality and had sharp edges. Song Nuan's swift movement caused a scratch.
She cried out, her hand bleeding.
The wound was not large, but Song Nuan clutched her hand, looking at Qin He with surprise and a wronged expression, "Qin He, what are you doing?"
Yin Zi quickly interjected, "Qin He didn't mean to, you reached out too fast!"
Song Nuan bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up with tears, "Do I still have to apologize to Qin He?"
Yin Zi frowned, "I didn't say you had to apologize, I'm just explaining that it was an accident just now."
As Yin Zi was about to explain further, Qin He raised her hand to stop her.
She twirled the card in her hand between her fingers, "Song Nuan, have you acted enough? I'm disgusted by you!"