Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 87 Don’t Force Me to Undress You

"Will you die if you lower your voice?"

Chu Wei snapped at Sang Chuan in a hushed tone while continuing to put on her shoes. As she spoke, she finished tying the laces and stood up.

Chuyun also changed into her shoes right after Chu Wei.

Sang Chuan’s gaze repeatedly shifted between his feet and Chu Wei’s sneakers, finally landing on Chu Wei’s face.

He swallowed hard and solemnly asked, "Could you lend me your sneakers?"

A ruthless "Get lost" burst out of Chu Wei’s mouth.

"And look at the size of your enormous feet—do you really think they’ll fit into my size 34 shoes?"

[You can tell Sang Chuan genuinely yearns for a pair of sneakers.]

[Poor Sang Chuan—his shoes and socks got confiscated by the men in black. Even if he wants to cheat, he doesn’t have the tools for it.]

Sang Chuan’s eyes drifted toward Chuyun’s feet. Chuyun quickly retracted her feet and scolded him irritably, "What are you doing? I’m your elder, and your way of looking at me is highly offensive!"

Chu Wei stepped forward to shield Chuyun, pointing two fingers at Sang Chuan as she snarled fiercely, "Look again, and I’ll poke your eyes out!"

Forget it—these two women are too fierce. Give up!

Sang Chuan decided to turn around and go back to climbing, but just as he turned, his gaze suddenly froze on the photographer.

"Brother, you look really strong and robust, probably very tall—taller than me, right?" Sang Chuan had an ingratiating, fawning expression on his face.

[Something feels off, very off. Sang Chuan clearly seems to be flattering the photographer, but why do his eyes look like a starved wolf eyeing a plump sheep?]

[There’s a vague sense that the photographer is about to fall victim to something.]

Suddenly called out, the photographer was momentarily startled and replied somewhat dumbly, "Uh... well, I guess I’m around 185."

Sang Chuan’s eyes instantly lit up, and with a sly grin, he slowly approached the photographer.

"What are you up to?"

The photographer finally realized something was wrong and started retreating.

But Sang Chuan suddenly lunged at the photographer, shouting excitedly yet creepily, "Give it to me!"

"Don’t move, don’t move... my camera..."

Seizing the moment while the photographer was busy protecting his camera, Sang Chuan crouched down and began tugging at his shoes. "Brother, I won’t make this hard for you. Just hand over your shoes, and we’ll call it even."

"Sang Chuan, what are you doing? Your behavior isn’t any different from a bandit!" Chu Wei couldn’t hold back anymore and tried to stand up for the photographer.

In response, Sang Chuan shot Chu Wei a dramatic eye-roll and said, "Come on, sis, we’re part of the same team here—our success or failure is collective. If I have to hike in these crappy shoes, I’ll definitely drag us down. What’s the point of you reaching the top first? Knowing how this show operates, they definitely won’t let you pick accommodations ahead of everyone else."

What Sang Chuan said made perfect sense, yet Chu Wei’s face inexplicably turned red. She feigned anger, saying, "Do whatever you want!" novelbuddy.cσ๓

Then she turned her head away, refusing to look at Sang Chuan.

[Wait, I don’t get it—Sang Chuan already explained himself, so why is Chu Wei still mad?]

[Could it be that Chu Wei isn’t mad but embarrassed?]

[This cheeky Sang Chuan might actually have a little game. That "sis" he casually threw out might’ve just been a filler word, but when delivered in such a deep, resonant voice, it wasn’t "just a word" to Chu Wei anymore.]

[Forget Chu Wei—even I got a little flustered by that "sis." I need to clip that audio and play it on repeat later.]

The photographer refused to cooperate and kept shrinking back, but Sang Chuan grabbed his ankles.

"Brother, don’t push me—I still have patience, but don’t make me use force, okay?" Sang Chuan’s tone sounded innocent but was utterly annoying.

"No way! I have to hike with you guys all the way to the top—what am I supposed to wear if you take my shoes?" The photographer made one last attempt to resist.

Sang Chuan replied, "Isn’t that simple? Just hike back down the way you came. No need to follow us uphill."

"If you keep fighting me, I’ll have my sisters gang up on you!" Sang Chuan tightened his grip on the photographer’s feet and called out, "Hey, two sis—come help me hold him down. Time to strip him!"

No matter their age, women are generally powerless against a cute younger guy calling them "sis."

Chuyun, absolutely charmed by Sang Chuan’s "sis," joined in trying to persuade the photographer. "It’s three against one—you don’t stand a chance. Smart people know when to adapt."

Under the trio’s combined pressure, the photographer’s shoes and socks ultimately ended up on Sang Chuan’s feet.

In the end, the poor photographer had no choice but to slink downhill, carrying his camera. This batch of guests was undoubtedly the hardest group he’d ever had to film.

Song Shiye and Qin Jiaxiang appeared, carrying Grandma Song up the mountain in a bamboo sedan chair, just as Sang Chuan finished robbing the photographer and changed into his new shoes and socks.

Song Shiye was appalled, "You guys cheated!"

Sang Chuan chuckled slyly, "Xiao Ye, if you take this seriously, you’ve already lost. Sure, I cheated—what can you do about it?"

With that, Sang Chuan strutted ahead like a pompous rooster, even turning to stick his tongue out mockingly at Song Shiye.

Chu Wei and Chuyun hurried to follow him—they were still several families behind and needed to catch up quickly.

"Xiao Ye," Grandma Song suggested, "Why don’t I get off? Having me on the chair slows you down too much."

Song Shiye immediately vetoed the idea, "No way, Grandma. You’re elderly; climbing such a steep mountain risks fracturing bones."

Qin Jiaxiang agreed, "It’s fine, Grandma Song. If we can’t manage, we’ll pause for a rest. No need to tire yourself out."

Grandma Song scoffed and clung to the bamboo chair’s edge, peering down at Song Shiye. "I may be old, but I’m not dead—I’ve climbed mountains taller than this with my girlfriends. Who do you think you’re patronizing?"

[Grandma Song wasn’t exaggerating—my grandma’s over eighty and still farms cornfields. She’s so nimble, it sometimes feels like I’m the useless one.]

[Grandma Song looks barely seventy with energy outmatching plenty of young folks. She must get regular exercise.]

Determined as ever, Grandma Song couldn’t be swayed, leaving Song Shiye and Qin Jiaxiang no choice but to let her down.

Still worried she might tire out later, they refused to abandon the bamboo chair and continued hauling it, even though it was empty.

Carrying the chair without Grandma Song’s weight made things significantly lighter, and Song Shiye and Qin Jiaxiang sped up.

Within minutes, Grandma Song dashed ahead of them, stopping on high ground with her hands on her hips to boast, "Oh ho ho! You two youngsters can’t even keep up with an old granny like me!"

Song Shiye’s heart raced with concern, and he quickly warned, "Grandma, be careful—don’t trip!"

"Relax, relax. I’ve got it all under control."

Watching Grandma Song’s figure gradually fade into the distance, Qin Jiaxiang couldn’t resist joking to Song Shiye, "Honestly, I feel like I’m the one who should’ve been in the bamboo chair."

Song Shiye grinned and teased, "Let’s not—I don’t think I could carry you."

[Just two days in, and Xiao Ye’s already been "Sang-ified"—his tone sounds more and more like Sang Chuan, full of cheeky banter.]

[Makes sense, though—boys at this age are all about playful teasing. Look at Shen Yi, even in his twenties, still being a wisecracker.]

[Or maybe Shen Yi’s sharp tongue isn’t teasing—just plain sarcasm.]