Ling Xiao's face immediately showed apology: "Sorry, are you okay?"
He lowered his head slightly and looked at Zhao Bin with gentle and bright eyes.
Zhao Bin was slightly stunned. In fact, Zhao Bin felt that Ling Xiao was not suitable for participating in variety shows. Someone as elegant, polite and humble as him should appear at press conferences or on the red carpet, although he had participated in all of the above.
"Hahaha, I, Zhao Bin, have thick skin and strong muscles. This little injury is nothing!" Zhao Bin laughed and said, "But Ling Xiao, you have to wait. After I go back and strengthen my training, I will definitely pull you down!"
Ling Xiao raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Then I'll wait."
Han Jiang had fallen down countless times, many of which were caused by Zhao Bin's kicks. The opponent's kicks were very strong, and he felt that his shoulders might have been bruised. When he saw Zhao Bin being pulled down by Ling Xiao, he was actually a little happy.
"The previous few games were almost as bad as this one. Now Brother Bin has finally experienced it himself! And... " Han Jiang changed the subject, his voice revealing a bit of grievance: "Brother Bin, have you forgotten that we are on the same team?"
He took a step back and tugged at his clothes: "Brother Bin, look, this is yellow clothes, right? We are in the same team, right?"
"Look here again!" Han Jiang picked up the cloth that was close to his shoulders. There were several footprints on it. Although they were not very obvious, they were messy and confusing, and it was obvious that it had been stepped on more than once.
Zhao Bin's face turned red and he coughed softly a few times: "I'm so sorry, Xiao Jiang, I haven't played this game for a long time, so it's inevitable that I'm a little rusty at first, and Ling Xiao kept holding me, so my movements might have been a little too big."
All the guests couldn't help laughing when they heard this.
Shan Lingling said: "It seems like it was just a big fight. Congratulations to Teacher Ling Xiao for winning the first round and successfully adding a point to our Red Team!"
She said as she clapped softly.
Ling Xiao's victory was not based on brute force but on strategy. In the first round, no one was used to it and all kinds of tactics were mixed. In the chaos, Ling Xiao seized the opportunity and won the championship in one fell swoop!
Zhao Bin's face showed a bit of bitterness. He covered his chest and said, "It was a mess just now. I wonder if everyone still remembers our punishment? The losing team in each round of the game will be punished by drinking freshly squeezed lemon juice. Now it's time for the punishment."
Cheng Jushu also covered her eyes: "I really don't want to drink lemon juice! Save me!"
Zhao Bin couldn't help laughing: "Don't be sad, Brother Bin will protect you."
Cheng Jushu's eyes sparkled, and then he heard his next words: "You drink the first cup first."
Cheng Jushu's expression froze, and he smiled bitterly, "What kind of protection is this?"
There was laughter coming from the audience, and someone was shouting Cheng Jieshu's name.
As the most popular boy band today, the number of fans of FREE members cannot be underestimated.
Soon, a staff member pushed the table forward and handed cup after cup of lemon juice to the guests from Team Yellow.
Guo Yin didn't dare to look at the lemon juice in his hand: "Is the production team so considerate?"
Zhao Bin said: "Close your eyes and pinch your nose. It will only take a blink of an eye!"
"I don't want to pinch my nose."
"Then just enjoy it yourself! I'm the captain, so you can have the first drink! It's just a glass of juice, what's so unacceptable about that?!" Zhao Bin said and drank the glass in one gulp.
The audience applauded for his courageous performance.
Zhao Bin's carefree and unrestrained attitude did not last long. He soon covered his face and bent over, his voice leaking out from between his fingers: "I... this lemon juice is really deadly!"
Shan Lingling patted his shoulder and said, "You shouldn't have boasted just now."
After the pulling and trampling just now, all the guests' clothes were in a mess, only Meng Yao's clothes were the neatest and most neat.
Ling Xiao had been paying attention to her and directly handed the colorful flag in his hand to her.
Meng Yao's hands were still in her pockets. She looked up at Ling Xiao and raised her eyebrows.
Ling Xiao said softly: "Don't you want to take a look? It's better if you hold it yourself."
"Thanks."
Meng Yao took the colorful flag and stroked it lightly with her fingers. It was not because she liked it very much, but because she was too bored and wanted to find some new ways to do it.
Ling Xiao turned his head to look at her, his eyes unconsciously revealing a bit of doting: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Is this a prop from the show?"
"If you want it, there's a way."
Meng Yao did not nod. She waved the small colorful flag again, but soon lost interest and returned the flag to Ling Xiao.
"Don't you like it anymore?"
Meng Yao raised the corners of her lips, not hiding her bad habits: "I don't have much perseverance, I only get excited after three minutes."
Ling Xiao took the colorful flag and said, "There will be a second and third round later. Remember not to try too hard. The guests in this round are all pretty crazy."
"Okay." Meng Yao agreed very readily.
The yellow team on the other side is still receiving punishment.
After drinking a large glass of lemon water, Cheng Jishu felt his stomach was turning sour and he felt very uncomfortable. He even had the illusion of wanting to vomit.
He looked to the side and saw that Han Jiang, Guo Yin and the others were not much better off than himself. Han Jiang even squatted on the ground for a long time and was unwilling to get up.
Cheng Jishu looked to his right. Han Mei raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, but his facial expression did not change much.
This was the most calm person Cheng Jieshu had ever seen. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised, "Brother Mei, you are amazing. There is no difference between drinking this lemon juice and drinking water!"
Han Jiang also looked over with envy when he heard this.
Although Han Mei doesn't like to talk, he often takes first place in various small games. His balance and agility are both excellent. This kind of natural talent is something that many people envy.
Guo Yin twitched his lips: "Brother Mei usually likes to have a cold face. He doesn't even smile, let alone it's just a glass of lemonade!"
Han Mei's gaze swept over.
It seemed that the deterrent effect was too strong, and Guo Yin made a gesture to cover his mouth.
Han Mei's gaze shifted away again, staring in one direction unconsciously. Then he seemed to realize something and quickly retracted his gaze.
But he lowered his eyebrows and his expression was not very clear.
With so many people watching, Xue Yali certainly couldn't just cheat and not drink. After she took a sip, she realized how powerful this glass of lemon juice was. Her delicate face was distorted, and she reached out her hand to cover her face belatedly.
(End of this chapter)