There were some more charming girls at the party in the evening. In order to make the show complete, Pete had no choice but to bite the bullet and get close to Song Yun, as if there was something going on between them.

Song Yun took Peter's glass of wine, held it in her hand without drinking it, and asked with a smile, "Have you been to the hospital?"

Pete's face was slightly stiff. He had indeed been there, and nothing was found. But he was clearly not feeling well. Ever since he was forced to take the pill last night, he had been feeling unwell. It felt like there was a fire burning in his stomach. It wasn't painful, just a little uncomfortable. Add to that the threats of the death timer, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Ms. Song, can you give me the antidote in advance? I promise I won't say anything nonsense and I won't ruin your business." Pete's eyes were full of pleading.

I have to say that Pitt is very good-looking, with the popular puppy-like appearance in later generations, especially his begging look, which makes people irresistible.

Unfortunately, Song Yun was hard-hearted and indifferent to the beauty scheme, but the smile on her face remained unchanged.

She raised her glass and gently clinked it with Peter's. "I don't believe any verbal promises."

Peter said quickly, "I can write you a letter of guarantee. Really, I will definitely keep my promise."

Song Yun shook her head. "A man's guarantee is worthless to me. If you want to get the antidote in advance, then let me see your sincerity. If your sincerity can impress me, perhaps I can consider detoxifying you in advance, and save you some suffering."

The smile on Pete's face froze.

He is not a fool, but a specially trained intelligence officer, similar to an agent. Although his methods are not very glorious, the nature of his actions is no different.

Therefore, he knew clearly what Song Yun meant by sincerity.

"Ms. Song, I'm just a nobody with no say. I have no access to what you want. I just follow orders and never let us know anything else." Pete looked embarrassed. He didn't lie. It was really like that.

But Song Yun said, "It takes thought to come up with a solution. I believe you can do it."

Song Yun stood up after she finished speaking. She planned to go to the dance floor and listen to what those blonde girls were saying. Maybe she could get something out of it.

Pete was now her dance partner, so he had no choice but to hold her hand. His eyes were clearer than ever, and his hands were very gentlemanly, not daring to make any move at all.

Song Yun's dance was average, and she would step on Pete's feet from time to time. Pete tried hard to maintain a smile, but he was screaming in his heart, why is the dance music taking so long today, please end it quickly?

After the song ended, Song Yun didn't hear any useful information. It seemed that if they wanted to say something, they wouldn't say it in such a public place, but in a private space, when the feelings were at their peak and they were whispering in each other's ears.

Still a little regretful.

After the dance, Qi Mo Nan came over and glanced at the hand that Pete was holding. Pete felt a chill on his back and quickly let go.

I can’t afford to offend any of them.

"It's getting late, and you have a game tomorrow, so go back and rest." Qi Monan said.

Song Yun nodded, and then called Instructor Han and Instructor Wu, and the four of them returned to the guest room together.

Yamamoto Hiroyuki stood in the banquet hall, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand, staring at the backs of Song Yun and the others as they left.

The R country instructor came over, patted Yamamoto Hiroyuki on the shoulder, and said softly, "Don't act rashly. If you want to trample them under your feet, tomorrow may be your chance."

Yamamoto Hiroyuki looked at the instructor.

The instructor smiled and watched the Chinese team leave, his gaze fixed on the slender figure. "I heard that the contestant they're sending to compete tomorrow is that lady."