Chapter 20: The Great Melee

After a brief silence, the chat in the live stream exploded.

When Zhao Xiaohe's forehead was removed, a round red mark was clearly visible on Li Li's forehead, while Zhao Xiaohe's forehead remained as smooth as ever.

Li Li opened her eyes wide in disbelief. The next second, a huge wave of grievance and shame surged into her heart, and tears streamed down her face.

"You...you used me to plow the field...waaaaah..." She pointed at Zhao Xiaohe, crying so hard she couldn't even speak coherently.

Seeing her cry, Zhao Xiaohe was also a little at a loss. She scratched her head and told the truth, "I... I saw you were pushing against me hard, so I pushed back, but who knew you were so... so weak..."

These words only made things worse, as they brought tears to Li Li's eyes even more.

Zhao Xiaohe understood that, no matter what, it was a bit much to plow ten meters of land with someone's head on it.

She was taking things one step at a time and was preparing to sincerely apologize.

Unexpectedly, while tears streamed down her face, Li Li glared at her fiercely, then suddenly took a deep breath and shouted in a thick nasal voice, "I challenge you to a duel!"

Huh?! What kind of development is this?

Ling Wei sensed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward, trying to smooth things over: "Everyone, please calm down and let's talk this out..."

Her words were stuck in her throat.

Because the girl, who was still crying her eyes out, wiped her tears with the back of her hand while quickly pulling her phone out of her pocket, and a loud, energetic song immediately blasted out.

Before anyone could react, Li Li had already started her solo dance battle without saying a word, keeping time with the beat.

Everyone: "oi—!!"

This turn of events was so sudden!

She performed several crisp popping moves followed by a series of floor work moves, clearly demonstrating her solid street dance skills. She concluded with a provocative fingertip pointing at Zhao Xiaohe.

She was panting, tears streaming down her face as she glared at Zhao Xiaohe.

Zhao Xiaohe was easygoing by nature, and seeing her crying and jumping around, she found it both funny and helpless, and thought to herself, "Forget it, I won't argue with her."

But Li Li immediately raised her chin and shouted, "What professional idols? They're just a bunch of cowards who don't even dare to dance!"

You can criticize her, but you can't criticize her teammates!!

Zhao Xiaohe accepts the challenge!

She's still the main rapper, not only jumping around but also doing an impromptu rap.

"Yo, check it!"

He started the fight and then broke down in tears first. Is acting your ancestor?

You say our idol lacks courage, but your dancing looks forced.

If you want to compete, then go head-to-head. What kind of show is this, crying and whining?

You're number one at tilling the land, but dancing requires real skill!

"Go ahead and fight! Bring it on! I'll show you what a professional bomber looks like!"

After finishing her routine, Zhao Xiaohe stood calmly with her hands on her hips, looking at her opponent.

Seeing this, the rapper from the opposing team immediately stood next to Li Li, not to be outdone, and pointed at Zhao Xiaohe to give a rap as well:

"Hey! Just because you're good at farming doesn't mean you can fly to the sky?"

Look at those male idols who take off their clothes.

How dare someone with such thin muscles appear on the runway?

Why not go home and eat a few more bowls of rice!

Strength isn't about clothes; don't be arrogant with fancy moves!

This sweeping generalization has stirred up a hornet's nest.

A tall guy in Danhuai's team immediately got annoyed. He slid into the center of the battlefield, seized the rhythm, and retaliated:

"Yo! Does thin skin eat your rice?"

Sunshine and vitality are the key!

It's better than some people who resort to underhanded tactics and scheming!

If you're so capable, come and fight me head-on, stop talking nonsense behind my back!

The atmosphere at the scene was completely ignited. Most of the people who signed up for the idol competition were young people who had little experience of the harsh realities of society. Once their passion got the better of them, their rationality vanished.

I don't know who started it, maybe it was some disgruntled dancer who spontaneously started popping to the music, or maybe another rapper followed up with a few lines...

Above the stunning terraced fields, a chaotic battle of rap and dance suddenly erupts, centered around Li Lina's phone that is still stubbornly playing music.

What started as a somewhat organized battle quickly devolved into a chaotic, collective frenzy.

Rap no longer emphasizes single or double rhymes, and dance no longer has specific dance styles, becoming a chaotic and unrestrained expression of emotions.

Some villagers were even caught up in the atmosphere and joined the battle.

For example, the ever-smiling coach from Bai Wanqing's group patted the shoulder of the somewhat dejected female team member and comforted her in a strong voice: "Girls, don't be discouraged! It's just showing off your muscles, I can do that too!"

After saying that, he deftly took off his coat, revealing his well-defined and powerful bronze arms and back muscles, honed by years of hard work.

That solid physique is indeed much more visually impactful than the thin muscles of boys.

Amidst the girls' adoring gazes, he smugly cast a defiant look at Director He.

Director He was successfully provoked.

"It's like nobody has muscles!" He adjusted his glasses and began to unbutton his otherwise refined shirt, looking as if he were defending his dignity.

Just as the outer garment was about to slip off his body, Ling Wei reacted swiftly and wrapped it back up tightly around him.

"No, no, no! Calm down, Director! It's windy in the mountains, please don't catch a cold, Director!"

Although she felt a little bad for the director, she thought for a moment that the stick insect had come to life.

Seeing some rappers, driven by emotion, rapidly decline in vocabulary and veer towards vulgarity,

Ling Wei took a deep breath:

"Stop right there, all of you!!!"

The clear high notes soared into the sky, and the final notes, carrying a powerful and penetrating roar, exploded in the air above the terraced fields.

Off-screen, Qu Chen, who was simultaneously playing the live stream and monitoring audio, was caught off guard and was hit by the double blow of the high-pitched sound, causing him to jump up from his chair.

He abruptly ripped off his headphones and rubbed his ringing ears hard: "This voice..."

The people present were also stunned.

"We should have taken our time weeding and working!"

Now it's just a chaotic mess of dancing and headbutting!

If you open your eyes and talk about tasks, who will remember the tasks anymore?

Are you even going to weed? Is this even acceptable?

Ling Wei sang with perfect pronunciation, incorporating a currently popular tune.

"Pfft—" Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing first.

The laughter acted as a fuse, instantly igniting a wave of suppressed laughter, and the director, who was about to intervene, breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Ling Wei clapped her hands and said, "It's time to end this, everyone. We still need to calculate the points based on the effectiveness of weeding. If you still want to battle, wait for the official stage!"

The chaos in the field quickly subsided. Although everyone still had a bit of embarrassment and lingering smiles on their faces, they finally picked up their tools again and got back to the rhythm of weeding.