Does this stray dog ​​even deserve my help to get up?

You've been reading too many shonen manga. Do you really think that opponents in a competition can respect each other?

Even if such a possibility exists, he would only do it under the circumstances where everyone is watching Li Junyang's every word and action.

And they'd love to give it a try.

But in private...

"Honestly, touching your hands makes me feel dirty."

Li Junyang frowned, wiped his hand that had just broken his opponent's finger with his clothes, and coldly glanced at his opponent, who was paralyzed in pain and unable to utter a word. Then he stood up, and in the instant he turned around, a gentle smile returned to his face. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked off the stage, saying calmly, "If you dare to talk nonsense in front of others after this, it won't be as simple as just a finger."

Without even glancing at the person, he basked in the admiring glances from the audience as he slowly walked off the stage and into the dimly lit contestant tunnel.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Junyang noticed that the darkness before him had been restored by lamplight, and a beautiful figure stood there gracefully, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Were you getting impatient? Sorry, I think I went a little too far and took extra care of him for a while, but he didn't seem to have a good temper. Maybe he felt embarrassed in front of so many people."

Li Junyang gave an apologetic smile, then reached out and took Qianying's hand, looking at her with both apology and affection, "As compensation, how about I treat you to dinner?"

"Yingying".