Welcome to the Entertainment Space!

Our balloon magician will now invite three lucky audience members to participate in a fun magic game.

The magician has a cute little thing in his hand that will explode in 15 seconds.

The magician requires everyone to hold it for at least one second, and to hold it at least three times.

If anyone fails to do so, the magician will turn them into a little frog! Lucky ones, get ready to take this adorable little creature!

Lu Xingyun frowned slightly and smiled wryly: "This is truly a perverted game."

Everyone here is smart, and they immediately understood the key to this.

This is a ticking time bomb.

According to the rules, this means each person must hold onto the object for at least 3 seconds. Of course, to be on the safe side, each person should hold onto it for at least 4 seconds, plus the time it takes to pass the bomb...

Fifteen seconds is an extremely tight time limit, especially for the last person.

Trust is an issue that needs to be established between three strangers.

Having figured all this out, and looking at the two silent boys, Yuan Qingli asked directly, "Lu Xingyun, why did you help me just now?"

He had almost been bitten on the calf by the tiger, but Lu Xingyun's dagger had been a great help.

They were complete strangers, so don't tell her that Lu Xingyun was a saint incarnate; she wouldn't believe it.

Lu Xingyun paused, then stared at Yuan Qingli's calves beneath her cheongsam: "Oh dear, such firm calves, it's such a waste to eat them raw. They should at least be kneaded, roasted, and seasoned with cumin and chili powder..."

Seeing Lu Xingyun's malicious smirk, Bo Zijin snorted coldly and turned her head away, clearly showing her disdain.

He could tell whether words were true or false just by listening. This person was really bored.

Yuan Qingli looked at Lu Xingyun, staring intently into his eyes.

Although his smile was slightly sly, his eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest hint of lewdness.

It's as if they're trying to cover something up.

Yuan Qingli smiled and said, "My feet are a little sore right now, could you massage them for me?"

After speaking, she took a step closer, generously lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her fair, slender legs with some well-defined lines.

Lu Xingyun was startled and gave an awkward laugh: "Oh dear, my technique is not professional, it would be bad if I broke it."

Yuan Qingli remained silent; this guy, for now, seemed trustworthy.

He probably said that to avoid feeling burdened by the favor he received.

Then, Yuan Qingli turned her gaze to Bo Zijin, her eyes burning: "Are you worthy of our trust?"

When dealing with a domineering CEO, being direct is the best option.

Bo Zijin said solemnly, "I never let down those who trust me."

"Okay, then after the bomb appears, you two go first, and I'll go last," Yuan Qingli began to give instructions.

"Forget it. My parents taught us from a young age to give priority to ladies. If they knew I put a beautiful lady at the back to face the danger of the explosion, I'd get my legs broken." Lu Xingyun's words were always unreliable. "The beauty goes first, you go second, and I'll bring up the rear."

“Okay.” Bo Zijin didn’t stand on ceremony and confirmed the order decisively.

"Ah, ah?"

Lu Xingyun looked bitter. He thought to himself, "I was just saying that, but this guy could at least have been polite. Doesn't he even try to bargain?"

Where has the Chinese people's virtue of humility gone?

Bo Zijin simply closed his eyes and remained silent. Although he had many flaws, he wasn't stupid. With someone else to take the fall for him, why should he risk it himself?

"Then let's move closer."

Passing the bomb between the three people takes time; theoretically, the closer they stand, the less time they will save.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Lu Xingyun suddenly spoke up, "I have an idea. The system tells us we have to hold the bomb for one second and then pass it around. If we put the bomb on the ground and then hold it in our hands in turn, wouldn't that save us the time of passing it around?"

A light shone in Yuan Qingli's and Yuan Qingli's eyes.