Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twist your neck, wiggle your hips, and all your worries will disappear...
Yu Qiuchi felt so nauseous from the shaking of the bridge that he almost threw up. He abandoned all pretense of composure and crawled forward.
Finally, they arrived at the last hurdle. Yu Qiuchi took a tentative step forward, only to be swept away by the water cascading down the undulating slope.
Before Yu Qiuchi could react, he grabbed the rope and climbed up, completely bewildered. But the slope was too slippery, and he couldn't keep his footing.
Yu Qiuchi regretted not wearing non-slip shoes; now she was relying entirely on her arm strength to climb up.
The water poured down again, and this time Yu Qiuchi couldn't even open his eyes. He could only squat down and wait for the water to flow past.
He cursed Zhou Baixi's design in his heart, saying it was unreasonable; how could he climb if he couldn't even open his eyes!
After the water receded, he paused for a moment. Just when the audience thought he was going to give up, Yu Qiuchi tightened the rope and climbed up in an instant, almost in a flash.
However, that was all he did. After reaching the top, he didn't even touch the button. Because he had rushed too hard, he was a little short of oxygen and his legs went weak. He ended up falling on Zhou Baixi, who was already waiting at the finish line.
The microphone emitted a piercing sound.
"Damn it!" Zhou Baixi let out a sharp, explosive sound. He fell to the ground like a shrimp, clutching his crotch and looking like he was about to cry, his face contorted: "Yu Qiuchi, I owe you for the rest of my life!"
Yu Qiuchi got up and looked at Zhou Baixi, who was rolling on the ground, and moved to the side guiltily. He had just hit his knee and didn't know if his balls were broken. "Should I call an ambulance for you?"
[It looks painful.]
[I squeezed my legs together; it felt cool down there.]
[Are you all decent people here? Am I the only one who took a screenshot? I think Zhou Baixi and Yu Qiuchi wouldn't be out of the question either.]
[I suddenly had an idea: a director sexually harasses a minor starlet. Has anyone written one? I'd love to read it.]
[If I get over fifty likes, I'll start writing.]
"No need." Zhou Baixi practically squeezed out those words through gritted teeth.
"Oh, that's fine then. Don't wait until it's too late, and don't try to scam me." Although Yu Qiuchi said this, she still checked Zhou Baixi's condition to make sure he was really alright before pressing the button.
"What's the grand prize?" Yu Qiuchi pulled Zhou Baixi up.
Yan Qing and the others also came over. Since they had just come around, they didn't know what had happened here. They only heard the gasps from the audience and Director Zhou's exclamation of "My balls are broken!"
Yan Qing saw Zhou Baixi with his legs crossed: "Director Zhou, when did you develop X-shaped legs?"
It's really like bringing up the very thing you shouldn't talk about. Yu Qiuchi looked at Zhou Baixi's pale face and patted his shoulder reassuringly: "He's just excited because we reached the summit."
"What is our grand prize?" Xie Tingsi asked expectantly.
Zhou Baixi glanced at the time on the big screen: 60 minutes and 1 second, and sneered: "Primitive manpower."
"What?" The guests were completely confused. What kind of grand prize was primitive human labor? And what were the bicycles, motorcycles, and cars on the screen for?
Everyone felt their Dao heart was unstable for a moment. Director Zhou wouldn't want them to do parkour, would he?
In an instant, their eyes met, and they realized the truth.
Zhou Baixi hurriedly ended the live broadcast and went to the hospital for a check-up. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.
Yu Qiuchi felt guilty for two seconds and then ordered him a kidney-tonifying soup.
"Here you go, it's good for your kidneys." Yu Qiuchi stood at the door of the director's room, carrying the soup, her eyes filled with schadenfreude.
"Get out! You're the one who needs tonics for your kidneys! I'm a stud!" Zhou Baixi angrily tried to close the door, but Yu Qiuchi's foot blocked it.
Yu Qiuchi glanced disdainfully at Zhou Baixi, who was only half a head taller than her, and thought he must be wearing invisible height-increasing insoles.
"You call yourself a macho man? You need to train for a few more years," Yu Qiuchi said disdainfully, poking Zhou Baixi's arm.
“At least it’s better than you. I wonder who it was back then who fell off the bed while rolling over and broke their bones.” Zhou Baixi’s tone was really sarcastic: “The most important thing is that the bed was only 30 centimeters off the ground.”
"That was just a coincidence, there's no point in bringing up the past." Yu Qiuchi wanted to splash the soup in her hand onto Zhou Baixi's face: "Are you going to drink it or not?"
"Drink, drink, drink!" Zhou Baixi quickly accepted, "It's rare for you to remember me."
Zhou Baixi went into the bricklayer's house, lifted the lid, and suddenly became alert: "You didn't cook this, did you?"
"Heh, you're overthinking it."
"That's good." Zhou Baixi was relieved to be alive, because even dogs wouldn't eat the food Yu Qiuchi made. Back then, he and Mo Weiyun only tried one bite and ended up in the emergency room with gastroenteritis overnight. "You shouldn't cook anymore."
"What, is it an honor for you that your Uncle Chi cooks for you!" Yu Qiuchi shoved the patient onto a small stool, then took over the entire sofa, crossed his legs, and acted like a big shot!
The door opened, and Mo Weiyun came in carrying a medical kit.
"Is the feng shui of my little place not so good today? How did I end up attracting both of you?" Zhou Baixi said sarcastically to Mo Weiyun, who had a cold expression on her face.
Mo Weiyun glanced at the soup in Zhou Baixi's hand, which made Zhou Baixi's hand tremble and shrink to the side.
"Eating won't shut you up." Yu Qiuchi casually grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the coffee table. "Mr. Mo, what brings you here?"
"Legs." Mo Weiyun placed the medical kit on the coffee table, squatted down, and carefully rolled up Yu Qiuchi's trouser legs.
Sure enough, my knees were bruised, and the bruises looked even more frightening against my already pale skin.
Yu Qiuchi struggled for a moment before feeling the pain: "It's nothing, I just fell. I won't die."
Mo Weiyun didn't say anything, but quietly applied the medicine to him.
"Slow down, slow down, it hurts! Ouch!"
"I'm telling you two, that's enough! I'm the one who's most seriously injured, okay? And you two are still being all lovey-dovey in front of me, a patient like me. At least show me some respect!" Zhou Baixi felt like he was glowing so brightly that he wouldn't need to turn on the lights at night.
Upon hearing this, Yu Qiuchi smiled at Zhou Baixi, stopped struggling, grabbed Mo Weiyun's chin and planted a kiss on it, looking smug and smiling like a little fox: "This is what real affection is. What happened just now was just applying medicine. People with heart conditions see everything as dirty."
Mo Weiyun nodded in agreement.
"You two get out of here after you've finished applying the medicine!" Zhou Baixi felt his blood pressure was very unstable. He pointed at the two unrepentant people in front of him and then at the door: "Just you wait, I'll find a partner sooner or later who will be even more clingy than you two."
Yu Qiuchi nodded, then said in a pretentious tone, "Okay, then remember to prepare our molecules first."
Zhou Baixi simply kicked the two of them out of the house.
Seeing Zhou Baixi get the short end of the stick, Yu Qiuchi felt much better.
Did you see the soup I put on my desk?
"Kidney tonic?" Mo Weiyun raised an eyebrow, his eyes like a wolf's, full of aggression: "What gave you the misconception that I'm impotent?"
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