Pei Zhe certainly didn't want to break the ice; he wanted to smash Sang Qianshan's pig brain against the iceberg.
He glanced at Sang Qianshan, and seeing Cen Yu's resolute attitude, he simply said, "Then let's play rock-paper-scissors."
Sang Qianshan naturally agreed to whatever Cen Yu said. Pei Zhe thought for a moment and decided that if he really ended up playing rock-paper-scissors with Sang Qianshan, it would only mean that he was incompatible with this lousy show and should go pray to the gods after it ended.
So they agreed to play rock-paper-scissors.
"Let me tell you first, I'm planning to use scissors," Cen Yu said. "I'll give you a heads-up."
Upon hearing this, Sang Qianshan said, "So you're resorting to trickery now?"
Pei Zhe thought to himself, no wonder Cen Yu and Sang Qianshan can hang out together, their thought processes are a bit abnormal.
He nodded, too lazy to think of anything else, and just wanted to end this farce.
Sang Qianshan racked his brains for a long time trying to come up with a nesting doll idea, but finally decided to just go with whatever—
Once they had made their decision, they threw a punch together. In the end, Cen Yu and Sang Qianshan were both made of stone, while Pei Zhe was made of paper.
Cen Yu glanced at his own hands, then at Pei Zhe.
Pei Zhe found it genuinely amusing, and he said with a smile, "I believe it, but I wanted to lose, so I chose paper."
Family members...is anyone else like me...?
"Yes, I understand... Husband, this is imperial cuisine, I dare not eat it!"
I'm eating it! I'm eating it! My product is so delicious!
Pei Zhe, having won, naturally had the right to choose the preferred position. He directly selected the far right seat, while Cen Yu and Sang Qianshan made a final stand against him—
Finally, Cen Yu stood dejectedly in the middle.
Then the staff started tying them up.
Cen Yu glanced at the people on either side of him and said, "I think you should listen to our slogans."
Sang Qianshan certainly didn't disagree, and Pei Zhe also thought it was perfectly OK.
The entire three-legged race involves walking back and forth, first going to the table next to the director, then taking a glass of water, and finally determining the ranking based on time and the amount of water remaining.
Cen Yu estimated, "We'll just walk faster at the beginning."
As the whistle blew, Jian Zhou and Lin Xinyan's teams progressed smoothly, while Yu Huaining and Wei Ke took different steps and stumbled along.
Cen Yu here—
"Can't you tell left from right?!" Cen Yu yelled!
He wrapped his arms around the two men, feeling as if he had almost been torn apart by chariots!
These two actually stepped on his left and right legs at the same time! They practically lifted him up!
But perhaps it's because of some inexplicable competitive spirit!
Pei Zhe and Sang Qianshan had transformed into berserkers and raging bulls, each carrying one of Cen Yu on their backs and charging forward!
Anyone who didn't know better would think these two were working so hard just to earn enough for an air conditioner for their dorm room.
[...I didn't expect Pei Zhe to be so energetic (covers mouth) (covers mouth)]
[To avoid falling, my sister-in-law had one person on each side of her neck... Who understands? The difference in skin tone... Who understands!]
[Boys and girls charge forward to the division of the arena! Approaching us now are Pei Zhe and Sang Qianshan!]
In the scene, Cen Yu could only desperately wrap his arms around the necks of the two bulls to avoid being tripped.
Because he had just participated in a swimming competition, he was still a little wet, and in order to avoid falling in, he could only keep holding onto the shoulders of the two people tightly.
Pei Zhe and Sang Qianshan each grabbed one of his arms with one hand and wrapped their arms around his waist with the other.
Cen Yu's skin was already pale, and it became even more so after swimming. The three of them had a striking difference in skin tone. Pei Zhe and Sang Qianshan took long strides, both of them being over 185 cm tall, and quickly used their long legs to reach the table.
Cen Yu didn't have any hands at the moment, so Pei Zhe simply grabbed a cup.
Then the three of them prepared to go back.
Cen Yu knew they couldn't guarantee the water supply, so they had to race against time.
Ignoring whether he looked like a dangling gourd, he patted Pei Zhe on the shoulder and shouted, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"
Pei Zhe held a water glass in one hand and wrapped his other arm around Cen Yu's waist, while Sang Qianshan held on tightly to Cen Yu, afraid that he would fall.
Finally, the two bulls and their chariot successfully reached the finish line!
Of course, only one-fifth of the water in the cup remained. The next group to arrive were Lin Xinyan and her best friend, followed by Jian Zhou, and finally Yu Huaining and her friend.
Yu Huaining's face darkened at this moment.
He knew Wei Ke wasn't very bright, but he didn't expect her to be so completely disregard for him; the two of them had absolutely no understanding of each other.
And they will constantly blame themselves for not being able to keep up.
Lin Xinyan and Jian Zhou, on the other hand, cooperated well with their non-celebrity friends, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere that perfectly matched the show's tone.
As for Cen Yu, Pei Zhe, and Sang Qianshan—
"...You run quite fast."
"He's also quite strong."
Cen Yu commented on the two.
The next scene shows the production team calculating the remaining water in their respective cups and the time taken.
Although the trio was fast enough, they could only come in second place because there was not much water left in the cup.
Cen Yu had just finished selecting the ingredients and was high-fiving his teammates in celebration when he suddenly felt a gaze upon him... He looked in that direction and saw Yu Jinheng leaning against the second-floor terrace.
At this moment, all the doors to the terrace were open, and Yu Jinheng leaned on the railing, looking down at their game.
He seemed to be in poor health. It was already evening, and although the temperature was still high, the sea breeze brought a slight chill.
Yu Jinheng leaned quietly against the railing, wearing a thin coat.
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