Qin Zhiluo became interested. "Brother, have you ever tried it?"
“Hmm, 1800,” Long Yanli said casually.
"Impressive!" Qin Zhiluo exclaimed with a bright smile, her lips curving upwards. Reaching over 1000 is impressive, but 1000 is also a significant hurdle.
Ryuji is the referee for this match and will not participate in this year's punching power test. "The first one is Ryuji."
Long Shi stepped onto the stage and bowed in the direction of Qin Zhiluo. "Greetings, Madam. I am Long Shi."
Qin Zhiluo nodded to him.
"Hahaha, amazing!" Li Huangchen patted Long Yanli on the shoulder. "He's got the skills."
Everyone who came up next greeted Qin Zhiluo first.
Wenjing watched this drama of vying for favor with great interest.
"Brother, aren't you going to do anything about it?" Qin Zhiluo smiled helplessly at Long Yanli.
“You are their master,” Long Yanli thought they did the right thing, and he decided to give them extra chicken legs.
The crowd: We'd better hold on tight to the lady's coattails!!!
"Want to give it a try?" Long Yanli had seen her fight before; her punching power was no less than Long Er's.
“Okay,” Qin Zhiluo said, pulling Wenjing upstairs.
"What is your reward?" Wenjing asked Long Er curiously.
"The first place winner can have one wish granted."
Second place prize: 10 million
The third place prize is 5 million.
Ryuji answered very respectfully.
Qin Zhiluo and Wen Jing exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other's meaning.
The current number one is 1104.
The second place is 1055.
"I'll go first," Qin Zhiluo said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
Qin Zhiluo slowly raised her arm, moved her wrist, and slowly clenched her slender fingers into a fist, casually tapping it, "1103".
"Holy crap, Luo Luo did this on purpose, didn't she?" Li Huangchen was utterly exasperated.
Long Yanli's thin lips curled slightly; he was a little money-grubber.
The people on the field were scratching their heads in disbelief; the lady was just too powerful!
Long Er subconsciously took a step back on the stage. The lady was formidable.
Qin Zhiluo stepped aside, gesturing for Wenjing.
Wenjing moved around a bit and then typed in a random number, "1056".
"Holy crap!" Li Huangchen was utterly speechless.
Fu Yiming gave her a deep look; this little body was quite strong.
Guandu was not surprised at all.
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The crowd: Madam, Miss Wenjing, that's not how you play a game! It's too hurtful!
The two of them quickly went to the side to collect their money.
Long Shi, who came in first place, was overjoyed and thanked the two for sparing his life.
Long Yi, who came in fourth place, cried out with a long face, "Madam, Miss Wenjing, I don't want to like you anymore!"
"Treat us to a meal," Guan Du said to the two of them with a faint smile.
"No problem," the two agreed readily.
"What's the next match?" Qin Zhilu felt like she had found a way to make money.
"Shooting competition this afternoon," Long Yanli led them to the cafeteria first.
They sat in the hot pot area.
Guandu was preparing a dipping sauce for Junlin, asking, "Do you want some cilantro?"
Junlin's cheeks flushed as he ate, a smile playing on his lips.
Qin Zhiluo glanced at them, then turned to Long Yanli, "Brother, do you like cilantro?"
"I don't like it," Long Yanli replied firmly.
"Great minds think alike," Qin Zhiluo said happily, giving him a kiss.
“Sigh, I often feel out of place when A-Yue isn’t around,” Li Huangchen said sadly, patting Fu Yiming on the shoulder. “Right, brother?”
Fu Yiming ignored him and busied himself putting meat in Wenjing's bowl.
Guan Du kindly gave Li Huangchen a bunch of coriander as well.
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