Chapter 42: Small Theater 2
The hearts of the people who witnessed the power of dry juice almost jumped into their throats. The alarm clocks in their hands were like sickles hanging above their heads. The speed at which the teenagers asked questions became faster and faster. The action of throwing the alarm clock almost became an afterimage, for they were afraid that this time bomb would explode in their arms.
"At what age do you still wet the bed?"
".......Four years old." A gnashing voice mixed with the laughter of the crowd came.
"What kind of girl do you like?" asked Fuji.
Tezuka adjusted his glasses, the frames appearing a light gold under the reflection of the light, "A serious girl."
"Is there any girl you like in our school?"
Tezuka glanced at him, "That's the next question."
Bu Er smiled and handed over the alarm clock, but his eyes fell on the girl who was clenching her palms beside him.
Omoto: "Has Kaidou-kun been wearing a headscarf since he was a child?"
"Shh... No, it's just a hobby."
"Can Senior Liu walk with his eyes closed? Have you ever opened your eyes?"
"Yes, no." Just a few very short words.
"Sanada, when did you start playing tennis?"
"When I was in elementary school, I was with my friends."
"Do you know any pretty girls? Can you introduce them to me?"
"No, forget it even if you have Qianshi."
"Is there someone you like?" Kamio asked Ibu who was standing beside him.
"No......."
Just as he finished speaking, Kikyo handed over the lottery box with a smile, "Ibu, your answer in the last round was also 'I don't know'. Well, accept the punishment quickly."
"...Is this actually a bug? Or is Ming deliberately asking me 'Who is your secret crush' last time and asking me 'Do you have anyone you like' this time? If I don't have anyone, won't the reply be the same..." Iwu's mumbling popped out like beans, and the resentment in his body almost solidified.
One person from the red group fell off.
"Right now, there are more White Team members on the field. Please cheer up, Red Team members."
Yuan's voice was like water foam splashing into a frying pan. The young men were shoulder to shoulder, looking at their opponents with a determination to refuse to admit defeat.
"The alarm is expected to go off in one minute and three seconds, and the probability of it falling on me is 12.3%."
Senior Gan's voice penetrated the noisy environment and penetrated into his ears.
Feng Jian glanced down at the white tag that was sticking out of Tao Cheng's pocket, and when he took the alarm clock, he quickly stuffed it into Tao Cheng's arms. Questions popped up like beans:
"Momoshiro, was it Tachibana-san who you dated last time?"
“Huh?!” Taocheng’s voice had just emerged when Ju Xing’s exclamation came up: “Huh!”
The girl's face flushed bright red. Kamio, standing opposite her, jumped up and poked his finger at Momoshiro's face: "Okay, so you were the one I came to find during Xingziqiao's training last time?!"
"What do you mean by this guy..."
"No quarreling, you two are still in the game..."
The scene was in chaos until the ringing of a bell broke the noise. Taocheng lowered his head with a stiff neck, and then he realized that he was still holding the alarm clock in his hand.
Momoshiro, who was forced to drink the dry juice, left the stage with regret. Fengjian rubbed his nose, trying to ignore the feeling of being on edge, and repeated to himself several times: I'm sorry, Momoshiro, the Red Team will definitely be the winner in the end.
After solving the big trouble with Momoshiro, Kazama breathed a sigh of relief. Now, those sitting next to her were her senior Kikumaru and President Tezuka, and the questions they asked were all within her ability to answer.
Exclamations and the sound of a ringing bell pierced the air. Kazama followed everyone's gaze and noticed that the alarm clock had fallen into Atobe's hands.
"I didn't expect that even our Ice Emperor would suffer his first defeat," Gen said, handing over the lottery box and microphone. "Atobe-kun, do you want to express your thoughts?"
Atobe glanced at the paper microphone with disdain, his chin raised slightly, "I'm not someone who can't stand losing."
As he spoke, he grabbed a piece of paper from the lottery box. His expression faltered as he unfolded it. When Yuan looked over, he had already torn the paper into pieces. He folded his arms across his chest and said, "Only the first prize is worthy of me. Where's the prize?"
Yuan didn't dare to complain about the note not being allowed to be torn, but just silently handed over the enhanced dry juice.
After finishing his drink, Atobe remained frozen in place, still sipping his tea.
Oshitari, who was standing by, adjusted his glasses and said, "Even though you have lost consciousness, do you still want to rule the world?"
Echizen lowered the brim of his hat, "We're still a long way off."
One person from the red group fell off.
"Oops, there's a rule I forgot to mention. If all team members survive a round, they get one chance to revive a teammate. The team members can decide who to revive."
"Just now, all members of Team White cleared the stage. Team White has a chance to revive a teammate. Please choose which teammate you want to revive... Team White has decided to revive Taocheng! Let's welcome Taocheng back to the battlefield and the game continues!"
Feng Jian's face turned pale and he muttered to himself: "You must be kidding..."
"Kazama~"
Her words were interrupted by a faint voice behind her. Fengjian turned back with a stiff neck, and met a pair of resentful eyes. Taocheng grinned at her, revealing eight neat teeth, "I will definitely take good care of you."
Cold sweat broke out on Fengjian's forehead.
——If I had known there was such a rule as resurrection, I wouldn’t have offended him to death just now.
The same thought flashed through the mind of the person who had just let down his teammate.
But Fengjian didn't expect that his retribution would come so quickly.
"Kazama, is there someone you like in our tennis club?"
Fengjian's heartbeat suddenly got stuck in her throat, as if hit by a tennis ball. The moment the question hit her, her head exploded. The gazes from all around made her neck numb, and her clenched palms were almost sweating.
"I......"
The voice stopped abruptly, and the alarm clock in my arms exploded in my ears, as if the string in my heart finally broke.
"Time's up."
"April, if you lose, you will be punished."
Fengjian stared at the first prize on the slip, her fingertips shaking so much that she couldn't hold the paper. In a trance, she seemed to see the cup of green juice climbing up the white paper, making her fingertips look green.
"It's so rude to ask a girl to drink up all the juice. I was just joking." Momoshiro scratched his head. "Kazama, the question just now should be easy to answer..."
Before he finished speaking, everyone stared in amazement as Feng Jian picked up the dry juice and drank it all in one glass, "No way..."
"So amazing..." Taocheng's eyes were dull.
The spicy and bitter taste exploded on the tip of her tongue, and Fengjian choked and burst into tears. She covered her mouth and ran out of the door. Yuan chased after her to give her some water, but they both tripped over the basketball hoop. The others hurriedly helped her up.
The sun lamp outside the corridor illuminated her red earlobes.
"You'd rather drink the juice than answer questions?" Fuji was slightly surprised, then smiled. "But I'm really curious whether Fengjian has someone he likes."
He moved lightly and stood beside Tezuka.
The tips of his chestnut-colored hair shone with a warm white light. Tezuka looked in the direction where Kazama ran away, his eyes obscured by the reflection from his glasses.
Fuji's eyes swirled between the two of them, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "I see."
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