As the guests chatted on the sofa, Director Li and Assistant Director Fu Yining filed in with their crew. Each crew member carried a cardboard box decorated with fruit patterns. After arranging the boxes in a 3x3 grid, the crew stood at the edge of the living room. Director Li, holding his "friend"—a megaphone—began announcing the upcoming activities: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Everyone look over here! First, you can see the cardboard boxes on the floor. Our next game is to toss beanbags to choose which box to throw. Missing the beanbag means you've automatically chosen the penalty! Okay, ladies first!"
"Director Li, there are ten of us in total, and you only prepared nine. That's not enough!" Leng Mo raised her hand and asked before Director Li could even call her.
"Yeah, right! There aren't enough cardboard boxes! Haha! Director Li, who are you looking down on? Who do you think is bad at throwing?" Wen Ying asked two sharp questions, making Director Li break out in a cold sweat.
"There are definitely enough cardboard boxes. Every time someone throws a box and opens it, there will be a corresponding reward or punishment. We will replenish the cardboard boxes in time. Alright, without further ado, let's start the game!" Director Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to announce the game rules.
The guests stood in front of the cardboard box, looking at Director Li with eyes that said they were idiots. Then Director Li snapped his fingers, and Little Fatty came to the guests with a wide green tape. "Come on, everyone step back," Little Fatty said, shooing the guests back two meters before sticking the green tape to their feet.
The guests looked at the cardboard box two meters away, bewildered. Wen Nai muttered, "That's way too far! How can we possibly throw it?"
Upon hearing this, Director Li nearly shoved the megaphone into Wen Nai's face, yelling, "Why can't you throw it? If none of you can throw it, then you'd all be in for a beating!"
Hearing this, the guests were all eager to try. The first to go was Wang Feifei. She took a deep breath and threw the beanbag in her hand with all her might. The beanbag drew an arc in the air and was about to land on the cardboard box, but at the last moment it veered slightly and landed on the ground.
"Oh dear, so close!" Wang Feifei said regretfully.
The next few guests also failed to hit the target, creating a tense atmosphere. Finally, it was Leng Mo's turn. She calmly observed the distance and angle, then gently flicked her arm, and the sandbag landed steadily in a cardboard box.
"Wow! That's amazing!" the other guests exclaimed.
The staff member stepped forward and opened the cardboard box. Inside was a note that read, "A reward of a special juice."
"Special juice?" Leng Mo picked up the note and glanced at it, a slight smile playing on his lips. A staff member immediately brought over a glass of brightly colored juice and handed it to Leng Mo.
"What flavor is this juice?" Wennai asked curiously.
Leng Mo took a sip, smacked his lips, and said, "Hmm, it tastes a bit like a mix of strawberry and banana, not bad."
Everyone else looked on with envy.
Next, it was Wenying's turn. Full of confidence, she picked up the sandbag and threw it with all her might, but unexpectedly, the sandbag flew too high, flew directly over the cardboard box, and crashed into the wall.
"Hahaha..." The other guests couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wenying picked up the beanbag somewhat awkwardly and readjusted her posture. This time, she reduced the force slightly, and the beanbag flew a distance in the air before finally landing in a cardboard box.
The staff opened the cardboard box, and a note read, "Punishment - Dance a dance."
"Huh? Dancing?" Wenying said with a pained expression, "I can't dance..."
"It's okay, just jump around a bit!" the other guests encouraged.
So, amidst everyone's applause, Wenying performed a simple dance. Although her movements were a bit clumsy, she still won everyone's cheers.
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