"Let's cheer for Liu!" Li Lechen continued to fan the flames.
Sure enough, everyone immediately cheered, their shouts deafening.
In the entire cafeteria, no one wanted to eat. Some people gathered around, some stood on chairs, some stood on the stairs, and some even climbed directly onto the tables.
Some people, lacking the right timing and location, are unwilling to miss out, so they even resort to using selfie sticks. What the eyes can't see, the phone can record.
The most painful thing in the world is having to keep biting into a clove of garlic when your mouth is already numb from the spiciness.
Liu Yu was really forcing himself to go on, thankfully he hadn't eaten yet.
"Click!"
Another bite.
"vomit--"
I couldn't help but vomit some of it.
This outburst didn't elicit sympathy; instead, it seemed like a pretentious performance. So, cheers erupted again.
Liu Yu could only force himself to swallow the portion he hadn't yet spit out. Then, he closed his eyes, took another bite, and swallowed it without even chewing.
A burning sensation came from my throat.
It's the last bite left; even if I die, it will be my last bite!
Take a deep breath—it's even spicier now!
He let out a heavy sigh, threw the last bit into his mouth, swallowed the whole garlic clove with a gulp.
As a native of the South, Liu Yu doesn't even usually eat cilantro, so eating a whole garlic clove like this today is definitely something to write about in his memoirs.
Of course, all of this can be attributed to a love for magic.
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