"The ’Super Love Roasted Garlic’ group starts the challenge."
The water balloons are inside a large tank, and as soon as the tir starts, Tang Zi and Fu Ran imdiately grab one randomly and aim it at the direction of Cheng Zhirang’s bucket.
Fu Ran’s water balloon goes over, while Tang Zi’s directly hits Cheng Zhirang’s leg.
"It’s okay, keep going," he says.
Fu Ran continues throwing, quickly picking up and tossing the balloons. The third one finally touches the edge of the bucket, Cheng Zhirang tightens his waist, leans back, and catches it into the bucket.
"Caught it."
Fu Ran: "The first one."
Tang Zi jumps up and cheers: "Aweso!"
Fu Ran glances at her out of the corner of his eye, ignores her, and continues to quickly throw water balloons.
He’s strong, and after a few accurate throws, he gradually finds his rhythm, with more and more successes.
At the sa ti, Cheng Zhirang’s movents to catch the balloons beco more adept, adjusting his stance with the bucket to catch more balls.
But the physical exertion is quite intense, constantly tensing his waist, swaying left and right, doing sit-ups repeatedly without bending his legs.
So halfway through, Cheng Zhirang’s breathing becos heavy, sweat forming on his forehead, with a small damp patch on the back of his gold shirt.
The comnts start becoming peculiar.
[That waist is solid]
[Alright, this segnt is just right, knowing that we’ve laughed until we can’t, cut to this scene to give us a break]
[The voice is resting, but the eyes and brain start working overti]
[Brother Cheng, I can do this]
[Those breathing sounds... The show’s microphone has great reception / Pretending to appreciate the mic’s quality.jpg]
[Everyone below is staring at Brother Cheng, more focused than watching pork belly]
[Too many people on this beach coveting Brother Cheng, even outside the program’s warning line, so are trying to squeeze in]
[Tang Zi, can you throw seriously?! You’ve only managed to get one in so far!]
[Don’t let Brother Cheng work so hard with no success, in the end it depends on whose hand it lands in]
[The master’s biceps, like pins (didn’t get it wrong)]
[Tang Zi joined to increase her fa, the others are here to seriously complete the ga]
[I’m done! Those breathing sounds, I declare Brother Cheng is panting right in my bed!]
[Smart put on headphones for Brother Cheng’s showti, Dolby sound effect, all-inclusive with no dead angle, plus stereo]
[Three mahjong pieces, saliva dripping into a river]
[I’m swooning, both my n have great bodies]
[Sisters, anyone eating hot pot? Pour so broth to wake up the drear]
[This waist really is... Want to slide down Brother’s waist like a slide]
[I don’t believe you just want to slide on a slide]
[Fu Ran is really working hard to avoid suspicion, trying not to glance at Tang Zi, keeping his distance / covering face]
[After all, he’s already a married man, the master worked hard to trick his senior, he’s very aware]
[Married young, why doesn’t this kind of person debut]
[Ye Mian! Stop looking! Focus on your man, careful we complain]
[Guan Yu was hurt by the production crew like that, can still drool over handso n, shows she’s not miserably enough]
[Wuwuwu I want that strawberry hair clip]
[Actually, Brother Huai is quite pampered too... Ah saying this I feel a lack of confidence]
[Brother i Yan co help with sit-ups please]
[How many has that been now? He can still keep going, must be good at... plank exercises too]
[So orange juice turned the exact color of orange juice]
[Keep panting, don’t stop! I can watch for half an hour!]
[The color on the mahjong tiles has been washed away by their saliva / dog head]
[Brother’s beauty is an alluring tool, persuading the staff into a daze, just went along with him]
[Although I don’t interfere with Brother’s love and marriage, thinking a woman will enjoy that waist... wuwuwu I’m still a bit jealous]
[Sisters! I can see Brother’s waist from this angle! Uncovered!]
[Which, which, which angle?!!]
[In dreams, every angle]
[The task is about to be completed! Please, add so at! Brother’s hard work with the waist requires so at to supplent]
[...]
Tensing the waist, leaning back repeatedly, sitting up, until five minutes are up, Cheng Zhirang slows down lying down, hands drooping, letting two buckets filled with water balloons, be placed steadily into the hands of staff below.
He takes off his goggles, pushes the mic a little away, closes his eyes, and lies there calming his breath.
The light gold fabric on his chest moves slightly with his breathing, sweat already visible around the neckline.
Fu Ran also squats down calming his breath, the difference is his wife brings him a bottle of water.
After resting for a while, Fu Ran helps Cheng Zhirang down from the high platform, and hands over the bottle of water Ye Mian specifically instructed for Cheng Zhirang.
Cheng Zhirang unscrews the cap, tilts his head, and drinks half the bottle, his adam’s apple moving constantly, after finishing there’s still water in his mouth, he doesn’t speak, nods his chin towards Tang Zi, signaling the lady to go ahead.
Tang Zi asks concerned about the two, "Are you okay? Are your arms tired?"
In such situations, the male guest should either show off masculinity or joke around with the female guest.
Unfortunately, the ones she encountered have been instructed "not to get too close to other female guests."
So after asking, they simply nod at her, with no words following.
No politeness, no jokes, just a nod, not a word spoken.
Tang Zi’s smile looks like it’s about to fall apart.
Across, Mu Qiu suddenly gets in a good mood and has ti to joke again, tells Ye Mian and Guan Yu, "Four bamboos, one chicken, let’s split up and complete tasks, so we don’t end up with nothing to eat tonight."
Ye Mian: "Okay, three dots."
Guan Yu: "Then I’ll try too, in all these options, there are so I can choose."
Mu Qiu: "Blind guess five – grilled chives, roasted garlic, grilled tofu with enoki mushrooms, grilled potatoes, grilled eggplant."
Guan Yu: "There’s just nothing aty, right? If it really is like that, I’m stealing your food tonight."
Mu Qiu: "What if I don’t have any either?"
Guan Yu gives her a side-eye, "You definitely have so."
Even if she’s really unlucky, by the evening hasn’t completed any impressive task, Cheng Zhirang wouldn’t let her eat just a bit of vegetarian.
So, her mooching plan seems it might succeed!
Mu Qiu pretends not to understand her intent, unchanged look, says, "Thank you for your trust in ."
Guan Yu: My trust is completely in Brother Cheng!
Cheng Zhirang and the others are waiting for the task results announcent.
After the buzzing electrical sound, a chanical electronic voice turns into a very strange sound.
"Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha- ’Super Love Roasted Garlic’ group task unqualified, failed! Hehe hehehe—"
Cheng Zhirang: "......"
Failed is failed, why announce it like this? And what’s this sound? Why does it feel so familiar?
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