These days, you could even see people trying to cyberbully Miyazaki Hayao.
Lin Li ignored the special-grade cursed spirit Chen Tianming and, after assessing the situation near the long-rope jumping area, shouted, "Ding Sihan, stop your legs!"
"Huh?"
Taking advantage of Ding Sihan's momentary daze, Lin Li dashed to the front of the crowd. He hugged his head, jumped as the rope hit the ground, then quickly slipped out.
Ding Sihan, who had been cut off and followed in to jump, got smacked on the leg.
"Ha ha, loser." Seeing this when he turned around, Lin Li put his hands on his hips, pointed at Ding Sihan, and threw back his head in loud mockery.
"You messed up my rhythm! You still have the nerve to bark? I'll show you loser! I'll show you loser!" Embarrassed and enraged, Ding Sihan chased after Lin Li and started kicking him.
"My school uniform and pants are custom-made! Eighteen hundred! Eighteen hundred!" Lin Li covered his butt and ran.
Eighteen hundred, dirtied.
The two returned to the long-rope jumping area.
For this event, Nansang used the "figure-eight rope" format. All contestants entered and exited the rope one after another along a figure-eight path, and the winner was determined by the number of completed runs within three minutes.
The rules called for two rope turners and eight contestants, but there were a lot of people here right now, since they were watching to see who jumped well enough to be selected.
Lin Li naturally blended in and made almost no mistakes. He was just always worried about the rope hitting his head, so he jumped while holding his head every time.
"How are you so good at this?" Ding Sihan asked hesitantly from behind him.
"Obviously talent. It can't possibly be because when I