"Hm?"
Ji Fengyu's diving posture stalled.
Tang Wulin looked somewhat dazed.
The atmosphere at the scene was strange and silent.
Countless pairs of eyes watched this unfold.
"Holy crap! That's incredible?"
Luo Guixing revealed a sly smile, as if his scheme had succeeded.
Hehe, Yang Nianxia really was reliable. He went right in for it—now this was getting interesting.
"What's going on?"
Ye Xinglan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Wasn't Yang Nianxia on their side? Why had he gone to catch Tang Wulin?
Had he defected?
"Tsk!"
Wu Sidu clicked her tongue in amazement.
A six-foot-three Yang Nianxia carrying a six-foot-tall Tang Wulin in a princess carry—that image... truly something.
"Pfft, hahahaha!"
Gu Yue couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing on the spot, the kind of laughter brimming with schadenfreude.
Brother Ji had been about to catch Tang Wulin, but Yang Nianxia had jumped out to steal the chance from him. This was killing her.
Tang Wulin had almost gotten to enjoy the good life!
Oh, Tang Wulin, Tang Wulin. So even you had a day like this.
"Hiss..."
Even Na'er, who adored her brother, found the sight a little too much to bear. The scene was simply too spectacular.
What was going on?
Tang Wulin's ears buzzed, his mind completely blank as he looked at Yang Nianxia, who was carrying him in a princess hold.
"Hehe."
"We're brothers. No need to thank me."
Yang Nianxia put on a clumsy, ingratiating smile of goodwill.
He had been crouching at the edge of the field, waiting for an opportunity. The instant Tang Wulin was sent flying by Wu Zhangkong, he had rushed out.
He had even caught Tang Wulin before Ji Fengyu did, saving him from the embarrassing spectacle of being flung into the spectator stands.
That was