They were watching a horror movie, but Shi Jihan felt more like someone who had been constipated for three days and had finally found a toilet.
Xiao Yuan (voice cracking upward): "Ah↗↗↗!"
This was what happened when he saw expired wool. The tremor in his voice was more turbulent than Shi Jihan's entire life.
The huge audition room shook with earth-shattering cries, ahs echoing endlessly from both sides. It had a 3D surround-sound quality, like apes calling to one another in harmonious chirps.
In human terms, monkeys had rented out a private room at KTV.
Shi Jihan stopped chatting with Zero-Zero-Zero, Zhou Jingcheng stopped admiring the little man in a suit, and Shi Zhongye set down his fifth bottle of mineral water.
Everyone stared motionlessly at Xiao Yuan.
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked over at once.
Xiao Yuan: "..."
Xiao Yuan looked up at the sky.
[Ding, Malice Points +2]
Shi Jihan was stunned. Huh? How did that get added?
No, hadn't he been having plenty of fun shouting "ah" himself? Surely he hadn't managed to offend himself?
One person and one system scratched their heads in identical confusion, unable to figure it out no matter how hard they thought.
Xiao Yuan pulled the collar of his turtleneck hoodie infinitely higher, utterly disregarding his belly button's feelings. He forcefully covered the lower half of his face, his voice muffled in the fabric. "Is that enough?"
Shi Jihan was uncertain. "I-I guess?"
Zhou Jingcheng smiled and dealt the finishing blow. "That's only nine. You still owe us one."
Hearing that, Shi Zhongye rolled his eyes at him. So he'd been counting all along. With his arms folded, he tipped his chin at Xiao Yuan, looking thoroughly entertained. "Did you hear him? You're one short. Give your brother one