"Old Wei, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Weren't you shouting pretty loudly just now? Shouted yourself hoarse?"
"Here, have something moist to soothe your throat."
"..."
On the Commentary Platform, Elder Su wore a mischievous smile as he looked at Elder Wei beside him, softly saying things that drove him to despair.
Elder Wei's eyes were vacant, his gaze dull. His limbs limp, he lay back against his chair and stared up at the brightly lit ceiling, as though he had just been through a fierce battle.
The instant Yue Wen and Hu Yunting's battle ended, Elder Wei had collapsed in his chair. His vision went black, and he began muttering, "How did he lose? How could he have lost? Even becoming one with his sword wasn't enough? If you want me dead, just say so. There's no need to do it like this... Am I dreaming? Haha, it must be a dream..."
"Elder Wei, please hurry," the Female Host beside him said. "Everyone's waiting for your segment to finish so we can move on."
"Ah..." Elder Wei exhaled weakly. It wasn't a dream.
And since when did this become a regular segment?
He wanted to play dead, but the Female Host actually waved toward the audience below. "Elder Wei seems to be having some trouble. Let's all cheer him on! Elder Wei!"
"Elder Wei!"
"Elder Wei!"
"You can do it!"
"..."
Wei Ping was on the verge of tears. Who knows how many tens of thousands of people, online and here in person, are all waiting to watch me eat a toilet?
How much free time do you people have?!
Not a single person gave him a way out. Instead, the entire audience was looking forward to his spectacular eating show. Now he couldn't back out even if he