Soaked through-serves you right!

Once Xiaoyue saw that all the guests had finished forming their teams, she clapped happily and had the staff bring up two buckets of water.

"Our first match will be Team Meng against Team Si. Each team will choose one person to play rock-paper-scissors and one to launch the water attack."

"Since we have five teams competing in total, one team will get a bye, and that will be Team Shen."

"Leave the rock-paper-scissors to me." Meng Yun proudly took the seat for rock-paper-scissors.

"If you're not getting splashed, am I supposed to?" Bai Yuanyuan rolled her eyes, holding a full cup of water.

"Go, Mr. Si!" Qian Duoduo gazed admiringly at Si Chen beside him like a little fanboy.

Si Chen had taken so many blows these past few days that the sudden look of admiration made him feel considerably better. It seemed he still had his charm.

"Don't worry. I won't lose." Si Chen waved confidently.

"Hey! Scissors! I played scissors! He lost!" Looking at the free lunch served right up to him, Meng Yun waved his scissors hand with a grin.

Bai Yuanyuan quickly pressed the button, and a dipperful of water instantly turned the upturned corners of Si Chen's mouth downward.

Water streamed down Si Chen's dripping hair. Fortunately, he had applied hairspray that morning, so it had yet to collapse.

Looking at the male lead's shiny hair, Shen Ting unconsciously tugged at the hair of the person beside him.

"What is it?" For the sake of his scalp, Yan Yi tilted his head in the direction of the pull.

"Did you put on hairspray this morning?"

"Who puts that stuff on first thing in the morning?"

"Isn't there one right in front of us?" Shen Ting let go and gestured ahead with his chin.

Looking at Si Chen's steadfast hairstyle, Yan Yi twitched his lips and delivered a pointed jab. "He really can't let go of his idol image."

[Hahaha, these two are so funny.]

[If they hadn't mentioned it, hairspray really wouldn't have occurred to me.]

[That hairstyle really is struggling a little, especially that one stubborn lock on top.]

[Our Mr. Si cares about maintaining his image.]

[Stop making excuses, commenter above. Just admit he's hung up on his image.]

Si Chen wiped the water off his face and looked at Meng Yun in front of him with a sour expression. "You cheated!"

"How can you say that? It's called... it's called that thing." Meng Yun instinctively tried to reply, but suddenly couldn't remember what to say.

"It's called all's fair in war," Bai Yuanyuan supplied directly, bypassing the big idiot beside her.

"Yes, yes, all's fair in war!" Meng Yun clapped his hands, finally seeing the light.

"Fine! Again!" Si Chen took a deep breath and held out his hand.

"Bring it on! You think I'm scared of you?"

Whether his luck was simply too terrible or not, Si Chen failed to win a single one of the three rounds and got thoroughly splashed three times.

Qian Duoduo worriedly took out a towel and handed it to Si Chen.

Si Chen's face was thunderous by then. He took the towel, threw it straight over his head, and turned to leave his seat.

"Yes! We won! We won!" Meng Yun and Bai Yuanyuan happily high-fived.

The second match was Team Su Yu against Team Shen Rui.

Su Yu looked at Shen Rui in front of him and smiled gently. "Please go easy on me, Brother Shen."

Shen Rui's expression gradually softened as he looked at Su Yu. "I will."

Smack!

At the sight, Shen Ting slapped Yan Yi's smooth arm. He had been right after all. This older brother of his still hadn't recovered from his illness.

Yan Yi stared blankly at the red handprint on his arm.

Are you all right?

Feeling the gaze beside him, Shen Ting slowly turned his head. Only then did he see the crime he had committed.

Shen Ting awkwardly withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his head. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"

"No!"

"Believe it or not, I really didn't do it on purpose. How about I let you hit me back?" With great reluctance, Shen Ting offered up his arm.

Yan Yi didn't decline. He raised his hand and breathed twice into his palm.

Shen Ting stared at him in disbelief. Buddy, just how big a grudge do you have against me?

Without looking at Shen Ting's eyes, Yan Yi swung his hand down. Sure enough, he hit nothing.

Cradling his arm, which had narrowly escaped death, Shen Ting sighed in relief. "I gave you your chance. You can't blame me for missing."

[Yan Yi: a handprint out of the blue!]

[Shen Ting: heavens above, judge the loyal and the treacherous!]

[Hahaha, you two have said it all.]

Shen Rui soon won the first round. Su Weiwang swiftly pressed the button, splashing a dipperful of water into Su Yu's face.

Mao Jingjing had no intention whatsoever of racing for the button.

Su Yu covered his mouth as droplets kept dripping from his eyelashes.

Su Yu slowly fluttered his eyelashes. His face showed no displeasure at being splashed; instead, he was still smiling, looking rather pitiful.

Shen Rui's expression changed at the sight, and he instinctively tried to pick up a towel to wipe the face of the person in front of him. But after one tug, then another, the towel still wouldn't budge.

Puzzled, Shen Rui turned to look beside him.

Su Weiwang held on to the towel in his hands and blinked at him.

For an instant, Shen Rui's eyes cleared, but then they clouded over again.

He took the towel straight out of Su Weiwang's hands and passed it to Su Yu.

At the sight of the towel before him, Su Yu's eyes flickered, and a trace of smugness crossed his heart. So what if Shen Ting won't listen? Shen Rui is his own older brother. If I find a chance to act pitiful in front of this man, won't Shen Ting still have to obediently serve as my foil?

With that thought, Su Yu accepted the towel with even less hesitation, disregarding the towel already on his head.

"Thank you, Brother Shen. You're so kind."

[Aaah, baby Su Yu looks like a lotus emerging from the water. So beautiful.]

[Young Master Shen likes Su Yu, doesn't he?]

[No, no way. I only just started shipping Shen Rui and Su Weiwang. Don't be so cruel to me.]

[There were signs right from the beginning, weren't there?]

[If those two really become a couple, Shen Ting will probably go crazy.]

[Shen Ting's thinking: my love rival becoming my sister-in-law? No way!]

Watching from the side, Mao Jingjing curled her lip. What exactly was so great about Su Yu? One after another, they all fell for him.

Su Yu soon won a round back. Mao Jingjing was quick to act too, and a dipperful of water hit Shen Rui square in the face.

Shen Rui instinctively held out his right hand, but there was nothing.

Shen Rui wiped the droplets off his face and looked in puzzlement at the well-behaved Su Weiwang beside him.

Su Weiwang innocently spread his empty hands and glanced across at the other side.

Two towels were draped around Su Yu's neck.

"Hahaha, honk, honk! Serves you right!!!" Shen Ting grabbed Yan Yi's arm beside him with his right hand and clutched his stomach, laughing aloud.

The match soon ended, and Shen Rui left his seat with his hair looking like a drowned rat's.

Su Yu looked at Shen Rui bashfully, his eyes full of triumphant smugness.

Now it was time for Meng Yun to face Su Yu.

Perhaps he had used up all his luck in the first match. Meng Yun suffered a crushing 0-3 defeat, successfully becoming the third drowned rat.