Lu Ye strode over from the sidelines, his eyes brimming with laughter, his voice low and doting.
"Honey, you did it!"
[Holy shit, that's the feeling! So satisfying!]
[Is Wu Meibing sick in the head? Did she forget Xie Lin was blindfolded? What the ** was she yelling for?]
[Was Xie Lin settling a personal score? Why hit so hard?]
[Seriously, even that set you off? How much could getting hit with an inflatable hammer hurt?]
[Look, the delicate, pain-fearing A-Rank alpha Film Emperor Fu. How utterly astonishing.]
[Good heavens, this blasted translation-speak! I'll kick your arse soundly with my boots, I swear I will!]
[You guys, enough already! I said enough!!!]
The live comments started getting bizarre.
Xie Lin curled his lips, lowered the black cloth, and charged left and right, his hammer falling with each swing.
Jin Tiancheng and Wu Xinyou were soon defeated.
Finally, he tossed aside his hammer, raised both hands, and made a gesture of surrender toward Yue Lan and Yu Zhiwei, smiling with genuine sincerity.
"I'm done. Out of stamina. I surrender."
[Holy shit, Tao Miaomiao is such a gentleman!]
[I told you, the guy I stan is absolutely this! (thumbs-up)]
[All Blue V shippers, fall in: thank you, Tao Miaomiao.]
During the break, Fu Yunxi, his hair a bird's nest, stared at Xie Lin and held back for ages before finally squeezing a sentence through his teeth.
"Why did you only chase me around hitting me?"
Xie Lin scoffed.
"Because you've got a head that begs to be smacked."
Fu Yunxi choked, his face turning livid.
His instincts told him this had everything to do with that question at noon.
But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong.
What exactly had happened ten