Chapter 93
Qiu Chengye was a bit shady.
Before the game even started, he actually picked up a whole bag of little stones and stuffed them into his pocket—just waiting for the game to begin so he could get back at Xie Mi.
And now, he really did get his revenge.
Wherever Xie Mi and Shen Yanqing went, that’s where he tossed the stones, making Yu Jinzhe and Lai Bingxuan chase after them nonstop, guided by the sound.
“I smell big sister’s scent!”
Yu Jinzhe reached out suddenly, lunging toward Xie Mi.
Xie Mi cursed inwardly—bad spot, no room to dodge, one step further and they’d be out of bounds.
At that critical moment, Shen Yanqing bent down, his long arm sliding under Xie Mi’s knees, and lifted her up with ease.
Even while holding her hand, he managed to pull off a perfect one-handed princess carry!
The staff outside couldn’t hold back their gasps.
[Ahhhhh Mr. Shen is so alpha!!]
[How can he make it look that easy? My boyfriend almost dropped me when he tried.]
[The size difference—I’m in love.]
Xie Mi clung tightly to his neck with one hand, keeping a wary eye on Yu Jinzhe.
Yu Jinzhe, who had grabbed at thin air, frowned. “That’s strange. I do smell big sister’s scent.”
[Didn’t expect Old Xie to care about face—actually wearing perfume.]
[What perfume does she use? I’m curious.]
[Must be sweet and nice-smelling, right?]
Lai Bingxuan asked the question the audience wanted to know: “What scent? I don’t smell perfume.”
Blindfolded Yu Jinzhe answered seriously:
“Medicinal balm.”
Lai Bingxuan: “…”
Xie Mi closed her eyes in bliss and nodded.
Correct—medicated balm.
There were a lot of mosquitoes out in the fields, so that morning she had emptied two bottles of balm. The smell gave her a great sense of security.
[I really shouldn’t have expected anything else.]
[Baby, you’re a cool, refreshing stick of medicated balm~]
Still, the smell gave Yu Jinzhe a perfect lead, and he followed it straight toward her.
Xie Mi quickly jumped down from Shen Yanqing’s arms, grabbed his hand, and bolted.
“Stealth is useless now—let’s show real skill!”
The moment she spoke, Yu Jinzhe and Lai Bingxuan locked onto them and charged.
While running, Xie Mi’s sharp eyes spotted a black garbage bag near the edge of the circle.
Huh? When did that get there?
The bag clearly outlined two human shapes.
Looking around again—Qiu Chengye and Liu Woxing were gone.
Ah, so that’s it.
Already in chaos-mode, Xie Mi dashed straight to the garbage bag, grabbed it, and ripped it open.
“Show yourselves, my little darlings!!”
Suddenly blinded by the light, Qiu Chengye nearly staggered: “The hell is wrong with you?!”
Liu Woxing, panicked, tried to cover his mouth—But too late.
“Xing-Cheng team eliminated!”
Because Qiu Chengye’s shout had been so loud, Yu Jinzhe locked onto them instantly and eliminated them.
The culprit, Xie Mi, grinned and flipped him the finger.
“Mess with me, and you’re messing with sh*t. Soft, yes—but disgusting.”
Qiu Chengye’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Now only two teams were left inside the circle.
Xiao Jingxi and Xu Shuangrong were smart. They’d been quietly hiding on the edge the whole time, not making a sound, just peacefully surviving.
Meanwhile, Xie Mi and Shen Yanqing were sprinting all over the place, each time narrowly slipping out from under the hunters’ arms.
After several failed attempts, Yu Jinzhe and Lai Bingxuan switched strategies.
Lai Bingxuan: “Spread your arms! We’ll do a surround tactic!”
They spread their arms wide, creating a barrier while crouching low, making sure no one could slip past under their arms.
Holding this stance, they slowly closed in, step by step, guided by footsteps.
Just as Xie Mi and Shen Yanqing were about to be forced against the edge, Xie Mi glanced at him.
Super Transformation Mode—activate.
Shen Yanqing read her signal and immediately dropped down into a push-up stance.
His shoulders were broad, forearms tense against the ground, muscles outlined sharply. Just that one move had the livestream chat exploding.
[I want to apply for Mr. Shen on my college entrance form—hope I can get in.]
[Sis… you okay?]
But the next second, everyone’s fantasies went cold.
Because Xie Mi also dropped down.
With one look between them, the two began crawling side by side in rhythm.
One-two-one, one-two-one.
And just like that, they crawled out of the Bing-Yu team’s trap.
[?]
[Long ago there was the three-legged race. Today we have… two-person three-arm crawl.]
[Looks more like two idiots.]
Even the fans couldn’t hold back.
Such a beautiful man and woman, hormones and chemistry overflowing—They had ten thousand ways to spark romance, but chose the most cursed one.
Creepy crawling.
They even got addicted—kept crawling straight toward the Xiao-Rong team.
Xie Mi even added a sinister grin.
The eerie sight made Xu Shuangrong shriek, shrinking back.
Xiao Jingxi quickly grabbed her hand and tried to move them elsewhere, but the sound immediately drew the Ice-Yu team after them.
“Five minutes left!” Director Niu’s voice called out.
Hearing that, Xiao Jingxi simply dragged Xu Shuangrong and bolted, determined to hold out until the end.
Lai Bingxuan grew anxious. “We’re running out of time! Last round we were already near-last—if it happens again, we’ll really be biking home!”
Twenty kilometers of biking—absolutely deadly for two weaklings.
Yu Jinzhe paused, then suddenly pulled out—A bag of flour.
Xie Mi: You Doraemon or what?
Whoosh!
With a swing, the flour burst into the air, instantly clouding everyone’s vision.
Xie Mi, while condemning him in her heart for wasting food, grabbed Shen Yanqing and ran.
But now, with vision gone, they were on the same level as the Bing-Yu team.
And the Bing-Yu team, relying on sound, locked onto their position easily.
“Xie-Shen Donkey-Slaying team eliminated!”
“Xiao-Rong team eliminated!”
“Congratulations to the Bing-Yu team for the final victory!”
As Director Niu announced, six flour-dusted people emerged from the circle, their faces ghostly white, their eyes unusually bright against the pale.
“Well played, Yu Jinzhe. No martial ethics, huh,” Xie Mi clicked her tongue.
Yu Jinzhe smiled innocently. “Just exploiting loopholes in the rules—learned that from you, sis.”
“You learned well. Don’t do it again.”
“Round Two over. Current scores: Xing-Cheng team, 5 points. Bing-Yu team, 5 points. Xiao-Rong team, 5 points. Xie-Shen Donkey-Slaying team, 3 points.”
All that wild fighting—looked fierce as tigers.
But the scoreboard? Bottom of the list.
Xie Mi: smiling-no-more, wanting to punch Yu Jinzhe to death.
