Dizzy

Although the last segment had a small 'interlude,' Ying Huai and the other three won the competition as expected.

The Assistant Director led everyone to the gymnasium and began the next segment with a smile: 'Alright, that was just a morning warm-up. We're now officially starting today's game.'

'Putting on a Concert requires not only the support of fans, but also the guidance of professional mentors.'

'Today, all the guests still need to pair up according to the pairs drawn earlier in the classroom. Through games, they'll earn the qualification to receive professional mentor guidance—but only two teams will be able to receive this help.'

The Assistant Director said seriously: 'Today's game still involves fan participation. The game is called Blindfolded Tag.'

'Each round involves two teams and three fans. One team is blindfolded and uses foam sponge sticks to catch people, while the other team, along with their fans, carries various noise-making props and hides.'

'Once the Director starts the timer, the catching team puts on their blindfolds and spins in place, while everyone else hides within a designated area. When time is up, the catching team stops spinning, and the hiders must also stand still in place.'

'When the catching team begins to catch, the hiders can only move one foot; the other must stay planted. However, they can use their noise-making props to interfere with the catchers. If a hider is on an obstacle when the countdown ends, their position is considered to overlap with the obstacle's position.'

'The catchers sweep the hiding area with their sponge sticks. As long as the stick touches someone, that's a successful catch.'

'Within the allotted time, whichever team catches the most people wins. Deliberate hitting or inappropriate touching is prohibited.'

After finishing the rules, the Assistant Director clapped with a smile: 'Alright, let's welcome the fans joining us for today's recording.'

Song Fengyi's expression instantly relaxed a fraction.

He turned toward the door, a smile unconsciously tugging at his lips.

He knew that among the fans who had come, his own would make up the vast majority.

Song Fengyi crossed his arms, doing his best to suppress the smugness on his face.

The Assistant Director would definitely let each team pick their own fans for the sake of the Variety Show's effect. His fans had all been specially arranged by his management company. As long as he found the right moment to drop a hint, winning the game would be a breeze.

'Alright, each team may now select their fans, then draw lots for grouping.' The Assistant Director said, just as expected.

'Alright, everyone can begin choosing your companions.'

The others began stepping forward one by one. Song Fengyi yawned, then sauntered up and couldn't resist shooting Ying Huai a provocative glance.

'Teacher Ying won't be short of fans to team up with, will he?' Song Fengyi said warmly. 'Should I ask my fans for you in a bit...'

Before he could finish, Liang Shining suddenly stepped forward, directly blocking Song Fengyi's gaze and looking back at him with perfect calm.

'Is there something I can help you with, Teacher Song?'

Song Fengyi froze for a moment.

Aware of his own scheming, he felt a stab of guilt and turned away first: 'Nothing, Teacher Liang. Please don't mind it.'

Liang Shining said nothing. Ying Huai, however, looked up at the sound and glanced at Liang Shining, his eyes flickering slightly.

Song Fengyi strode forward quickly.

He looked down, adjusting his collar, and said casually: 'So, which fan might I have the honor of playing this game with?'

Song Fengyi had expected a crowd to surge toward him. He had already made room for them, absently thinking he would definitely pick out a few good-looking ones. He completely failed to notice that, after he finished speaking, there was no enthusiastic response like last time.

Song Fengyi finally smoothed down his collar and looked up at the scene before him, then froze.

Only a scattered few fans stood in front of him, a stark contrast to the bustle next door.

'Hm? Didn't everyone hear me just now?' Song Fengyi gritted his teeth and couldn't help raising his voice: 'Is there any fan willing to team up with me?'

This time he didn't dare let his attention wander, but even after several seconds, the same handful of fans remained in front of him.

Some fans who had been clustered around the others, clearly unable to snag a spot, turned at the sound, hesitated, and finally walked over to Song Fengyi.

A flash of disbelief crossed Song Fengyi's face.

The livestream chat also noticed something was off.

[Hey, what's going on with Song Fengyi? It feels like his fans suddenly dropped a lot.]

[I remember last time Song Fengyi had the most fans. What's happening today?]

[Don't tell me last time's fans were bought. I remember someone counted—Song Fengyi had more fans that day than Teacher Liang.]

[.......? When did Song Fengyi get this popular?]

[There's no need, is there? For a Variety Show, is it really necessary to specifically buy fans? For what? To save face?]

[!! Quick, look at Teacher Xiao Huai's side! So many people just swarmed over!]

[Hehe, Teacher Xiao Huai, hehe, you say (chomp chomp), what does it feel like to team up and play games with Teacher Xiao Huai (chomp chomp).]

[Hahaha, our Teacher Xiao Huai seems to have been startled, sisters, restrain yourselves a bit! This is a Variety Show, not the wilderness (jk)]

Ying Huai was indeed a little surprised.

After all, he'd had an episode the night before, and standing for so long was wearing him out.

Remembering the previous on-site situation, Ying Huai had originally planned to sit comfortably on a sofa in the corner, wait for everyone else to finish choosing, then gather whoever was left over into a team.

But the moment he turned around, Liang Shining suddenly grabbed his arm.

'Hm? What is it?' Ying Huai turned back, somewhat puzzled.

Liang Shining lowered his eyes: 'Time to pick.'

'I know, I'm not in a hurry. You pick first, I'll go sit over there and wait for you.' Ying Huai said with a smile.

Liang Shining shook his head: 'No more sitting. Pick now.'

Ying Huai paused.

He thought Liang Shining was worried about him, and sighed with a smile: 'I'm fine. It doesn't matter whether I pick or not. I'll wait for you on the side. Come find me when you're done, alright...'

Before he could finish, a crisp girl's voice rang out: 'What do you mean it doesn't matter whether you pick or not, Teacher Xiao Huai? With this many of us, you can't take us all.'

Ying Huai froze.

He turned around and saw the girl who had worn the cat-ear headband last time rushing excitedly toward him, a huge crowd trailing behind her.

A rare trace of bewilderment crossed Ying Huai's face.

He watched the crowd surge toward him and instinctively stepped back. But before he knew it, the cat-headband girl had walked to within two steps of him and suddenly raised a hand: 'Halt!'

Ying Huai's feet stopped on instinct. The next moment, he watched all the fans obediently come to a stop, keeping a distance from him and looking up at him with expectant faces.

Ying Huai: ???

Beside him, amusement crept into Liang Shining's eyes as well.

He unobtrusively stepped back behind Ying Huai, watched his back, and quietly let out a breath.

Looking at the scene before him, Ying Huai couldn't help laughing as he looked at the cat-headband girl: 'Did you guys just finish military training?'

'The original fan-club Weibo account stopped running ages ago... ah no, I mean, it went completely dead. So I set up a new fan club on my own. It's unofficial, but this time I organized all these sisters to come, and I specifically reminded them.'

The cat-headband girl had clearly noticed something off about Ying Huai's condition last time and had specifically briefed the others.

But instead of saying it outright, she opened with a playful grin: 'I told them we have to protect Teacher Xiao Huai, can't scare him into bristling, gotta smooth his fur the right way.'

Another girl nearby chimed in earnestly: 'Right, right, "smooth smooth the fur, no scares."'

Ying Huai, the one being 'smoothed,' couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.

He took a breath, looked up at the people in front of him, and said softly: 'So, are all of you willing to team up with me?'

The moment his words fell, a chorus of agreement rose around him.

Ying Huai's eyes flickered.

He opened his mouth, then suddenly felt a hand gently support his waist.

'Are you alright?' Liang Shining lowered his head and asked softly.

Ying Huai shook his head.

His breathing was slightly rapid, but he didn't have the obvious palpitations or chest tightness from last time, nor the uncontrollable sense of breaking down afterward.

'I'm fine.'

He took a breath, looked at everyone in front of him, and drawled lazily: 'Alright, who wants to finish this game with me?'

·

There was a lot of overlap between Liang Shining's fans and Ying Huai's, so they picked their people quickly.

The others also finished choosing one after another. Only Song Fengyi's side was still dragging out the decision.

Watching Ying Huai gently soothing the fans who hadn't been picked, Song Fengyi was on the verge of losing it.

He couldn't help asking again: 'Is there really no one willing to come with me?'

A few scattered fans who hadn't been picked turned at the sound, hesitated, and walked in his direction.

But more fans just glanced at him, turned around, and headed straight for the audience seats.

Song Fengyi's face was losing composure.

Chu Ming, who had long since finished picking, couldn't help speaking up: 'Are you picking or not? If you don't want to, give me the slots. I'm not as fussy as you.'

Song Fengyi gritted his teeth.

He took a deep breath, first picked a few familiar-looking fans, then haphazardly grabbed a few more girls who looked pleasant enough.

'I'm done picking.' Song Fengyi finally walked up to the Assistant Director, his face dark.

Xin Wan, beside him, craned his neck to look and couldn't resist mocking: 'Oh my, Teacher Song had such a hard time picking. I just heard Teacher Song asking his little shidi if he should help ask his fans for support—who would've thought the tables would turn.'

Xin Wan let out a contemptuous laugh.

'Teacher Song really set himself up for a slap in the face.'

'Want me to ask my little shidi's fans if they'd be willing to join your team?'

The moment he finished, he answered himself and quickly shook his head: 'Forget it, I won't disgust his fans. They came here to see their idol, no need to force them to swallow a fly.'

Song Fengyi's face turned livid.

While the Production Team was preparing, he quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message to his manager.

·

The competition would be played over two rounds.

First, lots would be drawn to decide the head-to-head matchups. Then the two teams would each take turns as catchers and hiders, and the winner would be decided by the number of people caught.

The winning team and losing team from that round would then face off separately, determining first through fourth place by points. The top three would all qualify for mentor guidance.

Ying Huai and Liang Shining drew Song Fengyi and Chu Ming. The remaining two teams automatically became opponents.

'Alright, let's have Teacher Ying's team and Teacher Song's team go first.' The Assistant Director clapped her hands.

'The two teams will play rock-paper-scissors. The winner chooses whether to catch first or hide first.'

Without hesitation, Ying Huai stepped back and pushed Liang Shining out in front.

Liang Shining froze, turning back in confusion: 'Shifu isn't going?'

'Not going,' Ying Huai yawned and drawled. 'My luck has always been terrible.'

Liang Shining frowned.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment, Ying Huai looked up, smiled, and patted him on the head: 'Good luck, tudi. I believe in you.'

Liang Shining's voice cut off abruptly.

His expression stiff, he turned around obediently and walked toward the center of the field.

On the waiting bench nearby, the cat-headband girl was furiously typing something on her phone.

She glanced up at Liang Shining, then leaned curiously toward the girl next to her: 'Did Teacher Liang almost walk with both arms and legs on the same side just now?'

The girl beside her nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, I swear, the instant Teacher Xiao Huai patted him, Teacher Liang's expression visibly became unnatural."

"Teacher Liang definitely has impure intentions!" That girl excitedly lowered her head, "Hurry and write it down, I want to see the CP super topic updated today!"

On the other side, Chu Ming, who had originally been staring only at Ying Huai with burning eyes, saw Liang Shining walk up next to the Assistant Director and instantly sprang to his feet.

"I'll compete against Liang Shining!"

Chu Ming rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, "Every time you snatch Huai-ge away from me, this time I'll use my fist to tell you who'll have the last laugh—"

Before he could finish, he saw Liang Shining glance at him calmly, then silently turn his head back.

Chu Ming instantly bristled, not noticing that the Assistant Director beside him had already raised his hand: "What do you mean, are you looking down on me?"

An inexplicable fighting spirit rose in him, and copying a TV drama, he threw out his fist, rubbed his hands together, lowered his head and started "hah"-ing, but the next second, he saw Liang Shining suddenly open his palm flat and hold it out in front of him.

Chu Ming froze.

"What are you doing?"

The moment his words fell, he heard the Assistant Director announce seriously: "Congratulations to Teacher Liang on winning!"

"What?" Chu Ming whipped his head around, "I haven't even thrown mine yet, how did he win........"

"Teacher Liang threw paper, Teacher Chu threw rock, so Teacher Liang wins."

"I already said 'scissors, paper, rock' just now," the Assistant Director looked up innocently, "Didn't Teacher Chu hear it?"

.......Chu Ming, whose head was entirely full of how to redeem himself in front of Ying Huai, really hadn't heard anything.

He watched Liang Shining glance at him once more, then unhurriedly turn and walk back.

Chu Ming finally couldn't hold back: "What exactly do you mean, are you mocking me—"

"Of course not," Liang Shining tilted slightly to the side and spoke softly, "I just thought, what Teacher Chu said about snatching away doesn't seem quite right."

"After all, Teacher Chu has never won."

Chu Ming: ???

He instantly turned to Ying Huai with grievance: "Huai-ge, look at him........"

Ying Huai, who had been watching with great amusement, sat cross-legged in place, propped his chin on his hand, and said with a smile: "It does seem........you've never beaten Liang Shining, huh."

He raised his head curiously: "Could it be that Liang Shining is your nemesis?"

Chu Ming stood frozen in place, his heart shattered into pieces.

·

Liang Shining and Ying Huai chose to hide first.

Chu Ming and Song Fengyi took foam sticks and blindfolded themselves, then began spinning at the Assistant Director's command.

Ying Huai and the others began quickly searching for hiding spots.

The hiding area was a converted gymnasium field; the Director had sectioned off a large area inside the gym with foam pads, and placed soft obstacles wrapped in thick foam to increase the game's difficulty and fun.

A few fans were thrilled and quickly found tricky hiding spots; Ying Huai wasn't in good health and couldn't walk fast to begin with, and the field was very large.

By the time the Director counted down to the last three numbers, he happened to be right at the sofa in the very center of the field.

Ying Huai: ??

He took a deep breath, and as the Director's last number fell, he simply plopped himself down onto the sofa.

The live stream chat was about to die laughing.

【Hahahahaha, has Teacher Xiao Huai given up?】

【No, we must believe, the most dangerous place is the safest place, our Teacher Xiao Huai is playing the fool to outwit the wise, with deep foresight........I can't keep this up, Teacher Xiao Huai, you're on your own QAQ】

【Honestly, I just reviewed the game rules the Director mentioned, and I have a bold idea—Teacher Xiao Huai's spot might really be the best hiding place, but let me keep you in suspense, looking forward to Teacher Xiao Huai's performance hehe.】

【Speechless, can you play the game properly? Giving up here—is that trying to slack off?】

【? Is the person upstairs blind? The game just started and you're already slapping the "giving up" label on someone?】

【I checked the upstairs poster's past comments—why don't you go look at your own idol Song Fengyi to see what real "giving up" looks like?】

Inside the field, the Assistant Director had ruled that each person had to spin ten times; Chu Ming did spin at top speed as required, spinning himself so dizzy that he even dropped the foam stick the Production Team had given him several times.

But Song Fengyi, taking advantage of the lack of dedicated supervision, kept spinning at a leisurely pace, and when he stopped, his steps were steady, and he walked straight forward holding the foam stick.

Earlier he had heard his fans below shout that Ying Huai seemed to be somewhere in the very center of the field.

Song Fengyi vaguely remembered that before spinning, there had been a sofa in the very center, about a dozen steps from where they were.

Song Fengyi clenched his teeth, a flash of viciousness crossing his expression.

The humiliation Ying Huai had just brought him still made his face burn; old and new grudges surged up together, making him unable to resist wanting to take a "little" revenge on Ying Huai.

But he had overestimated his own ability to discern direction while blindfolded; Song Fengyi had only walked a few steps before veering off course.

He swept the foam stick wildly around him, but heard no hit confirmation from the Production Team.

Time ticked by, and Chu Ming over there seemed to have already found two; Song Fengyi clenched his teeth.

He suddenly said with a smile: "Hey, where have you all hidden?"

He deliberately turned toward his own fans' side while speaking in a "joking" gentle tone: "Your team hides too well, I won't find even one, will I? That would be too embarrassing........"

The moment his words fell, sure enough, a fan called out from that side: "In front, Teacher Chu! Turn a little to the left!"

Fans beside them immediately spoke up to object, but Song Fengyi had already quickly turned around, pretending casually to walk step by step in the direction the fan had indicated.

He had only walked two steps when, sure enough, he felt his foam stick touch something.

Song Fengyi immediately realized it was the sofa placed in the very center of the field.

He was instantly energized, raised the foam stick and wildly swung it around, thinking he was sure to hit something, but the next second, he heard bursts of laughter from around him.

Song Fengyi froze.

"How is that possible?" Song Fengyi couldn't help saying.

"Did I not hit anything just now?"

"No," the Assistant Director said seriously, a hint of displeasure in his voice, "Please Teacher Song pay attention to the game rules—don't strike with force, and please no outside assistance."

Song Fengyi gritted his teeth, while the audience outside was already dying of laughter.

Song Fengyi couldn't see what was going on around him, but everyone else could see perfectly clearly.

Song Fengyi was swinging wildly left and right directly in front of the sofa like a headless fly, while Ying Huai had long since dodged to the side of the sofa.

Song Fengyi clenched his teeth.

The Director beside him began a twenty-second countdown; Song Fengyi took a deep breath and barely managed to calm himself down.

The fans' mockery and hints just now had made him very clearly aware that Ying Huai was nearby; Song Fengyi crouched down and felt with his hands, confirming that what was in front of him was the front of the sofa.

He had circled around from the back-left side; if his wild swings hadn't hit Ying Huai, that meant most of Ying Huai's body wasn't at the back, nor in the center-front or left side.

By the rule that only one foot could move, Ying Huai should, barring accidents, be on the right side of the sofa.

Song Fengyi curved his lips slightly.

He subtly angled himself a little to the right, while both hands raised the foam stick high.

Fans around him realized something was wrong and tried to stop him loudly.

But Song Fengyi turned a deaf ear.

He seemed to already hear Ying Huai's breathing, feeling the person before him was within reach.

A hint of madness surfaced in Song Fengyi's expression.

——For humiliating me just now, for being so smug just now.

Song Fengyi listened to the Director's final countdown, his eyes hidden beneath the black cloth revealing a twisted look.

——Go to hell.

The moment the Director counted the final "one," Song Fengyi suddenly raised his hand and brought the foam stick down hard.

A loud "bang" rang out in the venue, and all surrounding noise instantly cut off.

Song Fengyi gasped for breath and suddenly pulled the black cloth from his face.

The glaring lights made his vision blur, but he paid no heed, looking ahead with near-desperate urgency.

He spoke in a gentle tone as he said: "Sorry, Teacher Ying, I didn't mean it just now........"

Song Fengyi hadn't finished speaking when his expression suddenly froze.

There was no one before him.

——Ying Huai was not in front of him.

Song Fengyi froze in shock, and the next second, a lazy voice came from behind the sofa: "It's fine."

Ying Huai propped himself up from behind the sofa, propped one foot on the sofa armrest, covered his chest and coughed twice, then curved his eyes in a smile: "I know Teacher Song didn't mean to not catch a single person."

Song Fengyi's face turned green.

Liang Shining, not far off, strode forward, reached out and quickly helped Ying Huai up, pressed his pulse, and his expression darkened.

Ying Huai caught his breath, curved his eyes at Liang Shining, and smiled as he silently mouthed "I'm fine."

Liang Shining said nothing, his face dark as he quickly slipped a pill into his mouth.

·

The live stream chat also began rapidly discussing Song Fengyi's actions from earlier.

【Help, Teacher Song Fengyi's expression just now was so scary, it felt like he........suddenly went crazy.】

【Really, I feel like he truly hates Teacher Ying to the extreme, the kind of hatred that wants him dead.......】

【I always thought Song Fengyi was the type who was a bit fake, but actually had a very gentle nature, but that hit just now—even though it was a foam stick—it looked like he really went all out, that would really hurt if it landed.】

【Of course, didn't you hear that thud just now? And look, Teacher Xiao Huai has been sitting on the sofa without getting up until now, he doesn't look too well.】

The Assistant Director checked in with Ying Huai, and only after receiving Ying Huai's "I'm fine" reply—delivered with his hand covering Liang Shining's mouth—did he finally turn around to announce the results.

"First round, Teacher Song and Teacher Chu's team caught a total of two people, earning 2 points, but due to outside assistance just now, 0.5 points are deducted," the Assistant Director announced seriously.

He didn't notice that after leaving the field, Song Fengyi had been sitting beside his group of fans whispering something, and those fans' expressions were growing increasingly indignant.

"All right, it's Teacher Ying and Teacher Liang's turn to be the hunters........"

Before the Assistant Director could finish, a Song Fengyi fan beside him couldn't help but speak up: "On what basis?"

"Outside assistance is cheating," the Assistant Director said without mercy, "Although I didn't mention it earlier, cheating in the game is by default improper conduct."

"Yes, Director, you're right, that's our fault," the Song Fengyi fan nodded seriously, "Then why aren't you addressing others' cheating?"

The Assistant Director froze, thought back, and shook his head seriously: "Besides the outside assistance, no one else cheated just now........"

"Doesn't what Ying Huai did count as cheating?" the Song Fengyi fan bluntly cut off the Director.

"Teacher Chu already circled the sofa once, yet Ying Huai dodged every time—I saw that foot of his on the sofa was moving the whole time."

"That doesn't fit the 'only one foot can move' rule, does it?" The Song Fengyi fan crossed their arms, their tone aggressive.

Ying Huai narrowed his eyes, recognizing this fan as the one who had just helped Song Fengyi cheat.

"This is a live-streamed Variety Show, and I know you, Director, always value fairness and justice. Some minor things we'd let slide, but isn't this too unfair to Teacher Song?"

This remark from the Song Fengyi fan was undoubtedly putting the Assistant Director on a moral high horse, leaving him with no choice but to compromise or lose face.

Unexpectedly, the Assistant Director completely ignored the manipulation and said seriously: "That's because, just like Teacher Song, you weren't listening carefully to the rules either."

Song Fengyi's fan was stunned.

'I just said, as long as one foot stays in the original position, it's fine. But when Teacher Ying's hiding countdown ended, both his feet were on the obstacle.'

'Which is to say, Teacher Ying's entire body position coincided with the obstacle's position. The restricted position of whichever center foot he chose is the range of the obstacle's location.' The Assistant Director said seriously.

'So as long as one foot is on the obstacle, it counts as not having moved his position. This maximizes the range of his body movement.'

The Assistant Director turned to look at Ying Huai and said cheerfully: 'Teacher Ying's method is the smartest approach in this game.'

'And if I really weren't biased, I should have deducted one point from you just now!' The Assistant Director turned to look at that fan and said indignantly, 'If it weren't for the fact that both of them were caught by Teacher Chu, I couldn't let Teacher Chu be too pitiful.'

Chu Ming was at a loss between tears and laughter.

Song Fengyi's fan's face turned ashen, while Ying Huai still sat on the central sofa, half-leaning into Liang Shining's arms, smiling with curved eyes.

The live chat was going crazy over this scene.

[Ahhh, Teacher Xiao Huai is really so smart, leaning in Teacher Liang's arms looking so small!]

[Really, the moment the match ended, Teacher Liang immediately ran over. I saw at the beginning Teacher Liang originally wanted to hide with Teacher Ying, but was pushed directly to the corner by Teacher Ying, and Teacher Liang looked a bit wronged hahaha.]

[Cat Hairclip is the Cutest: Yes I'm on site and I saw it! What Teacher Ying said was: 'You're too big, stay away from me.' Hahahahaha it feels like a golden retriever being disliked by a tsundere little cat.]

[To be fair, compared to Song Fengyi, Ying Huai is much more emotionally stable. Just now Song Fengyi and his fans were going crazy and making a scene, while Ying Huai sat quietly on the central sofa watching the show, hahahaha I'm becoming a fan.]

Ying Huai was also feeling a bit awkward at this moment.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stand up, but that he really couldn't get up right now.

Even though he had anticipated Song Fengyi's move earlier, the loud bang still gave him a bout of palpitations.

Liang Shining promptly slipped medicine under his tongue to help him catch his breath, but the fatigue and weakness from the palpitations couldn't be eliminated instantly.

Ying Huai took two deep breaths, finally leaning on Liang Shining to slowly stand up, and walked toward his team's waiting area on the side.

The moment he sat down, the girl wearing the cat hairclip immediately handed him a glass of water.

'Teacher Ying, are you okay?' The cat hairclip girl noticed Ying Huai's complexion wasn't quite right and asked worriedly in a low voice.

'Is something wrong......'

The nearby fans heard and quickly turned their heads, instantly gathering around Ying Huai.

It had been a long time since Ying Huai had experienced being cared for by everyone.

A rare trace of awkwardness flashed across his expression. He leaned slightly toward Liang Shining and smiled with curved eyes: 'I'm fine, don't worry.'

'But your complexion really doesn't look good, and I feel like your breathing is more rapid than before.' The cat hairclip girl said with a frown.

As if she knew Ying Huai would deny it, she spoke up indignantly first: 'You still have to go up and spin ten rounds later, don't lie to us!'

Ying Huai instinctively wanted to open his mouth and say he had no problem.

But the next second, he saw Lu Jing, who had just finished spinning ten rounds, standing in place with an ashen face, while Xin Wan was already staggering head-first straight toward a wall, and the words at his lips were swallowed back.

.......He seemed to really have a problem.

Ying Huai recalled how dizzy he'd been walking just now, and deeply felt that if he went up to spin ten rounds, he wouldn't need a blindfold—he could just black out on the field.

Ying Huai's eyes flickered, and he finally said softly: 'I really am not feeling well.'

The surrounding fans' expressions instantly grew solemn, but the next second they heard Ying Huai laugh softly: 'So who's willing to step in and team up with Teacher Liang to catch people?'

·

Finally, through rock-paper-scissors, the next round would have the cat hairclip girl substitute for Ying Huai as the catcher.

The Assistant Director had no objection to this, but the cat hairclip girl was a bit nervous.

'What if I hold Teacher Liang back?' The cat hairclip girl asked worriedly, 'What if I don't win......'

'If we don't win, we don't win. Isn't there still the loser's bracket match?' Ying Huai said with a smile.

He helped the cat hairclip girl put on the blindfold, his fingers gentlemanly not touching any of her skin.

'Don't feel pressured, just relax and play. I've got your back.'

In the darkness, the cat hairclip girl heard Ying Huai say with a light laugh: 'Similarly, you can also choose to trust Liang Shining—he's capable of anything.'

It was supposed to be a joke, but the cat hairclip girl inexplicably felt reassured.

On the other side, Liang Shining listened to Ying Huai's unhurried words, and couldn't help the corner of his mouth curling up bit by bit.

·

After the ten rounds of spinning ended, Liang Shining and the cat hairclip girl began catching people simultaneously.

Liang Shining's steps were slightly unsteady, but his sense of direction was still passable.

He guessed that, with Ying Huai's demonstration last round, most people would choose to hide behind obstacles, and not long after the start he caught one.

The cat hairclip girl was a bit dizzy, circled the field twice, but by sheer luck stopped right in front of Song Fengyi.

The surrounding fans instantly exclaimed. Song Fengyi ducked under the table, but a flash of playfulness crossed his expression.

He looked at the girl's calf outside the table, and deliberately extended his hand out bit by bit.

·

The Director started a twenty-second countdown, but for some reason the cat hairclip girl still hadn't hit Song Fengyi.

'Why hasn't Sister Mao Mao hit anyone yet?' one fan asked anxiously, 'Is she too anxious?'

'Yeah, it feels like Sister Mao Mao is very agitated. Calm down, the more anxious you are the less you'll catch anyone.'

Ying Huai watched the girl named Mao Mao's reaction from afar, frowning, feeling something wasn't quite right.

—Mao Mao's reaction didn't look like anxiety, but more like she was irritably dodging something.

The Director started a five-second countdown. The next second, Mao Mao suddenly took a deep breath and wedged her leg straight in front of the chair.

Everyone around was stunned for a moment, then watched as Mao Mao, as if confirming something, suddenly bent down and thrust the sponge stick inward.

Song Fengyi, hiding under the table, his face changed, and he instinctively rolled in the opposite direction of the position Mao Mao had blocked.

But the next second, he watched Mao Mao stand precisely in front of him with the sponge stick, and sneer: 'Hiding under the table and crawling in the dark, huh?'

She didn't hesitate, directly raising the sponge stick. Song Fengyi, lying on his back, suddenly widened his eyes.

He couldn't care about winning or losing, instinctively wanting to pull his foot back and turn sideways to dodge, but the foot against the table was blocked in position by Mao Mao, and he couldn't move for the moment.

He could only watch helplessly as Mao Mao raised the sponge stick high and brought it down squarely on him.

With a muffled 'bang,' Song Fengyi's expression instantly twisted, he clutched his groin and let out a shout, his whole body curling up.

Immediately after, Mao Mao ripped off her blindfold and tossed the sponge stick aside.

'I let you touch my leg! Go to hell!'

·

The Production Team staff quickly stepped forward to check on Song Fengyi, who couldn't move.

Ying Huai walked up to Mao Mao with a solemn expression and asked in a low voice: 'What did he just do to you?'

'That scumbag.' Mao Mao sneered.

'Just now when I first stood by the table, I felt someone poking my calf.'

Mao Mao said quickly: 'At first I thought it was to confuse me about his position, so I didn't pay much attention. But the next time, he directly tried to put his hand on my leg.'

Ying Huai frowned.

At that time Mao Mao's position happened to block the camera, and Song Fengyi's movements were covert, so probably no camera clearly captured it.

Ying Huai said softly: 'Should I call the police......'

'It's fine, he didn't get any advantage over me.' Mao Mao waved her hand.

She sneered: 'The moment he reached out his hand, I kicked him back, and probably stepped on one of his fingers too.'

Mao Mao laughed outright: 'Serves him right.'

Ying Huai was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh lightly too.

The next second, he watched Mao Mao suddenly turn her head and say with a frown: 'But Teacher Ying, why are you standing up again? Go sit back down, look, your face has gone paler again.'

Ying Huai was momentarily caught between tears and laughter.

After confirming Mao Mao had no problems, he finally let out a silent sigh of relief.

The live chat also began discussing.

[What is Song Fengyi doing....... Is he crazy?]

[So speechless, can he respect women? The Production Team arranged sponge sticks specifically to prevent awkward situations between men and women, but Song Fengyi insists on finding another way heh.]

[Could Song Fengyi's last team incident have been his own doing?]

[I think it's possible........ @Anti-Pornography-and-Illegal-Publication-Team can you investigate thoroughly?]

[Can you stop spreading rumors? Didn't the Production Team just say interference is allowed? Song-ge was misunderstood by that girl, right?]

[?? Do you think the fans on site are all blind?]

[There aren't even many Song-ge fans on site. By the way, I also looked into this, it wasn't Song-ge buying fans at all, it's clearly the Production Team's fault!]

[Right, many Song-ge fans who had originally grabbed public recording slots were suddenly notified a few days ago that their slots were revoked—it's all the Production Team sidelining our Teacher Song!]

[Right, Production Team better give an explanation. You didn't give these slots to Ying Huai's fans, did you? How can you do that?]

[Speechless, you can rig things like this? The Production Team is too biased toward Ying Huai.........]

[Upstairs, stop whitewashing. Someone has already exposed your rigging. Come look: Repost: //I posted on Weibo: 'Song Fengyi's Agency Illegally Rigged to Seize Other Artists' Fans' Public Recording Slots' long Weibo post//, come see!]

Ying Huai, who had been watching the live chat out of concern for Mao Mao, his eyes flickered.

He switched out of the live stream, opened Weibo, and quickly browsed through it.

That Weibo post basically published backend data evidence that Song Fengyi's agency had rigged things to snatch recording slots that his own fans had already grabbed, and had tried to reverse the narrative to shift the blame onto him.

All the data was solid, the evidence was thorough, basically directly irrefutable.

Ying Huai stared at his phone for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up at Liang Shining: 'Did you do this?'

Ying Huai was asking, but his tone was indeed certain.

Liang Shining lowered his eyes, and after a while gently nodded: 'Li Xiang helped find it.'

'I didn't add fan recording slots for you, I just corrected the slots that Song Fengyi originally took.'

Ying Huai was stunned.

He silently opened his mouth: 'So they........'

'Mm, they all came because of you.'

Liang Shining looked at Ying Huai, his eyes gradually gaining some warmth: 'You deserve this much love, Shifu.'

Ying Huai's hand hanging at his side trembled slightly.

His ear tips were a bit hot, he lowered his eyes to look at his phone, and suddenly noticed another thing.

'Speaking of which, I'm a bit curious about something,' Ying Huai raised his head, his peach blossom eyes slightly flickering, 'Little disciple, can you tell me who this Y who posted on Weibo is?'

Liang Shining was stunned.

His whole body suddenly stiffened.

—He had been in too much of a hurry just now and forgot to switch to another alt account.