Two people who looked like security guards appeared with explosion-proof forks and pushed out the struggling "Pikachu".

"Skin!" A yellow-skinned rat tried to struggle.

Almost everyone, including Shimoye Cheng, looked at this scene with dark lines. After all, after this guy appeared, the style of the whole stage was a bit abnormal.

Why are there few normal people?

While the host took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead and sweated coldly, he turned his eyes to Shiroye Cheng on the side. Seeing that he was still a serious person, he continued to ask,

"Well, then Mr. Shuangye, what are your specialties?"

Upon hearing this, Twin Ye Cheng subconsciously wanted to say Ou Jin... But then he reacted, and he pulled his forehead to hold his mouth, almost being led by the yellow mouse, so he spoke directly,

"Actually, I'm quite knowledgeable about compound swordsmanship."

fencing!

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up. After all, this country still advocates Bushido. You should know that in ordinary colleges and universities, the Kendo Ministry has always been a popular club like the baseball club.

Not to mention the handsome appearance of Shiroshima Cheng, there are already many girls in the audience looking forward to Shiroshima Cheng showing off his kendo.

Even the host couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The specialty of Shiro Ye Cheng was much more serious, at least countless times stronger than a certain yellow mouse.

Thinking of this, the host couldn't help but look outside the venue. After seeing Gong Baiyuyou being pulled away by the security guard, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This time, he finally smiled and restored the professional smile that the host should have.

At this time, Shiroye Cheng swept the audience and finally noticed Ye Ninomiya, "Ye, lend me your sword."

At this moment, Ninomiya Ye was just watching. Seeing the eyes of many viewers coming to her, she couldn't help but froze, but she had no choice but to throw her beloved bamboo knife up.

For some reason, for her, she cherished the life-like bamboo knife, but she did not hesitate to hand it to Shiroye Cheng.

After all, it's his own brother.

At this time, Ninomiya had to comfort himself in his heart so much.

After taking it, Shiroye Cheng thought about it for a while and said to the host, "I need someone to cooperate with me."

"How do you want to cooperate?" said the host, Lehe. Obviously, the normal style of Shiroye Cheng's side made him feel comfortable.

The next second, Shiroye Cheng got a watermelon from the audience and stuffed it into the host's hand, "Sir, please hold this watermelon."

After the host subconsciously took the watermelon, he looked curious, "What do you need me to do?"

"Please put this watermelon on the top of your head."

"On the head? Oh." Because the watermelon in his hand was not very large, the host pressed it on his head.

The next second, Shiroye Cheng got a cloth from somewhere, and then wrapped it around his eyes. After doing all this, he held the black bamboo knife in one hand and smiled.

"Okay, I'm ready."

The host smiled, "Okay, there is... no no no no no, wait, it seems something is wrong?!"

The host immediately said, "Does Mr. Shuangye want to split the watermelon?"

Upon hearing this, Shiroye took off the cloth strips in his eyes and said, "Yes, shouldn't this be a reserved program on the beach?"

host:"……"

The host finally knew that none of these people was a normal person. At this time, a forced smile appeared on his face, "Well, otherwise we will get the watermelon?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm very confident in my swordsmanship." Shiroye Cheng smiled slightly.

But I don’t have confidence!

I have not paid off my mortgage for forty years, so how could I easily fall here!

Although the host was thinking this in his heart, he continued to smile awkwardly, "Sorry, Mr. Shuangye, actually, my heart is not very good. Can I change someone else?"

"It's OK," said Makoto Shiroya.

The host suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, his life was saved.

"Then please find someone, Mr. Host." said Shiroye Cheng.

The host immediately turned his attention to the audience, and at this time the audience all showed the expression of "you deserve to be the host."

Our country’s variety shows are much more courageous than you.

Please, you're very weak.

The host tugged the corner of his mouth, and finally looked at the guest seat responsible for scoring, and said with a smile, "Then please come over."

Xiaowada frowned at this time. He was a sponsor, so how could he do such a thing?

Perhaps because he noticed Xiaowada's eyes, the host turned his attention to another host, Miss Dudumei.

"Although I'm very interested,..." Dudumei smiled and expressed her attitude.

"I'll do it." At this time, a voice sounded.

Everyone looked at it and found that it was the passerby's guest Suzuki Suzuki.

"Miss Suzuki." The host immediately showed an extremely bright smile, "It seems that Miss Suzuki believes very much in Mr. Futaha."

Suzuki Jun stood up slowly, she lifted her hair behind her ears, revealing her cold side face, but then she smiled slightly,

"Yes, I believe him."

This charming smile made many boys around him lose their mind for a moment.

At this time, Suzuki Jun also walked onto the stage and took the watermelon from the host's hand.

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

Suzuki Jun finished speaking softly to Makoto Mitsuba and held the watermelon over his head.

At this time, Shiroye Cheng just smiled slightly, looked at the girl tacitly, and then covered her eyes with the cloth strip again.

Just when everyone thought that Shiroye Cheng was about to raise his sword, they saw his body constantly retreating.

"What?!" The host and the others were stunned. It was already very dangerous to split the melon under the mask under no instructions.

But Shiroye Cheng actually retreated himself, so it is even more difficult to judge the distance!

Many people looked at each other.

But Shiroye Cheng had moved, his body was extremely fast, and he had appeared in front of the girl in just one breath!

He blindfolded his eyes, but the black bamboo knife slashed directly without hesitation, and slashed on the watermelon without any hesitation!

"I won, I won! How is it possible?!" The host said in a dismay, and even the audience in the audience was in an uproar!

This way, it can hit the score?!

And it's not bad at all?!

The watermelon cracked the gap but did not explode.

From beginning to end, Suzuki Jun stood quietly in place. Even though Makoto Shiro had just cut the bamboo knife, she did not blink at all because of fear.

When Shiroye took off the cloth strip and saw the watermelon that was split in the cracked halves and being held in the girl's hand, he also smiled faintly.

"How many points do I get?" asked Makoto Shirou.
Chapter completed!