Although others don’t understand what the number of tastings represents, the person involved is very clear.
The bet was exactly what Zhong Jiuyin wanted, and she was very energetic.
When the limited-time game was announced to be over and before the snatching session was announced, she stood up and eager to face Yan Cheng.
"Come on, it's time to decide the male and female."
Yan Cheng became much more calm: "Everyone knows the male and female, just a duel."
He also stood up slowly and pulled down his sleeves.
The weather is just not hot and not cold, so the shirt he wore was quite thin, with only the cuffs being double-layered, covering his wrists in a flat manner. He clasped the cufflinks with one hand, covering the faint blue veins on his arm.
Under white shirt.
This behavior falls into the eyes of some people, not like they are preparing to fight, but like they are afraid of being taken advantage of by covering their bodies.
Liang Zhixiang, his declaration of confrontation should be called "Even if you win, I don't matter, but I can't even think of my skin"...
Oh my God is so terrible. Liang Zhi quickly threw away these messy thoughts.
Ai Yuanyuan sat on the onlooker, cheering for both sides with excitement, not biased at all, and praised each other, and praised each other, and also shouted together.
"Brother Yan Cheng, think about the humiliation you had suffered before and her betrayal of you! Tear her up! Clear her away!"
"Zhong Jiuyin, show your strength. How did you solve Yan Cheng before? Let's continue to work hard this time!"
Zhong Jiuyin bowed to her angrily.
Then he started a martial arts move and tried to Yan Cheng with his palm: "Come on."
Yan Cheng stood still and stared at her.
The two of them had a gaze. Although they had no ruthless words or ferocious expressions, they had a very surging atmosphere.
The three people watching looked at each other without saying a word. Yuan Yi didn't know what he was thinking, and he was a little confused and wandering outside the sky. His eyes fell on them without any focus.
Liang Zhi's expression was difficult to observe, so he pushed his glasses from time to time to cover up his eyes.
Only Ai Yuanyuan is still full of passion. She looks around and looks forward to the two masters fighting each other, so that she can get a bargain and be the top three.
At this time, the two of the duels finally started to fight.
The first move was Zhong Jiuyin. She rushed over with an eagle and tried to hold Yan Cheng's shoulder.
But Yan Cheng had a natural advantage, his arms were longer than hers, and he instantly grabbed her arms while retreating and avoiding them.
Neither of them can free up their hands to tear each other. If you raise your hand, I will press it. If I raise your hand, you will press it. If you move it manually, it will basically be like dancing mechanical dances, and there will be some Mongolians.
The meaning of wrestling.
Liang Zhi really wants to say: Can you stop holding hands in disguise? You really won’t feel guilty when you look at so many shots?
He was so nervous that he just glanced at so many shots.
Zhong Jiuyin tested it for a round, roughly understood Yan Cheng's determination and strength to fight each other, and instantly tried his best to break free from Yan Cheng's constraints. In the blink of an eye, the two of them stood apart two or three meters apart and stood again.
Influenced by her past career, she was a little excited when she encountered a close opponent.
She raised her hand and tied her high ponytail tightly, bent her waist slightly, lowered her eyebrows and stared at the gold coin patch on Yan Cheng, her face full of ambitions.
"I'm going to start."
Yan Cheng was uncontrollably attracted by her appearance.
Very impactful.
The word impact force is described as bomb-level in his ordinary aesthetic career, just like throwing a big rock into the center of a lake, smashing out water that can splash his whole body.
It was as straightforward and wild as her kiss, making it difficult for him to ignore.
"Are you still distracted?" Zhong Jiuyin rushed over again, and hit him like a shell.
The speed was too fast and there was no intention of brake. When Yan Cheng raised his hand to stop him, he could not grasp her arm like he did just now.
Because my arms are shortened at a very fast distance, they can't stretch out their strength.
Zhong Jiuyin was able to take the initiative to hold his arm, circling his eyes on his exposed collarbone, and without saying a word, freeing up a hand to grab the sticker on his shoulder.
It was okay to be stopped quickly by Yan Cheng, but she added another hand.
The movement is too fast and the force cannot be stopped. They stop me from grabbing me, and the sound of slapping on the arm is like slapping on the face.
Ai Yuanyuan and the others heard the sound of sex and showed a sour expression of teeth.
"I feel that Zhong Jiuyin slapped Brother Yan Cheng's back, which made him stunned."
It is the degree to which mosquitoes can be slapped into pancakes.
Yuan Yi woke up from his distracted state and looked at it with a hurry, saying, "Sister Yin doesn't have any moisture. She hasn't really gone to a martial arts club to train before she went on the show?"
"Oh!" Liang Zhi suddenly screamed, "Catch the gold coins and paste them!"
Zhong Jiuyin grabbed Yan Cheng's shoulder, and Yan Cheng stretched out his long arm and touched the sticker behind her.
If you want to tear it, you have to get close. If you want to tear the stickers behind it, you have to get close.
What's more, Zhong Jiuyin happened to be pressing against him and climbing up to his shoulders. Their posture was like a couple hugging each other, one shyly burying his head and the other hugged him overwhelmingly.
But in just a moment, Zhong Jiuyin realized something was wrong and turned sideways in the direction of Yan Cheng's force, and instantly became standing side by side with him. Yan Cheng failed to succeed.
But she still grabbed the sticker on Yan Cheng's shoulder greedily and didn't put it on. So after turning it over, Yan Cheng's clothes on his left shoulder were suddenly pulled to the right, and everyone was dragged to the point of staggering.
The hem of the inner tucked into the belt was pulled apart, revealing a tight side waist, which was very eye-catching against the black belt.
Liang Zhi: "...Plum, the plum blossoms scored twice."
Ai Yuanyuan's eyes were shiny, and she lowered her voice and shouted: "I have abdominal muscles!"
Yuan Yi had no comments. He stared at Zhong Jiuyin and turned his head as she moved.
"Brother Yan Cheng touched his hand behind Sister Yin again, just like the way he was torn in the last issue!"
Then she opened her eyes wide and pulled up the volume: "She avoided it, but she hasn't given up her shoulder stick yet! wow! Tear off! Sister Yin tear off Brother Yan Cheng's shoulder stick!"
He stood up and shouted, "Sister Yin, it's amazing!"
Zhong Jiuyin tore his shoulder stick and ran away five or six meters, holding the gold coin stick with his fingers, whistling at Yuan Yi.
"I! Awesome!"
Her eyes were lit, and she held the trophy and looked like the young and famous king in the arena.
Even if she is so bragging, it is not annoying at all. No one can hate her so arrogant.
She seemed to be born with a layer of uncontaminated brightness than others.
Yan Cheng also looked at her, and was not ready to retighten her clothes, so he rushed towards her.
In the first three episodes of the show, Yan Cheng rarely took the initiative to provoke others. Except for the stickers that were not on the verge of being eliminated, he would unexpectedly hunt Liang Zhi and others to fill in his blank stickers.
So Ai Yuanyuan and the others started to scream when they took the initiative.
"Brother Yan Cheng is going to exert his strength!"
"Zhong Jiuyin used the quick squat to avoid grabbing behind her back!"
"But Brother Yan Cheng didn't let go! He...he pressed Zhong Jiuyin to the ground?!"