"Xiao Qi, you are getting worse and worse." Cheng He shook his head helplessly, and then sang: "Oh, fortunately, you Brother He is a lucky brother. He is destined to live a hundred years old in this life, otherwise you wouldn't be angry to death!"

Amid the laughter, several people walked into the side hall where they had entered directly. This side hall was a circle smaller than the previous hall, but it could also put down more than a dozen round tables. However, the round tables had been removed at this moment. In addition to the front of the video area, not far from the front of the video area, there was also a small round table with a diameter of about three meters and a flat diameter. The height was not high, about thirty centimeters, and there were also a lot of soft cushions around it. It seemed that this game was to be made on this table.

Lu Hao didn't say much, so he picked up the loudspeaker and said to everyone who had already stood in the position: "In the previous mission, Xiao Qi won the first place and got ten points. The others each received seven to one point according to their rankings. The previous popular mission has ended, and now we are about to start the simplest power mission."

Lu Hao pointed to the round platform in the middle and said with a smile: "I believe you have played the game of "Prespect" when you were a child. Your next task is to fight against each other, push the other person out with your head, and you will win. Those who fail will be eliminated directly, and those who win can advance to the next round until the final victory or defeat will be decided."

"Cannifers, what is a bull?" Xiao Wulu asked Zhao Yongqi in a low voice in confusion. Others seemed to know each other well except him.

Looking at Xiao Wulu's appearance, Zhao Yongqi couldn't help but think that the girl in front of him seemed to rarely play with her peers. He immediately chuckled gently and said, "Actually, it's very simple. Two people lie on the ground, with all their limbs, and then head against each other, like two cows pressing each other together. However, as long as you push the enemy out with force, you will win."

"So that's how it is." Xiao Wulu nodded, his big eyes lit up, and he smiled sweetly, "It seems very interesting."

"Not fun at all!" Bby next to him said pouting: "The head will hurt!"

It is obvious that not only Bby but also others looked resentful. Although the winner of this bull actually depends on how hard his head is. Theoretically, as long as he is really not afraid of pain, even if the weaker side is stronger, it is not impossible to defeat the strong side. But if the two people are really serious, it is really painful.

Lu Hao ignored his brothers' complaints and took out a cardboard box, put the ball representing his personal name in, and then began drawing lots.

Zhao Yongqi didn't have much feeling about who he got, but he just hoped not to meet Bby and Xiao Wulu. For the girl, who has severe "feminine phobia", there was nothing he could do.

This time, I don’t know which god and Buddha really heard his prayers, but he actually avoided the two goddesses and directly met Cheng He!

When he saw that he and Zhao Yongqi were assigned to the first group, Cheng He's face immediately collapsed, and he was so mean that he was sticky to Zhao Yongqi's shoulders. While gently massaged him, he said with a flattering voice: "Brother Xiao Qi, please show mercy!"

"Don't worry! Brother He, how could I take a heavy blow!" Zhao Yongqi said proudly, his face as if he was full of bold words such as "Leave everything to me to keep you safe."

The next second, before Cheng He was happy, Deng Chao, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "He He, don't be fooled, this cow doesn't need to use his hands at all!"

"Haha, it's better for you to understand me, Brother Chao!" Zhao Yongqi shamelessly gave Deng Chao a thumbs up, then turned around and said to Cheng He, who was full of bitterness, "Brother He, I can only make a big deal!"

Looking at Cheng He with a bitter face, the heartless side of the members of the brothers showed it again and began to open gambling plates on the side. However, the pressure was simply one-sided, and in the end they could only end up in vain.

He put on the protective suit slowly, and Cheng He finally walked up to the round platform under Lu Hao's repeated urging. In front of him, Zhao Yongqi, who was also wearing protective suit, was looking at him with a smile.

"Brother He, every time you play the stacked arhat, you are the happiest one." Zhao Yongqi, who was lying on the ground and preparing for his posture, suddenly said something that made Cheng He's belly start to jump three times.

"This...that..." Licking his lips that seemed to be about to be cracked, Cheng He suddenly turned his head and shouted to Lu Hao: "Director, Xiao Qi wants to avenge his private revenge!"

"Ha ha……"

The people around him suddenly burst into laughter, while Lu Hao said slowly: "If Xiao Qi keeps holding on, he will get sick and occasionally give him a chance to vent. He He, bear it, I'll take good care of you!" After saying that, he also gave a thumbs up.

The laughter that was about to stop around suddenly rang out again, and Cheng He was the only one in the audience with a bitter face.

"start!"

At the referee's order, Zhao Yongqi didn't care about the rules of bulls. He was like seeing a wild dog with flesh bones. His eyes shone brightly and directly threw Cheng He on the round table. One arm around his neck and locked his head, while the other arm had already used Jiu-Jitsu skills to lock his hands directly. His long legs, like an octopus, directly wrapped around Cheng He's poor legs.

"Protest, protest!" Cheng He, who could only slapped the ground with his palm, shouted loudly, "This is not a judo competition! You can also use jujitsu skills!"

The spectators don’t think so. As long as someone is unlucky and it’s not themselves who are unlucky, it is definitely a good game. As for fouls and protests, it’s all things that no one pays attention to.

Sure enough, even the director team was happily watching the two big men on the stage twisting around. Who cares whether you protest or not? Lu Hao is already very proud of his face. If it were Zhao Yongqi, he would definitely say "I didn't see it"!

Taking Cheng He's body as a toy, Zhao Yongqi twisted around, shouting "White Crane Showing its Wings" and "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" while accompanying him was Cheng He's scream like a pig-killing cry.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, Zhao Yongqi let go of Cheng He who was already breathless and only knew that he was slumped on the ground and gasped.

Standing up straight and moving the joints, Zhao Yongqi looked at Cheng He with a smile and said, "It's great! Brother He, do you want to do it again?"

"No, no!" Cheng He rolled the cards and rushed out of the round table by himself, shouting: "Surrender, surrender!"

"Hehe, you're so useless." Deng Chao smiled and cursed with anger.

Cheng He turned around instantly, lay in front of Deng Chao, and said bitterly: "The bureau chief, it's not that I'm incompetent, but that the Communist army is too cruel! The bureau chief, I can't stand it anymore. For the sake of my great contributions to the party and the country, please help me!"

"Hahahaha..." The first competition ended with cheerful laughter.
Chapter completed!