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Returning to the men's area, the noisy Huan over there seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy. Could it be that they have already decided on tonight's performance? It's really ink, how long have I been there, and this, is he really a man?

Ah.

"Boss Fan, you came just in time." The old flatterer came over with a look of taking credit.

"After several rounds of drawing lots, we have decided on the show for Real Men."

Drawing lots? This word makes me feel a strong sense of uneasiness. There are so many funny things in it, but it must not be some weird show, or don’t count me in.

"Tonight's show is decided to be - everyone performs their own specialties."

"Looking at your serious look, I thought it was some kind of show. Isn't this just ordinary? With your weird minds, this is the only thing you can think of?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I also felt a strong sense of violation, precisely because the program was so normal and not something that these people with abnormal brains could come up with.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet. In addition to performing their own specialties, they can also perform things they are very bad at."

"Ha, you are stupid. You can perform your own specialties. Who would deliberately act ugly and perform something you are not good at?" I laughed and then tilted my head.

Hey, isn't this just a meeting of a bunch of fools? There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, we have also thought of this problem, so there must be incentives."

"What incentive?"

Lao Ma lowered his voice, as if he was doing underground work, mysteriously.

"In short, there should be rewards. The performances that receive the most praise from everyone should be ranked first, second, and third, and given some good things. In this way, wouldn't it be easier to get good reviews for things that you are not good at performing than for things that you are good at?"

I understand. To put it bluntly, these people have no good intentions and are looking forward to seeing how everyone makes fools of themselves. On the contrary, no one wants to watch a normal program.

This game is really MAN, I admit it.

"Very well, this is a bit interesting, but there is another question, where is the prize?"

Lao Ma was speechless and just looked at me silently.

"Where's the prize?" I didn't catch Lao Ma's eyes and continued to ask.

Lao Ma blinked, with an expression that said you understand.

So I understood.

"Why do I have to come out?" I was shocked. Is this some new type of porcelain?

"Don't say that, you are the boss."

"From now on, you are the boss, Boss Ma."

"You are the strongest."

"From now on you are the strongest... Okay, this can't be fixed, but it's not a reason."

"You are the host of the party."

"Why am I like this? Artoria."

"But you are His Highness the Prince. Alto is in charge of that area, so of course you are in charge of this area?"

Look at this little sweet talk of Lao Ma. He seems to be talking about the underworld's control of the situation. Arturia and I are the black and white evil spirits on the road? The legendary four-flowered red stick?

But this is indeed an undoubted reason. It is Artoria's place, and it is also my place. Who made us husband and wife, hehe.

"Okay, the prize is fine."

"By the way, everyone strongly requests that Boss Fan also participate."

"Wait a minute, I still have to participate to get the prize?" I was shocked again. Are all the new porcelain games that cheat money and body so terrible?

"Because you are the host of the banquet."

"Don't keep using the same excuses. I'm the host of the banquet. I still have to sing a song for you, right?"

"That's not true!" Lao Ma reacted fiercely.

"Okay, let me tell you the truth, everyone thinks it will be more interesting if Boss Fan participates."

"You just want to see how I make a fool of myself, right?"

"Yes."

"..." He actually admitted it honestly, leaving me at a loss as to how to continue to refute it.

"Anyway, let's show off our ugliness together. This is a real man."

Shouldn't real men hold Gatling in their hands and face the explosion with their backs turned, and stride forward without changing their expressions? When did it turn into making a fool of themselves together?!

"Facing one's own shortcomings, holding firm to one's ideals even if the world laughs at them, keeping one's countenance, and moving forward in stride, isn't this very manly?"

"..." Well, it seems that there is really no way to refute this, but I always feel that something is wrong. Could it be that I, a traveler of the new era and new ideas, was deceived by mere indigenous people?

Having said that, have you already determined that you have to perform something you are not good at? Is the acting specialty just a cover?!

"Actually, it doesn't matter as long as it's interesting. The most important thing is everyone's evaluation."

"But what can I gain? Even if I win, it's just the prize I gave myself."

"Everyone is amazed and admired." Lao Ma gave a thumbs up.

That’s weird, you bastard!

In any case, I showed my master's consciousness, the program and prizes were finally decided, and I walked onto the simple stage that was put together with a few random tables. I coughed a few times and glanced at everyone.

They're all here, don't even think about leaving. If you want to do something big, do it big.

"As for this program, we only select the first place. In other words, only the first place can get the reward."

Seeing the disappointed expressions on all the old horses, I sneered.

"The prize is - my favorite sword, yes, the one that was cut off and will be repaired soon."

Because the Ji Jian is in the hands of Mu Aodonggua, I have no way to show it, so I can only try my best to explain it clearly.

It turned out that Mu Aodonggua was also present. He immediately raised the broken sword high, causing everyone to marvel. In any case, this was a quasi-magical weapon.

"Junior brother Wu, since it can be repaired, why don't you use it?" Seattle asked in a stern voice.

"As you all know, my artifact set is almost finished. I am definitely not lacking a good weapon. Taking a step back, the properties of this sword will not be of much use to me. Even if it is replaced by another

Ordinary dark gold will not reduce my combat effectiveness at all, so I think it is better to give it to people who need it more and can use it more. Of course, if the war ends one day, I will get

If the owner thinks it is no longer needed, he can sell it back to me. After using it for so many years, it has become somewhat sentimental."

Everyone nodded and accepted my reason.

At this time, Kurt raised his hand again.

"Boss Fan, I still want to confirm which sword you are talking about. Please don't play word games."

"It's a serious weapon. You're the one who wants to play word games, you bastard!"

With everyone laughing, the show finally started.

"Who will go on stage first?" I glanced at everyone and found that no one was taking action. Is this what I realized?

"Boss Bufan, why don't you perform one first?"

"That's not okay. The first one served is usually the best."

"If you say that, wouldn't it make more people want to get married?"

"Yes, yes, you are the provider of the prize anyway, so you don't care about getting it, so you can just perform a random one to stir up the atmosphere."

Facing the crowd's booing, I gritted my teeth in hatred, who said I couldn't win back my prize myself.

I won my own things based on my ability, so what’s wrong?!

He was about to get angry, but when he glanced around and saw everyone gathered together and enjoying themselves, his heart suddenly softened.

This may be the last time to relax and have the last banquet before the war. I don’t know if there will be such a large gathering of people after that, or to put it more harshly, if I can still stand here after that.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't argue with you bastards now, I'll just let you go first and let you see how I break the curse of being the first to appear!"

Let it go, I immediately felt confident, and the magic loudspeaker that I hadn't seen in a long time appeared in my hand.

"Then, let me perform a show that I'm good at, singing!"

"Boss, you can't do it!"

A group of big men with no appearance, rushed towards me with tears streaming down their faces, and held me down.

"If you open your mouth, the show will end early."

Huh? You want to say that once this singer shows his true skills, there will be no doubt about the first place, and there is no need to continue?

I happily accepted this explanation, kicked these guys off the stage, and changed the program.

"Forget it, since everyone is asking for it, I'll do the opposite and perform something I'm not good at."

"Good thing!"
To be continued...