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Chapter 656 - 655: The Invincible Wind-and-Fire Wheels Return in Episode 7

The atmosphere became tense.

Mu Qiu flexed her neck, arms, and legs, staring intently at Cheng Zhirang.

Cheng Zhirang stood in the empty circle, smiling with an ambiguous meaning, not looking nervous at all.

It felt like there was a vacuum zone between the two, keeping them apart.

Then one foot tentatively stepped into the vacuum zone.

A bit like a cat tentatively extending its paw to grab some meat to eat.

Cheng Zhirang looked at her toes with interest for a moment, and when he raised his head, his expression didn’t change, but he suddenly shot out like an arrow off the string, heading straight towards Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu was startled by the sudden movement, then turned and ran outside.

Indeed, the first to break the rules of the alliance, promised to stay inside, but now she’s running out.

Unfortunately, short legs don’t run fast. Just as she was about to run out the door, an arm scooped her up around the waist, and she said goodbye to the doorway.

It’s not appropriate to have physical contact with other female guests, but if the female guest is his girlfriend, that’s much better.

Although his ingrained gentlemanly behavior wouldn’t allow him to touch and hug his girlfriend in front of the camera, a touch is still acceptable.

Cheng Zhirang’s palm pressed against her waist, the muscles in his arm taut as he pulled her back with force, his other hand ready to support her back in case she couldn’t stand stably when retreating.

"Why are you running?"

After intercepting her, he quickly let go, standing two steps away.

The audience is here to watch the show, not to see them cuddle.

But he still held her, his big hand gripping her wrist, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Your grip is too strong! No, no, no! The card isn’t on me!"

Mu Qiu struggled like a worm, her legs dodging his other hand. If her hand wasn’t being held by Cheng Zhirang and she couldn’t borrow strength, she would have fallen to the ground.

In this posture, she didn’t want anyone to touch her pants while dodging... Cheng Zhirang glanced down, and his hand struck more fiercely.

Finally, Mu Qiu simply dragged his hand to the ground, her legs kicking around wildly.

The cycling motion reappeared in the seventh episode.

This was the ultimate move that had forced back Shi Yuhuai, Li Yang, and the other male guests. Even with Cheng Zhirang’s strength, he couldn’t withstand her whirlwind-like attack, getting kicked several times on his arm, almost kicking a dangerous area once.

This won’t do, Cheng Zhirang immediately let go and backed away.

Zhao Yu, next to them, watching the commotion, kept changing expressions with the progression of the plot, her lively look suggesting that if she had some sunflower seeds, there’d likely be a pile of shells by her feet.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Mu Qiu, you really have been working on slimming your thighs, I can tell!"

Mu Qiu was exhausted, too tired to bother with her. Taking advantage of Cheng Zhirang’s retreat, she finally put down her legs, panting as she tried to get up.

But in just that brief moment, Cheng Zhirang charged over again. This time he was smarter, taking advantage of her getting-up posture, he grabbed her arm from behind, securely holding her in a back brace.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—painful!"

Cheng Zhirang loosened his grip a bit, holding her two arms with one hand and placing the other hand against her neck, turning her to face Zhao Yu.

"Don’t move, watch out for your hand."

The slightly rapid scorching breath blew on the tip of Mu Qiu’s ear, making her shiver and feel that this position... would make girlfriend fans cry.

Before she could react, her whole being was forced back, sticking to his chest. Isn’t this too intimate? Show fans might not all enjoy this seemingly lovey-dovey plot.

Although they were actually in a tense confrontation, without any intention of showing affection.

Oh well... not sure what to say, just marvel at how good her boyfriend’s physique is.

Zhao Yu, sitting in a chair, was still crossing her legs, her elbow resting casually on the not-too-high back of the chair.

"Why act this way towards me? Let me think, this situation, it looks just like a kidnapper holding a rich person’s child hostage, demanding money from the wealthy. Mu Qiu, didn’t you write this kind of cheesy plot before?"

Mu Qiu: "...I don’t know, no I didn’t, it wasn’t me."

Cheng Zhirang actually found it interesting, raising an eyebrow and playing along with their plot progression, uttering the universal kidnapper line: "If you want to save your... save your friend, follow my command and hand over the item."

Zhao Yu didn’t expect such a proper person to go along with their imagination. After the initial surprise, she coughed twice, sat up straight, and put on a very anxious expression, speaking with a very "amateur fear." "

"Don’t hurt her, tell me, I’ll give you whatever you want!"

Cheng Zhirang: "Hand over the fifth card to me."

Zhao Yu instantly changed her expression: "Oh, in that case, I can only say life and death depend on fate."

Mu Qiu: "......"

Cheng Zhirang couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

Zhao Yu chuckled, speaking leisurely: "Anyway, Brother Cheng can’t kill her now, and even with her being held, she can’t kill you either, so just remain like this for now, let me take a break."

"Is the card on her?"

"Yes," Zhao Yu replied innocently, "So, are you going to dig the card out of her pocket? It doesn’t seem appropriate, right?"

Cheng Zhirang was silent.

It’s indeed inappropriate to be rummaging through a female guest’s pants pocket on a show, whether or not this female guest is his girlfriend.

So he restrained Mu Qiu, wanting Zhao Yu to fetch the card. If the card was truly on her, he could snatch it as soon as she took it out.

While risky, it seemed there wasn’t any other option.

If he failed, he’d be out immediately. If he succeeded... both of them still had chances to revive, and Mu Qiu was well-acquainted with SCP, so she might persistently keep her eyes shut, which made eliminating both of them a troublesome issue.

Thinking this, he sighed, no longer questioning Zhao Yu.

His hand around Mu Qiu’s neck gradually loosened, then moved down.

Mu Qiu: ?!

She started struggling again: "Think it over, think it over! Brother Cheng, think it over! The card really isn’t on me!"

"What you say doesn’t count." His subtly jointed fingers were already at the edge of her cargo pants pocket, about to delve in.

"Wait, wait, wait," Zhao Yu shot up, helplessly shrugging, "Let me redeem my son, I’m afraid you’ll just rip the ticket."

Cheng Zhirang immediately withdrew his hand.

Zhao Yu cautiously approached, cautiously squatting down in front of Mu Qiu, vigilantly watching Cheng Zhirang the whole time.

"While I’m drawing the card, you two can’t accidentally harm the innocents, I’m just a neutral bystander, not involved in your formal duel."

"Alright." Cheng Zhirang nodded in agreement.

Mu Qiu huffed indignantly. She didn’t nod or speak, but from an angle Cheng Zhirang couldn’t see, she winked and grimaced at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu winked back, that knowing expression suggesting she completely grasped Mu Qiu’s intention.

Then she bravely, under their intense scrutiny, extended two fingers into Mu Qiu’s pocket.