Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Hell jokes are defined as jokes that focus on the tragic history or experiences of others or groups, with the main purpose of livening up the atmosphere by making fun of others' misfortunes.

However, some hell jokes are generally not suitable for making everywhere, as they may cause some danger.

For example, he asked a Slavic veteran if he could buy his medal for 5,000 rubles, imitated a one-shot loss in front of the elderly in Gwangju, and asked a German to show him how to clean his right armpit in the shower...

Another example is what Baihe Sanhui is currently doing - singing some songs that remind them of their past in Saigon in front of two American soldiers on leave.

As we all know, the meme of hell jokes originated from the Internet and is popular on many platforms such as YouTube and Twitter.

Therefore, when the powerful drum beats were recorded into the live broadcast interface by the mobile phone of Yutenji Wakamaki, who caught up and wanted to find the two big guys to argue, the barrage of comments gradually collapsed.

[Saigon Time]

Who would dare to do something like this? Didn’t they see those two guys?

[Will there be any violence later?]

[I suggest Miao Meng stay away, as a fight might break out.]

"Hey, Meow Mengqin, please move away... Why? Meow Mengqin, I don't understand."

Then, with the help of enthusiastic netizens, Yutenji Ruomai learned about the abstract history of the last century and its postmodern application.

"Pfft-"

No, Yutenji Wakamushi, you have to hold on, or there will be a broadcast accident.

[Did Miao Meng smile just now?]

"No, Meow Mengqin has always been a very serious person."

At the same time, the expressions of the two big guys gradually became solemn, and people who were close could vaguely hear a few popular American catchphrases.

“What the hell…”

Of course, Kashiwa Sanki above couldn't care less, and even Aine felt that the atmosphere was gradually becoming a little off.

The two big guys who were gradually approaching seemed to be non-existent to Baihe Sanhui.

[Some people are born to salute the flag]

[Oh, interwoven white stars, blue stripes, and red bars]

[As the band plays "Hail, Sir"]

They pointed their cannons at you, Lord!

That's not me, that's not me

I am not the son of a congressman.

That's not me, that's not me

[I am not that lucky one, no...]

To be honest, when she sang the guitar solo on the sheet music, Chihaya Aine no longer wanted to play.

Because she found that the two guys who were 1.9 meters tall and weighed over 200 pounds were almost standing in front of the audio rack, glaring at the three people with sour faces.

Kashiwa Sanki didn't care at all. Not only did he signal Aine with his eyes to insist on playing the whole song, he even continued to add fuel to the fire.

"This song is dedicated to a friend named Forrest Gump!"

Hey, hey, hey, Ke-chan, I just don’t speak English well, it doesn’t mean I can’t understand the amazing things you are saying in English!

As for Deng... Deng was scared to tears by the terrifying expressions of the two big guys. She was like a baby penguin squatting on an iceberg who couldn't find his parents and didn't dare to cry.

“Hey, are you Vietnamese?”

One of the big guys who seemed to be the boss spoke up.

"I'm not, my friend." Kashiwa Sanhui wiped the sweat off his face and shook his head frivolously. "I don't think they'll like this."

"So you're from China? Only you guys would play tricks on us like that."

"Yes."

This is where Baihe Sanhui’s confidence comes from.

If you have the guts, go ahead and hit me. I’m the one singing, I’m the mastermind. If I hit you, it will be a diplomatic incident. It depends on whether you take me to court or not.

If they attack Aine and Deng, let alone anyone else, the local residents will destroy the embassy if they dare to attack students.

"You..." It can be seen that the two big guys in front of him are relatively politically literate. They can actually suppress their anger when facing Baihe Sanhui's close attack.

“Why?”

"You know what just happened, it makes me a little unhappy."

"It's crazy!"

The two big guys shook their heads in disbelief and turned to leave. Yutiansi Ruomai, who had finally squeezed to the front, saw two city walls coming towards her and was so scared that she trembled and crouched down with her head in her hands.

Unexpectedly, the two big guys hesitated for a moment, walked around Yutenji Wakamai, who was squatting on the ground with his eyes closed and curled up like a hedgehog, and pushed through the crowd and left.

"I heard that you left a lot of M16s on the peninsula. Is that true?" Kashiwa Sanhui's voice came from far away through the speakers.

The two men paused again, and the other guy, who had been silent the whole time, responded loudly: "Let me correct you, it's an M16 with only shells!"

It's over, it's even more hellish.

"Ke-chan, you were really reckless just now!" Chihaya Aine lost her temper for once, "You might get beaten!"

"It's okay, Aine. They're just a bunch of paper tigers. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Ko-chan!" Aine didn't have time to talk too much with Kashiwa Sanki, and was busy comforting the crying Deng.

"That..." After some research from netizens, Yutenji Wakami knew that Kashiwa Miki was actually standing up for her, so she decided to thank Kashiwa Miki seriously.

"Thank you so much for doing something so easy to get beaten for me just now."

The live broadcast was temporarily shut down. Firstly, it was not appropriate to record Kashiwa Sanhui's face without his consent. Secondly, if the recording continued, it might disrupt the rhythm. So I simply turned off the live broadcast and started a temporary broadcast in the evening to explain.

It would be nice to give away some cosmetics through lottery with fans to calm the situation down.

"It's okay. You've given me a chance to fulfill my wish. May I ask your name?"

Why do you have such a wish?

"Ahahaha... Yutenji Wakamugi, what's your name?"

"Kashiwa Sanhui, nice to meet you."

Kashiwa Miki and Wakamai shook hands in a friendly manner.

"Actually, I'm a video blogger, and I just accidentally encountered this kind of thing during a live broadcast. Please allow me to give you a gift as a thank you for standing up for me."

Ruomai took out a small white box with exquisite packaging from the bag she was carrying and handed it to Kashiwa Sanhui. It looked a bit valuable.

"Then I'll gladly accept it. However, I haven't sought justice for you. Is it really okay to just accept it?"

"Just seeing those two guys' embarrassed expressions makes me happy, hehe~"

After exchanging LINE accounts and following Yutenji Wakamaki's YouTube channel, the two said goodbye to each other.

The most urgent task now is to comfort the angry Aine and the frightened Deng.

"Don't be angry, Aine," Kashiwa Miki quietly approached Chihaya Aine, who was sulking on the flower bed, and gently poked Aine's shoulder with his slender knuckles. "I will definitely not do this next time."

"Really? Ke-chan, you have to swear."

"I swear!" Kashiwa Sanhui raised four fingers to the sky.

"...Hmph, then I'll forgive you for now, but you have to coax Tomorin!"

Deng looked obviously stressed. Almost ten minutes had passed and he still hadn't recovered. His breathing was jerking.

Baihe Sanhui patted Deng's back rhythmically to help him calm down, and also wiped his tears with a tissue.

"You're not scared, are you? I'm so sorry for making such a bad decision without your permission."

"No, it's okay. The doctor is not wrong."

"Here, this thing looks like a cosmetic. I'm giving it to Deng as an apology."

A few minutes later, the gift that Yutenji Ruomai had obtained was in Deng's hands again.

When she heard that it was cosmetics, Aine couldn’t help but come closer.

"This looks like the packaging that famous beauty blogger Miao Meng would use. I remember the makeup combinations she recommends are all very expensive. Ke-chan, Deng doesn't seem to use makeup, right? How about giving it to me?"

"No, you certainly don't need this kind of thing, right?"

"Eh—Deng definitely wouldn't like it, right, Deng?"

What Aine didn't expect was that Deng actually put the small white box away very solemnly, without any intention of handing it over to others.

"There's nothing I don't like."

"This was given to me by the doctor. I love it!"

After this incident, no one was in the mood to continue the roadshow, so they simply returned the rented instruments, had Aine take the lantern home, and Kashiwa Sanhui went to buy the game disc he wanted.

"Bye, see you tomorrow, Ke-chan!"

"See you tomorrow, doctor."

"Goodbye, everyone, have a good rest."

After waving goodbye to Aine who was holding onto the lamp and the lamp that was clinging tightly to Kashiwa Sanhui's gift, Kashiwa Sanhui found a smoking area, quietly lit a cigarette, and watched the moon climb up the lampboard and tall buildings.

Ah, why did you bring Marlboro today?

Forget it, this brand is powerful and can handle the problem.