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Wen Yao tripped over a stone.

She didn't fall, but because she hit her ankle, she gasped in pain.

The comments section was full of concern.

【Ahhh, my heart aches for my little sister!】

[My little sister is good, but the stone is bad!]

My ankle is all red; that bump was so hard! My heart aches for me!

[Director Cui, come out and face the consequences! Who gave you the right to arrange such a dangerous game for our little sister?!]

...

Fans of "Running Man" simply cannot understand it.

【? ? ? ? 】

No, she didn't even break the skin, what's there for you to feel sorry for?

[Yeah, maybe he's just pretending, deliberately luring Fu Qianchuan out.]

[Pshaw, come on, who is Fu Qianchuan? He's a special forces soldier, after all. He's used to unpredictable tactics in exercises; he's seen it all before. How could he possibly be fooled by such a clumsy trick?]

The next second, steady footsteps sounded.

Wen Yao's eyes widened.

Fu Qianchuan was indeed lurking nearby, and she had passed by that spot several times without noticing him!

Is this person not breathing?

Everyone held their breath.

The final name tag ripping battle is finally here!

Fu Qianchuan approached step by step, exuding a powerful aura.

"Hey, hey, don't come any closer! If you do, I'm not going to be polite!"

Wen Yao kept backing away, threatening with a fierce but weak expression, until her back touched the tree. She immediately hugged the tree and tried to climb up.

But Fu Qianchuan grabbed her by the collar.

Wen Yao felt like a moth fluttering about, desperately trying to reach the name tag on Fu Qianchuan's back.

The result... was still a long way off.

A low laugh came from above her head; she couldn't tell if it was mocking her short arms.

Wen Yao glared at him.

Fu Qianchuan immediately suppressed his smile: "Ceasefire. Let me check your injuries."

【? ? ? ? 】

[This can be considered an injury? Fu Qianchuan, are you serious??]

I'm amazed! That such a corny tactic as using a seductive charm actually works!

Is it possible that our little sister didn't need to use her charms at all, and that Uncle Fu was just being too concerned and confused?

...

Wen Yao was skeptical: "Are you sure? You're not lying to me, are you, and then you're going to tear off my name tag when I'm not looking..."

Fu Qianchuan remained silent, half-kneeling on the ground, his large, well-defined hands covering the girl's slender ankles.

Wen Yao struggled for a moment, and her knee accidentally bumped into Fu Qianchuan's cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she apologized repeatedly.

Fu Qianchuan raised his head, his dark eyes filled with a multitude of profound and complex emotions.

The two men, one standing and one kneeling, were clearly in the weaker position, yet their eyes were filled with aggression.

"It's nothing." His voice was slightly hoarse, and he applied a little pressure with his hand. "Does it hurt?"

nonsense!

Wen Yao's eyes were filled with physiological tears, which dampened a few fluttering eyelashes.

"It doesn't hurt!" she stubbornly insisted, but couldn't help sniffing, her voice becoming pitiful, "...Okay, it still hurts a little."

In fact, Fu Qianchuan knew better than anyone that Wen Yao was a particularly spoiled girl.

She was well protected by Ms. Wen and well taken care of by those around her.

His eyes were dark, and his voice was deep: "The bones are fine, it's just that this area is a bit sensitive."

[It's time for a dating reality show!]

Please change the font color to pink!

[I'm already smiling like a doting aunt in front of the screen. Uncle Fu's gesture of stroking the little girl's ankle feels strangely a little awkward.]

[Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Could you please do something really thorough for me?]

"I heard you making those abacus beads all over the south of the city!"

...

"Oh..." Wen Yao picked at the tree bark, occasionally glancing at Fu Qianchuan, and asked casually, "So when do we start tearing name tags?"

Fu Qianchuan laughed: "So eager to win?"

Wen Yao pouted: "You've even resorted to infiltration, and you're still criticizing me?"

Fu Qianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

As if guessing what he was going to say, Wen Yao interrupted, "Let's make this clear first, I don't need you to give way. If you're going to tear it, then tear it fairly and squarely."

Fu Qianchuan: "You're injured, that's not fair to you."

Wen Yao: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Fu Qianchuan: "Rock, paper, scissors?"

The audience has started to complain.

Uncle Fu, don't be too fond of him!

The amount of water released has created an entire Pacific Ocean.

[Haha, it's obvious Uncle Fu is trying every possible way to let Mei Bao win]

...

"No, this is too easy, and there's too much luck involved." Wen Yao thought for a moment, then had a sudden inspiration. "Let's arm wrestle!"

Fu Qianchuan's long, lowered eyelashes trembled slightly: "Okay."

The two got right to work and picked out a suitable stone to use as a table.

The moment the big hand enveloped the small hand was a moment of jubilation for all Chuanyao CP fans!

【囍囍囍囍囍囍】

【I'm a leopard kitten!】

Congratulations to the male and female guests for successfully pairing up!

[Hehe...the difference in skin tone, the contrast in hand size—it would look the same if you just pressed it against a pillow!]

...

"Why don't you use both hands?" Fu Qianchuan suggested.

"No, my dominant hand is my left, and you're left too, so I actually have the advantage." Wen Yao took a deep breath. "Ready—go!"

At first, many viewers thought the two were joking, but they soon realized that they were really joking!

The one-sided situation that everyone had imagined for Fu Qianchuan did not occur.

On the contrary, Wen Yao had the upper hand in the early stages and seemed to have a slight advantage over Fu Qianchuan.

However, Fu Qianchuan had better endurance and stamina, and after a long stalemate, their clasped hands returned to the center.

I don't need to elaborate on Mei Bao's skill level.

Now I understand why she could slap the Monkey King so effortlessly...

I'm a little worried now that my daughter might abuse Uncle Fu...

[Oh, he's wrapped up! Uncle Fu definitely wouldn't dare fight back, hahaha. He was happy and cheerfully washing Mei Bao's underwear, but after being hit, he coldly went to wash Mei Bao's underwear.]

...

The stalemate between the two was dragging on and on.

Both of them had bulging veins.

They're working incredibly hard!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a snake appear behind and to the side of Fu Qianchuan.

Wen Yao suddenly let go of her hand and jumped up!

Fu Qianchuan noticed it too, and seeing that the pattern still had a sharp tongue, he reassured her, "Don't be afraid, I'll... handle it."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Yao grabbed a tree branch and speared the snake in its vital spot: "Go!"

The venomous snake struggled a few times, then quickly went still.

Wen Yao smiled brightly, one hand on her hip: "How about it? Aren't I amazing?"

Fu Qianchuan paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Impressive, impressive, my apologies."

Swish-

Both of their name tags were torn off at the same time!

Wen Yao:?

Fu Qianchuan:?

"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you! I'm alive again!!" Gu Yanxing appeared excitedly from behind the two of them. "The seagull dropped my name tag again!"

Gu Yan's happiness lasted only three seconds before the name tag on his body, due to poor adhesion, was blown to the ground by the wind.

Gu Yan from the previous second: *\(?????)*

Gu Yan's reaction the next second: (*???)!!

He knelt on the ground in despair: "No!!!"