Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Who would dare eat this?

Under Mr. Fatty's watchful gaze, Zhu Meng nearly collapsed. In desperation, she swallowed the pills dry, only to choke and cough for a long time.

Mr. Fatty's gaze didn't waver for a second. "Open your mouth."

He stretched out his greasy, thick fingers and grabbed Zhu Meng's tongue, only releasing her after confirming there were no Tibetan drugs.

Zhu Meng felt nauseous and wanted to vomit on the spot, but under the slender woman's warning gaze, she could only cover her mouth tightly, her eyes turning red from holding it in.

Liang Zaibing pretended to be nonchalant as she put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it with water.

In reality, the small pill had already slipped down the cuff, through the elastic waistband of the pants, and into the shoe, completely hidden.

Mr. Fatty reached out to check him as usual, but was repeatedly refused.

"No, no, don't bother." Liang Zaibing opened her mouth and raised her tongue to reveal the empty space under her tongue, indicating that she was not doing anything underhanded.

"Good boy." Mr. Fatty narrowed his eyes and patted Liang Zaibing's shoulder with his drool-covered hand, giving him a disgusting look.

You fatso, I'll gouge your other eye out one of the time.

Apart from Song Yinghao, who had long since disappeared, the examination proceeded smoothly until it was Zhang Yifan's turn, when an unexpected incident occurred.

Not finding any pills in his mouth, Mr. Non-Fat Meat was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and grabbed the left hand that had been hidden under the table.

Mr. Fatty grinned maliciously, breaking off Zhang Yifan's fingers one by one, and prying out the pills hidden in his palm amidst Zhang Yifan's screams.

"Trying to be clever isn't good!"

Zhang Yifan's face was covered in snot and tears. "No, no... I'll never run away from the drugs again, please let me go..."

"Don't cry." Mr. Fatty wiped away his tears with his dirty, fleshy hands. The gesture was gentle, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

The next second, Mr. Fatty's actions suddenly became violent. He forcefully clamped his jaw and shoved the pill deep into his throat.

Zhang Yifan struggled weakly, but could not break free. In the end, the pill still slipped into his esophagus.

Amidst her fear, Zhu Meng felt a surge of relief.

See? You'll have to eat it eventually anyway, so you might as well be obedient like me and suffer less.

Keep going! As long as you persevere, she will definitely be able to leave.

"I told you to listen to me." Mr. Fatty snorted and walked away with the slender woman.

After waiting another five minutes and confirming that the environment was safe, Ivan cleared his throat and spat out the pill stuck in his throat.

Liang Zaibing clicked her tongue in amazement, "Were you a bird or a squirrel in your past life? You're so good at hiding."

"Just a little trick."

As Mo Qiuping walked past him, Liang Zaibing, concerned for his teammate, grabbed her and asked curiously, "Where did you hide?"

Mo Qiuping didn't say anything, slapped his hand away, and practically ran to the restaurant's restroom.

Liang Zaibing followed her and saw her prick herself twice in the neck, then vomit, throwing up the pills along with her dinner.

Okay, that works too.

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It was another routine dance class. Liang Zaibing put on a polka-dot strawberry-patterned tutu and performed a perfunctory dance.

Let me put it this way: his leaps were incredibly powerful; if he were to assassinate the King of Qin, he would definitely succeed.

The viewers in the live chat were laughing so hard they could hardly breathe at his dance moves.

"Can we record this video and laugh at him?"

"I support."

"4K high-definition criminal record +1".

After Liang Zaibing finished dancing, she sat down on the side and slacked off.

How can you call that slacking off? He was subtly observing the effects of the pill.

Since finishing their meal, Zhu Meng and Zhang Yifan's movements and emotions have become somewhat sluggish, as if they had taken some kind of psychiatric medication.

But when faced with the instructions of the slender woman, he was exceptionally obedient, like a well-behaved puppet.

In short, that medicine was definitely not a good thing. If you took it for a few more days, your brain would probably be ruined, and you wouldn't even know what escape was.

"Son, you look like a strawberry cake right now."

"It's rising rapidly, I can see the little strawberry."

"I won't scold you today, Mengmeng, give Daddy a kiss."

"It's shameful for a livestreamer to pretend to be young."

Liang Zaibing blurted out instinctively, "Holy crap, are you guys pedophiles?"

Although his soul is that of a genuine 20-year-old male, how dare these viewers say such things about his current small physique?

Hello, is this 110? I need to call the police.

Presumably disliking the bizarre style of the comments, someone turned on their microphone and started cursing, "Eat something good upstairs, the streamer is the most average-looking of all the players, and short too."

Liang Zaibing was still waiting for those dog fans to defend him, but instead, the comments were all "+1", "+1", and "I think you're right", which almost made him vomit blood.

"I will grow taller, okay!"

"Dad isn't an outsider. You were only about 1.7 meters tall before, so rounding up to 1.7 meters, all your hard work is for nothing."

After arguing with these guys for a while, Liang Zaibing felt incredibly hot all over. In a very rough and manly manner, she lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and continued her aggressive online battle.

He was wearing long pants underneath, just in case.

The comments section took a different turn.

"Boys need to protect themselves too."

"Mom told you that girls shouldn't sit with their legs spread apart."

Liang Zaibing gave him the middle finger in return, "You're crazy."

"I'm reporting the streamer for engaging in prostitution."

?

Are you guys sick in the head?

The slender woman clapped her hands, signaling the others to stop training and look at her.

"Kids, that's all for today's training. Next, we'll take a set of photos, which will be included in your photobook after you debut."

Liang Zaibing had been preoccupied with listening to the slender woman's movements, and upon hearing this, she immediately abandoned the group of brainless spectators and went to attend to her business.

The slender woman looked around and then called on Zhang Yifan and Zhu Meng to come up and demonstrate.

It's probably because they are the most obedient.

Zhu Meng asked proactively, "Teacher, what poses should we strike?"

Compared to dying from disobeying orders, taking some photos is nothing.

The slender woman fiddled with the camera in her hand for a while before raising her pure black pupils, devoid of any whites, and scrutinizing them with ill intent.

"Kneel on the ground, face to face."

Their movements were somewhat stiff, but they still obediently did as instructed.

It's just taking a picture, there's no danger...it's okay...

In the dim, ambiguous pinkish-purple light, two children with tender faces knelt on the ground, like two fledglings whose wings had not yet grown strong. Their bodies were pressed together, and they looked at the slender woman with some fear on their faces. "Is this okay?"

The slender woman chuckled sharply twice, seemingly quite satisfied, took a few pictures, and then ordered them to do other things.

Liang Zaibing knew without even thinking how much those perverts would be aroused by these photos.

But then the comments section was adding fuel to the fire, asking, "Teacher, why didn't our Zihan participate in this activity?"

"Boy bands don't grow wheat bran, they go home and grow sweet potatoes."

"If you love wheat bran, you'll get rich; if you don't, you'll be arrested."

"You're trainees now, show me your microphone! The blond guy and that girl are both fine."

Liang Zaibing almost ground his back teeth to powder.

These idiots who can't see the situation and just want to stir up trouble.