The backdrop can also be propped up.

The Emperor Emeritus is here: No way, what's there to be moved about? There's a victim right here, didn't anyone ask her how she felt?

However, this comment only flashed by and was quickly drowned out by other comments.

In short, the game continues.

The music started again, and to avenge the ball Lu Haichuan had lost earlier, Xiao Keyuan aimed the pom-pom at Lu Haichuan and threw it over.

Lu Haichuan was naturally unhappy—from his perspective, Xiao Keyuan had provoked him first, and not only did the kid not realize his mistake, he even dared to provoke him again. Could he tolerate this? He couldn't tolerate it.

So Lu Haichuan threw the ball back.

Then the flower ball was passed back and forth between the two of them, and only occasionally, if the two of them used too much or too little force, could the flower ball briefly end up in someone else's hands.

As the music ended, the bouquet was handed to Lu Haichuan.

Lu Haichuan reluctantly stood up and chose dare.

After pinching his nose, spinning around three times, and then drinking a large glass of carrot juice, Lu Haichuan completed his challenge.

The game continued, and to prevent a repeat of the situation with Lu Haichuan and Xiao Keyuan, the production team strictly prohibited throwing the flower ball randomly; it had to be passed from one person to the next.

Therefore, the third round of the game was significantly more peaceful compared to the first two rounds.

The message reached Jiang Xinhe, who chose to answer truthfully and then conducted a business transaction.

Then came the fourth round of the game. In the fourth round, the flower ball was passed to Wei Qingchun, who chose dare.

Wei Qingchun is getting old, so the production team didn't dare to do anything too outrageous. They just had Wei Qingchun walk a few steps blindfolded and drink cucumber juice, and that was it.

The music played for a longer time in the fifth and final round of the game, which was the last round of musical chairs. Of course, Director Wang was also selecting a guest who could create a buzz.

After going back and forth between several male guests, Director Wang felt that it wasn't interesting to just film the rivalries, so he turned his attention to Sen Ouling.

Sen Ouling had a conversation with Lu Renkui while playing the game—it was Lu Renkui who took the initiative to ask.

"Are you feeling alright?" Lu Renkui asked. She had also heard what Xiao Keyuan said, which could be described as evasive and obscuring the real question the person asking the question wanted to ask. Moreover, Sen Ouling herself was not in a very good mood.

“It’s alright,” Sen Ouling said, still looking at his shadow cast by the light on the cement ground. After the pom-pom was passed to him, he tossed it aside. “He’s such a big star, and he’s still incredibly popular right now. So no matter what, there will be a flood of articles to help him clear his name.”

“Ah, I might have to correct your wording,” Lu Renkui said. “The stains on his body will not be washed away; they will only remain. The overwhelming press releases have only temporarily covered up those stains. Once the light fades, those stains will reappear and become the last straw that breaks his back.”

"Actually, it's all pretty much the same. Whether I forgive or not, whether the victims of cyberbullying forgive or not, this matter will eventually be turned over—having the courage to face the overwhelming insults is a rare thing." Before the ball was even thrown to Sen Ouling, Sen Ouling made a gesture, and when the light shone on his hand, the shadow of his hand on the ground appeared as a small dog.

"Time heals all wounds, whether it's honor or pain. All I can do now is strengthen my heart and get through this, and then sigh when I look back on this past." Sen Ouling made the puppy on the ground open its mouth and let out a few silent barks, then withdrew her hand and prepared to pass the flower ball.

“But you will still suddenly remember it one day later,” Lu Renkui reminded, “without warning, without any preparation.”

“Then I can only laugh it off.” Sen Ouling sighed to Lu Renkui in the consciousness space, “and try to reduce my memories of this matter.”

"Will it really decrease?" Lu Renkui picked up the little mongrel plush toy that was on the small bed in Sen Ouling's consciousness space. "You still miss this little dog."

"So my longing for it has turned into this doll, which carries all my happy memories related to it." Sen Ouling took the little mongrel doll and continued to stroke it.

"It also includes all the painful memories associated with it." Lu Renkui sighed. "I've heard the system say that happy memories alone won't leave the slightest trace in the consciousness space."

"The consciousness space is composed of a person's character, values, and many other aspects. Almost everything in it is related to your life experiences. What makes you suffer will become what you hate, and what makes you happy will become what you like the most."

"In other words, if all this puppy left you with are happy memories, then it should be the same as those others." Lu Renkui pointed to the books on the bookshelf in Sen Ouling's consciousness space.

"Only when the memory of something is a mixture of pain and happiness will it not become your favorite thing along with those happy memories, but will stand out independently, along with the things you are most familiar with, and along with the concrete things that embody your attitude towards life, and be placed in your conscious space."

“You still miss it, but you’ve been running away from all the painful memories, so you’re running away from this little mongrel along with it.”

After saying this, Lu Renkui kicked the bulge on the wooden board under his feet, which was the source of Sen Oulin's recent pain.

Senoring remained silent for a long time before saying, "There's nothing shameful about escaping painful memories."

“Yes, it’s not shameful, but you can’t keep running away from them—you’ll have to face them one day.” Lu Renkui squatted down and kept tapping on the bulging part of the wooden board. “One day you’ll have to learn to coexist with these painful memories, and then use the experience that these painful memories have given you to fight against the blows that life will give you next.”

"This is one of the keys to becoming an adult—because you can't hide in the safe house you've built for yourself forever."

Sen Ouling fell silent again, pinching the ears of the little mongrel dog doll: "Should I sing praises of suffering?"

"Did I mean that just now?" Lu Renkui looked up in alarm—she was genuinely afraid that her words had misled Sen Ouling.

“Then I must have misunderstood,” Sen Ouling placed his entire palm over the little mongrel doll’s head, then squeezed it hard. “Tell me more carefully.”

“To be honest, what we should be praising is not suffering, but yourself. I need to correct you on that statement first.” Lu Renkui took a deep breath and then continued to say to Sen Ouling, “A person is incomplete without painful memories.”

“Pain… I have a broad definition of pain, from minor things like a slight sting when your skin is scratched to major things like encountering a major setback—like what happened to you this time.”

"Memories of almost buying the last thing you want, memories of failing an exam, memories of arguing with a friend about something—these can all be categorized as painful."

"These memories, along with those happy ones, make up who you are today."

“No one can have a smooth life forever, because too much luck can drive people crazy.” Lu Renkui poked the biggest bulge on the floor hard. “Even if that person hasn’t encountered many setbacks from childhood to adulthood, that person will still have some worries—although those worries sound like bragging to us, which is really annoying. I can definitely smell the super sour lemon scent spreading everywhere in the air.”

"So people should be aware of their own happiness." Sen Ouling was amused by Lu Renkui's words.

"Not only should you be mindful of the happiness you have gained, but you should also be mindful of the suffering you have endured." Lu Renkui poked at the lumps on the ground for a long time, but they still wouldn't go down, so Lu Renkui decided to stop poking them—let them stay there, anyway, Sen Ouling would disappear on its own after it got over this hurdle in its heart.

"So now I'm going to say something that sounds crazy but has always been true—pain is relative, and so is happiness."