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“You can touch my abs, but don’t look elsewhere…”
Gu Si glanced at her gloomy expression, curling his lips into a faint smile.
“I already have one, found another in the wooden house, and took one more from Qiao Li—three in total. Not that many, but just enough.”
Ning Qingyan blinked at him, genuinely impressed.
“Bro, you’re amazing. This time, I’m convinced.”
Gu Si’s lips curved slightly, his voice lazy.
“When haven’t I convinced you?”
As they spoke, the eliminated guests gathered again to receive the program’s rewards and punishments.
Once everyone was assembled, the director’s voice echoed through their earpieces:
“The first-place winners, Gu Si and Xu Ruanruan, are each awarded the ability to forcibly reassign CPs. This can be used on any guest except one another, and the chosen guests cannot refuse.”
“The last-place duo, Huo Qi and Qiao Li, will face a punishment chosen by the audience. According to the real-time vote count, the punishment is: 200 push-ups for the male and 200 sit-ups for the female, all in one go.”
Qiao Li immediately protested, “Why are we in last place? We at least survived the first round!”
The director replied calmly,
“The ranking is based on zombie kill points. Huo Qi has 10 points, and you have 7, totaling 17. Lin Qingqing and Wen Shijin have 3 and 15 points respectively, totaling 18.”
Everyone turned in surprise to Wen Shijin, the gentle and refined young man. Despite being eliminated in the first round, how had he managed to kill 15 zombies?
Even the usually aloof Lin Qingqing gazed at Wen Shijin with admiration, her voice soft.
“Thank you. I only earned three points, so I dragged you down.”
Wen Shijin, his tone calm and analytical, responded:
“Based on everyone’s starting resources, earning fewer than five points would be tough. Ten is average. With precise force, accurate aim, and proper angles, 15 or more isn’t hard.”
Lin Qingqing: “…”
This explanation reminded the director of Wen Shijin’s stunt earlier—lying on a beam in the wooden house, pretending to nap. Who would’ve thought to look there? Zombies rarely entered the house, and even if they did, they wouldn’t glance upward.
When a few zombies finally charged in, Wen Shijin’s grenade landed dead center, wiping out most of them. The two remaining zombies were swiftly eliminated with precise headshots.
Frustrated, the director ordered more zombies to attack in waves. After exhausting his resources, Wen Shijin was finally caught, but not before inflicting significant losses on the zombie team.
Back to the punishment:
Huo Qi began his push-ups effortlessly, while Qiao Li, though self-proclaimed tough, struggled after 100 sit-ups. At the director’s cue, Huo Qi had to take over the remaining punishment, completing 300 push-ups in total.
The sight of his perfectly toned muscles and controlled movements left female participants blushing and live chat viewers screaming.
Ning Qingyan, watching in awe, whispered to Gu Si,
“His abs are amazing…”
Gu Si scoffed, knocking her head lightly.
“Just abs? I have them too. What’s there to envy? Don’t you have any?”
Caught off guard, Ning Qingyan stammered.
“Of course I do! Everyone has abs.”
“Then why were you staring at his?” Gu Si challenged.
“I wasn’t staring at his abs, just his stamina. Can you do 300 push-ups in one go?”
Gu Si raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t believe you have abs unless you show me.”
Ning Qingyan countered, “Then let me touch yours first.”
Flustered, Gu Si turned red and barked, “Ning Qingyan! Can’t you act modest for once? Have you harassed your male classmates like this before?”
“Didn’t you start it? If you can ask to see mine, why can’t I ask to touch yours? We’re all guys here—why so prudish?”
Rendered speechless, Gu Si finally relented, “Fine, you can touch.”
“…Never mind. I believe you,” Ning Qingyan quickly backed out, worried he’d insist on seeing her abs in return.
Meanwhile, Xu Ruanruan’s mood darkened as she watched Gu Si chatting with Ning Qingyan. Using her forced CP reassignment power became tempting.
At the director’s prompt, both Gu Si and Xu Ruanruan declared their intent to use their power.
“And who will you choose?” the director asked.
Both answered in unison:
“Ning Qingyan!”