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On the blue team's side, Song Xingye was naturally chosen as the captain as expected.

"On your marks, show time!"

With the sound of a whistle, the confrontation officially began.

Both sides were unusually quiet when Jiang Mian, the little girl, was the first to step forward.

However, she looked like she had sprained her ankle, walking with a limp and occasionally letting out a cry of pain.

Surprisingly, no one shot at her along the way.

Jiang Mian was secretly delighted, thinking that the captain's self-inflicted injury trick was quite effective. These straight men were indeed too embarrassed to bully the "disabled person".

Just as she was walking as if in an empty field, the blue team on the hilltop opened fire on her.

With a series of "rat-a-tat-tat" sounds, at least a dozen paintballs exploded on her body.

Jiang Mian: "???"

A life gone just like that?

What happened to your promise of chivalry and consideration for women? What happened to your chivalrous spirit?

The blue team shouted, "Little Cotton, don't be discouraged. You wasted more than a dozen of our bullets by yourself. Your contribution is no less than Zhuge Liang's borrowing arrows with straw boats. Go back and secretly rejoice, hehe."

Jiang Mian: "..."

I can go to yours.

At the same time, two more players from the red team launched an attack on the blue team's position from different directions.

Guo Yanyang, however, cunningly took a hidden path and secretly brought the flag up.

The battle on the front lines was fierce, and a group of testosterone-fueled boys were shouting with extra enthusiasm, as if they had never felt so good before.

Paintballs exploded incessantly, accompanied by shouts of "Brothers, charge!" and "Kill those little bastards!"

Song Xingye wondered to himself, how repressed must these usually quiet and well-behaved top students be at school?

He peeked out briefly at the red team's position, but Jiang Mian, who had just respawned, spotted him and began to relentlessly stalk him.

No one knows how this girl persuaded Guo Yanyang to give her the only machine gun, and she started firing at Song Xingye like a madwoman.

Jiang Mian's original intention was to get revenge for the smearing of oil paint. After all, she had worked hard on her full makeup all morning, and it had been ruined. She was furious.

Unexpectedly, after a flurry of fire, Chang Jian, who was standing nearby, was killed and had to return to the respawn point to respawn.

Finally, Jiang Mian ran out of bullets, and then Song Xingye took a quick aim with his gun, and a wisp of smoke rose from her chest with a 'bang'—

Completely 'dead'.

Song Xingye then slowly waved from his position dozens of meters away, "Bye-bye!"

Jiang Mian stomped her feet in anger, but had no choice but to leave.

First, two female team members were eliminated, and then Chang Jian and Tao Shuo were also eliminated one after another.

Surprisingly, during the intense battle, Fan Xiaoying from the Red Team performed a heroic act of sacrificing himself to block a bullet for Guo Yanyang before gloriously departing.

As he blocked the shot, a plume of smoke rose from Song Xingye's body, who had fired the shot.

He sighed helplessly and could only admit defeat with a forced smile.

After all, the blue team only had one survivor left. Although they still had one life, by the time they returned to the respawn point, the red team would have already planted their flag.

So Song Xingye readily threw away the gun.

When they walked back to the base's rest area from the position, everyone was covered in dust and dirt, especially Chang Jian, whose nostrils seemed to be spewing dust as he spoke.

"Hey, what did you do to Cotton? They were aiming their guns at you the whole time, and now I'm getting caught in the crossfire too..."

Song Xingye glanced at Jiang Mian. Although this girl had been eliminated early, she had gotten her revenge and was now glaring at him triumphantly.

Chang Jian then turned to Cao Que and berated him: "Old Cao, your marksmanship is terrible! All I heard from beginning to end was the sound of gunfire, but I didn't see anyone hit. Are you an undercover agent sent by the Red Team?"

Cao Que protested his innocence, saying, "I...I just didn't perform well today..."

Chang Jian then put his arm around Fan Xiaoying's shoulder and said, "What's wrong with you today? You've become a hero? You actually took a bullet for Guo Yanyang! Anyone who didn't know better would think we were filming a war movie, all this excitement!"

Fan Xiaoying just chuckled and said, "It's a team game, as long as we win in the end, that's all that matters."

The group chatted and laughed as they took off their clothes and equipment, showered at the base, and then left, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

However, Song Xingye had too much face paint on him, and even after washing it off for a long time, some residue remained, making him look like a miner who had just returned from digging coal, which made Jiang Mian chuckle to herself.

……

As evening approached, the atmosphere of Qixi Festival grew even stronger.

The streets were filled with couples holding hands, and it seemed as if pink bubbles were floating in the air.

Eight bachelors wandered around the mall, and finally, with great self-awareness, went into a hot pot restaurant.

Inside the private room, the chili oil was bubbling and steaming.

As the summer camp drew to a close, Chang Jian and Zhao Yuehe were already eliminated, so they drank cola instead of alcohol to wish the remaining participants good luck in achieving their goals.

Then they talked about their future goals.

Song Xingye idly ate hot pot while listening to them talk about life plans.

He likes to eat spicy hot pot with duck tongue, so he specially ordered two plates of duck tongue and cooked them in plain water for a long time. Just as he was about to pick them up, a pair of chopsticks that had been waiting for this moment quickly poked them at him.

Precise interception!

With a poke and a pinch, the duck tongue was instantly transferred to Jiang Mian's bowl of beef, black vinegar, peanut, and sesame sauce.

Cotton even stuck out its tongue triumphantly: "Heh~"

Song Xingye was at a loss with her; this girl held a grudge quite a bit, so he could only reluctantly take a sip of the mushroom soup.

At the dinner table, Cao Que was still giving his long-winded critique: "The beef slices here are too lean, the tripe is too fatty, and the shrimp paste isn't firm enough. Obviously, the freshness needs improvement..."

Chang Jian immediately retorted sarcastically, "Come on, you fake foreigner, you're really putting on an act. What good food have you eaten in London? Do you even know what hot pot is like?"

The crowd laughed.

Continuing the previous topic, Zhao Yuehe hesitated for a long time before finally looking up at him obsequiously and saying:

"I plan to travel all over the country with my suitcase before graduation, and try all the delicious food. Like taro and duck dumplings in Nanjing, hot pot and ice jelly in Chongqing, and crayfish and refreshing dessert in Sanya, I can't miss any of them, hehe..."

Her words made Chang Jian somewhat interested.

"I really need to go out and have some fun. I heard that after joining Dongyu Group, I'm always working overtime and traveling for work all year round. I even have to hand in my passport. If I don't go now, I'll never have another chance..."

After a satisfying meal, there were still a bunch of meat rolls and meatballs left in the pot.

But everyone kept pushing and shoving, saying they were so full they couldn't eat anymore.

"How about we play a game to aid digestion?"

Chang Jian suggested, "Everyone tells a joke. If they make everyone at the table laugh, everyone will eat a piece of meat for them. If there's an awkward silence, the person who told the joke eats a spoonful of meat, and so on, until the pot is empty."

Everyone thought it was interesting, so they all agreed.

As the initiator, Chang Jian took the lead without hesitation.

His eyes darted around, and he cleared his throat:

He glanced around, deep in thought for a long time, then cleared his throat and said:

"Well... let me tell you a true story, back in high school..."

"Once during evening self-study, the classroom was unusually quiet. My deskmate suddenly told me that he needed to fart, but he was too embarrassed to do so, so he held it in. His face turned a deep purplish-red from holding it in."

"I found it funny watching from the side, so I muttered, 'If someone can hold their face like that for a fart, how shocking would it be if they actually let it out?'"

"As a result of this teasing, he couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. But that wasn't the end of it—"

Chang Jian stood up and began to gesture vividly.

"When he laughs, his breathing stops, and the result is: one laugh, one fart; another laugh, and an even louder fart!"

"Hahahaha... Pfft! Hahahaha... Pfft!"

"Finally, a mixture of laughter and self-doubt coalesced on his face, his breath escaping. His deskmate, having endured it for so long, could no longer bear it and, disregarding everything, unleashed two normal attacks and one powerful strike, finally throwing his head back and laughing out loud, a colossal, earth-shattering fart echoing throughout the classroom..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yuehe had already spat out her cola from laughing, and the others couldn't hold back either. Chang Jian was still panting as he added the last few words.

"In the end, my deskmate deflated like a punctured balloon, and the entire class, including the teacher, stared at him silently, mourning his personality collapse and social death..."

The whole audience burst into laughter, and everyone obediently picked up a piece of meat and ate it.

The atmosphere reached its peak of excitement.

Zhao Yuehe wiped away the tears of laughter and eagerly raised her hand: "My turn! My turn! I'll tell you about someone from our dorm..."