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"No, no, I completely forgot about Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School and Su Yu."

As if triggered by a sudden impulse, Su Yu and his Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School flashed into Li An's mind.

It's been almost three days since the incident involving Lin Qingshan and Wang Cuihua. Su Yu hasn't run into any trouble since then.

Something's definitely up to no good here. Su Yu and Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School have been so quiet these past few days.

Is this some big project that's been brewing up for him?

This startled Li An, who immediately checked the emergency number for Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School.

Li An breathed a long sigh of relief when he found that no one had complained about Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School and there were no police emergency numbers around the school.

"It seems I was overthinking it."

The playground of Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical School.

Plop!

Chen Lidao threw Li Zhe to the ground.

The destination has arrived.

As Chen Lidao walked along, the playground was already surrounded by layers upon layers of onlookers.

Even Su Yu, Wang Xiaolong, and Wang Xiaohu in the monitoring room wanted to witness the grueling process of roasting duck in a hanging oven firsthand.

"Big brother, I was wrong!"

Li Zhe cried his eyes out.

"I really can't take it anymore, I'll die, people will really die."

Li Zhe had a deep-seated feeling that he might die in the next grueling task.

Even he, who always cherished his imposing and domineering persona, knelt down before Chen Lidao in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream.

Bang bang bang.

Li Zhe's forehead was covered in bloodstains, dripping with blood.

When Chen Lidao heard Li Zhe beg for mercy and admit his mistake, he burst into laughter without any attempt to hide it.

"Hahaha!"

Chen Lidao revealed a smile that seemed as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it gave off a chilling feeling.

"What are you doing? This third challenge, roast duck in the hanging oven, is just a simple little game with you."

"It's very simple, just swing on a swing, do you understand?"

Swinging on a swing?

The swing that this bald guy is talking about and the swing he's thinking about must be the same thing, right?

Li Zhe was somewhat puzzled.

But soon, Chen Lidao began to explain the rules of the swing to him in detail.

"Swinging on a swing, as the name suggests, is about swinging on a swing for everyone to see."

(While writing this, the author repeatedly recalled Donald Duck's impressive skill of roasting duck in a hanging oven, his eyes filled with shock and admiration for the veteran artist. However, the student surpasses the teacher, and the teacher is not necessarily better than the student. After reading this, I thought about it carefully.)

(Although roasting duck in a hanging oven is a tough job, it's short-lived and doesn't gradually lead to despair. So the author wondered if it was possible to make roasting duck in a hanging oven a tough job that is both exciting and lasts longer.)

(Finally, I thought of this really dangerous trick. Warning: Do NOT imitate this! Do NOT imitate this!!!)

Unlike ordinary swings, there is a warm-up exercise before swinging.

First, prepare a rope and hang it on a suitable wooden stake at a high place.

Instead, he stood on a wooden stake on his toes.

Those participating in the swinging game are instructed to stand on tiptoe, tilt their heads back, put the rope around their necks, and support themselves on the wooden stakes using only their toes.

Those who are new to the swing game will try their best to maintain the position in order to survive. If they make any small movement, they will immediately be subjected to the brutal punishment of being roasted like a duck in a hanging oven.

But gradually, because of prolonged periods of looking up and standing on tiptoe, you will become very tired.

But you have to keep this position, because if you relax, the log under your feet will fall.

Without a support point, the person playing the game will swing around in the air like a swing.

This dual physical and mental torture often leads to mental breakdowns in participants, causing them to deliberately kick down the wooden stakes and perform swinging for everyone.

It was just too tough to get through.

This is an improved version of the hanging oven roast duck.

Moreover, Chen Lidao left Li Zhe with a total of eight games like these, which could be described as hellish tortures.

After Chen Lidao explained the rules of swinging to Li Zhe and the others in detail.

Li Zhe's face turned deathly pale, his body trembled violently, his face was bloodless, and he retreated while shivering.

This isn't some damn swing, it's clearly a dead person sitting on it dressed as a hanged ghost!

At this moment, in Li Zhe's eyes, Chen Lidao was a madman, a complete and utter madman.

"No, big brother, no!"

"Please, find someone else, I beg you!"

"I really can't hold on any longer, I'll die."

Seeing the pleading and pleas, Chen Lidao finally softened.

"Three days? Never mind, one day it will do."

"I'll shorten it to half a day for you. As long as you can stick to it, I'll consider you a success in mastering the hanging oven roast duck technique."

After saying that, Chen Lidao stepped forward and grabbed Li Zhe by the collar.

They dragged the crying and struggling Li Zhe like a dead dog, slowly walking towards the flagpole.

He casually picked up a wooden stake from the side and stood it up.

"Come on, little brother Li Zhe, stand up and tiptoe."

Chen Lidao spoke gently, slowly guiding Li Zhe, a million-follower internet celebrity who loved writing scripts.

Li Zhe used to work on scripts all the time and never did anything drastic.

This was Li Zhe's first time.

Chen Lidao was very patient with Li Zhe's first time.

"No, this wooden stake is too high; it makes you have to stand on tiptoe."

"What I want is a wooden stake that only requires the toes to support the weight of the body."

Chen Lidao frowned and muttered unhappily.

"No, this is still too high."

………………

After trying six wooden stakes, the seventh stake was a perfect match for Li Zhe.

For the sixth wooden stake, Li Zhe still used his five toes for support.

But for this seventh foot, Li Zhe could only support his entire body weight with his big toe.

"Waaaaah~~~"

Even so, Li Zhe couldn't utter a single word of complaint.

Because his neck was in close contact with the rope, they were afraid that if his vocal cords vibrated, he would have to perform the swinging act.

At this moment, Li Zhe's live stream room was completely in an uproar.

[Holy crap, what's going on?! What on earth is happening?!]

[This time they really went too far. If anything goes wrong, Li Zhe might really die.]

We should call the police right away; something serious might actually happen.

[Hang it in! Hang it in!]

…………

But soon, because the game of swinging was too excessive, it attracted the attention of higher-dimensional beings.

[This live stream contained content that violated public order and good morals, and was dangerous and extreme. The live stream will be shut down immediately.]

The live stream paused, and then the number of viewers instantly dropped to zero.

Li Zhe's account, which had bribed the staff at Slowfoot, was directly banned, and he couldn't even follow anyone anymore.

His account with a million followers is now useless!

"Depend on!"

Chen Lidao's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but the next second...

"No, if the live stream is over, then we'll film a video."

"As long as Li Zhe doesn't die, we must finish these eight ruthless tasks today!"

At that moment, Li Zhe, who was still standing on the wooden stake with his head tilted back, suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard what Chen Lidao said below.

Chen Lidao meant that even if he were to become a superhuman today and survive the day using only one big toe.

Five more grueling tasks, even more demanding than swinging on a swing, awaited him.

Even if you let Ultraman do this, he'd have to give you a red light!

They've left him absolutely no way out?

Jiangcheng City, Public Security Bureau.

For some reason, even after confirming that no one had called the police, Ang Lee's heart still felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock, and he was filled with unease.

Beep beep beep~~~

The ringtone of his cell phone in his pocket instantly caught his attention.

"Director Zhang on the phone? Why would he call me at this hour?"

There was a hint of suspicion in Ang Lee's tone.

Moreover, a feeling of unease grew stronger in his heart.

Please, please make sure nothing goes wrong!