[How Can We Keep Losing]
In the second round, the Blue Team had a good six-meter lead over the Red Team, but due to Fu Fei causing the collective team wipeout, the Blue Team unexpectedly lost.
The host laughed for quite a while on the side. After all five members of the Blue Team had gotten up, she walked forward and said: “Congratulations to the Red Team for winning the Fun Relay Race! Now, would the Blue Team and the two guests who bet on them please stand in the punishment area to receive your punishment.”
All seven people came to the punishment area together.
Cheng Kangle had an expression of extreme disappointment: “With such a big lead, how could you still lose? Xiao Fei, are you an undercover agent sent by the Red Team?”
Fu Fei hurriedly shook his head: “No, no.”
Mo Xun smiled to smooth things over: “Xiao Fei was probably too nervous and his foot slipped. Teacher Cheng, why don’t you continue to draw the punishment slip?”
Cheng Kangle looked at the female guest beside him: “Jiajia, why don’t you draw one?”
The female guest didn’t hesitate, reaching into the box and drawing out a punishment slip.
[Please finish the dark cuisine prepared by the winning team]
The props team immediately pushed a cooking station to the scene, with seven small empty bowls on it, as well as a variety of condiment bottles, chili peppers, vegetables, cookies, bread, and other foods.
The host: “Will the Red Team guests please come forward and prepare simplified dark cuisine for the Blue Team. You can add anything you like!”
The five members of the Red Team immediately came over and gathered around the cooking station to discuss.
Cameras embedded in the cooking station recorded their food preparation process.
“Add more chili peppers, make a chili-stuffed pancake.”
“The green one is wasabi… I want to make wasabi ice cream.”
“Sprinkle so much Sichuan pepper powder, hahaha!”
Those standing in the punishment area waited nervously for the dark cuisine.
A moment later, the food preparation was complete.
The cooking station was pushed to the center of the area, all seven small bowls filled with food—colorful and varied, some even black, looking quite frightening.
The host: “Please taste the cuisine prepared by the Red Team. You must finish it all.”
Eating dark cuisine is a common punishment measure in variety shows. The food should be clean, not causing stomach problems, but the taste will be quite extreme.
Mo Xun politely said: “The two teachers go first.”
The five consciously stood behind, letting the regular guests choose first.
Cheng Kangle made many exaggerated gestures in front of the camera, finally picking half a red pancake. After taking a bite, he wiped tears while cursing: “Spicy, spicy, spicy! It’s killing me with spiciness. Who made this?”
Guest Xu Jia picked a small piece of steamed bun, frowning as she bit into it, then said with a mixture of laughter and tears: “It’s covered in pepper powder and sprinkled with a handful of salt inside. Oh my goodness!”
The Red Team burst into laughter.
Tang Che stepped forward voluntarily, picking a pancake stuffed with chili peppers, and ate it without changing his expression.
Everyone: “…”
Cheng Kangle looked back at him: “It’s stuffed with chili peppers. Aren’t you feeling the heat?”
Tang Che calmly said: “It’s fine. I can handle spicy food.”
Cheng Kangle gave him a thumbs up.
Tan Junwen picked a bowl of juice with a strange color. After taking a sip, his facial features immediately scrunched up. He pinched his nose and simply gulped it down in one go, then squatted on the spot covering his face, his teeth nearly dissolved from the sourness.
Fu Fei took a sandwich which surprisingly had bitter gourd inside. After taking a bite, he almost spat it out on the spot from the bitterness.
Fang Yinnian picked up a small bowl containing ice cream mixed with some strange… jam or seasoning?
He took a spoonful, then quickly put the ice cream down and turned his head to start frantically wiping tears.
Cheng Kangle laughed beside him: “Hahaha, they mixed in wasabi, right?”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
To finish quickly, he had just taken a very large spoonful.
As a result, the stimulating wasabi flavor shot straight from his nasal cavity to his forehead, and he couldn’t hold back his tears. Fang Yinnian was absolutely speechless—
The amount of wasabi he ate today far exceeded the total he had eaten in the past eighteen years. How much did they add?!
The opposing guests were truly merciless; this dark cuisine was too dark.
Seeing his non-stop tears, Mo Xun walked over with a smile and patted his shoulder: “Are you okay? Did you get wasabi?”
Fang Yinnian pinched his nose desperately: “Too much wasabi, my nose is really uncomfortable.”
Mo Xun asked: “Can you still eat it? According to the rules, you have to finish it.”
Fang Yinnian’s eyes turned red from wiping tears.
He rarely ate wasabi normally. He was really unlucky this time, ending up with wasabi ice cream—he would have been better off with Tang Che’s chili-stuffed pancake or Xiao Fei’s bitter gourd sandwich!
There was still more than half a bowl left. What should he do?
While Fang Yinnian was hesitating, Mo Xun decisively said: “Let’s switch. I’ll eat your portion—I can handle wasabi.”
Fang Yinnian asked: “What’s your portion?”
Mo Xun said: “Yogurt with lots of Sichuan pepper powder sprinkled on it.”
Fang Yinnian: “…”
Not much better. But at least for Fang Yinnian, Sichuan pepper was slightly more tolerable than wasabi.
The punishment segment didn’t specify who had to eat which portion, so the two quietly swapped food items and quickly finished them with their spoons.
Posts on a certain forum began to explode—
“Oh my god, they’re swapping food?”
“Mo Xun is directly using Yinnian’s spoon to eat ice cream, and Yinnian is also using Mo Xun’s spoon to eat yogurt, completely unbothered…”
“Isn’t this an indirect kiss?!”
“Holy crap!”
“Is this CP deliberately selling themselves? They’re selling it so hard I’m a bit scared~”
“I feel like they’re just clueless and didn’t even realize whose spoon they were using?”
“Everyone ship them with me~”
“Even artificial sweetener is still sweet—they’re so sweet together.”
In reality, Fang Yinnian and Mo Xun were completely unaware of this.
Since the spoons for the ice cream and yogurt were already in the bowls, after they swapped, they naturally picked up each other’s bowls and continued eating the dark cuisine.
According to the program rules, the dark cuisine in the punishment segment had to be finished.
Their teammates had all finished eating with bitter expressions, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and finish what was in their bowls.
After finishing, the props team thoughtfully provided several bottles of mineral water, and the guests hurriedly drank to rinse their mouths.
Fang Yinnian’s mouth was almost numb from the Sichuan pepper, while Mo Xun had shed quite a few tears after consuming a bowl of wasabi.
Only Tang Che remained the most composed. Eating chili peppers was his favorite—he even complained that the opposing guests hadn’t added enough chili.
After the punishment segment ended, the host directed everyone back to their positions: “Next is today’s final round of games—Blindfolded Battle.”
The five members of FTM encouraged each other, all wanting to win the last round. If they lost all three rounds, they would have no excuses!
The host began explaining the rules: “For the Blindfolded Battle segment, all 10 guests need to wear black eye masks and hold inflatable hammers to hit the scoring boards on the backs of the opposing guests. Everyone can relax—the inflatable hammers don’t hurt at all when they hit someone.”
“Each time you hit an opponent, you get 1 point.”
“Each time you hit a teammate, you lose 1 point.”
“The game lasts for 10 minutes. At the end, we’ll tally the scores of both teams, and the team with the higher score wins.”
“Please bring out the props!”
The props team gave each person a small vest with an electronic scoreboard on the back that would make a sound when hit by an inflatable hammer. The Blue Team wore blue vests, and the Red Team wore red vests. The hammers were also color-coded red and blue.
The computer system connected to the scoreboards would calculate points in real-time. When a blue hammer hit a red scoreboard, it meant hitting an enemy, earning 1 point. When a blue hammer hit a blue scoreboard, it meant hitting a teammate, losing 1 point. The same applied in reverse.
The difficulty of the game lay in being “blindfolded”—unable to see clearly with the eye mask on, players might accidentally hit their teammates.
The host emphasized: “During the game, you cannot speak or give hints to teammates, otherwise it’s considered a foul and the referee will ask you to leave the field. Is everyone clear?”
The guests shouted in unison: “Clear!”
The host: “Then, betting for today’s final round is about to begin. Will the three regular guests place their bets, and friends in the livestream can also vote on the official Weibo to guess this round’s winner.”
Cheng Kangle couldn’t help saying: “I’ll bet on the Red Team this time. I feel like the Blue Team has lost twice today, possibly because of my jinxing, so I’ll let you off the hook.”
Mo Xun made a gesture of clasping his hands together: “Thank you, senior, for sparing us.”
Laughter erupted throughout the venue.
The other two guests both bet on the Blue Team this time.
They said: “I don’t believe the Blue Team will go 0-3. Aren’t they a group? They should be able to win at least once.”
“That’s right. Blue Team, do your best in the third round!”
The five quickly bowed to the guests: “We’ll do our best!”
The host said: “Betting has ended, and the results of the third round of online voting are… 60% of viewers support the Blue Team?”
She paused, then suddenly said excitedly: “Our program’s viewership is continuously rising. The third round of Weibo voting reached 360,000 participants, doubling compared to the first round!”
The director was also surprised.
Normally, the “Red-Blue Competition” show’s viewership followed a downward trend—the third round would definitely have fewer viewers than the first round because if the first round wasn’t interesting, most viewers would leave and not continue watching.
Today’s viewership was actually… skyrocketing unexpectedly?
What was going on?!
The host smiled and said: “Please everyone come to the game area.”
The Blindfolded Battle game area was surrounded by foam barriers, with foam padding on the floor as well—the safety measures were very thorough.
Everyone cooperatively stood in a circle around the venue and put on their blindfolds together.
After putting on the 100% light-blocking eye masks, everything went completely dark.
The host: “Everyone please get ready—3, 2, 1, game start!”
The countdown began on the big screen, and the guests immediately rushed to the center of the field, swinging their inflatable hammers and trying to find people by feel.
Since during the preparation phase everyone stood around the perimeter of the field without being clearly divided by team positions, at the start of the game, no one could distinguish whether nearby people were friends or foes.
They could only rely on their instincts.
Viewers with the god’s-eye perspective could see that the scene had become complete chaos!
Tan Junwen, Fu Fei, and Tang Che had all found enemies from the opposite side and were engaged in a melee with a group of Red Team guests.
Fang Yinnian was holding his hammer looking for people, but before he could find anyone, he heard his own scoreboard being hit with a “thump” from behind.
The scoreboard was made of special material, making the sound when hit very clear. Of course, the inflatable hammer had little force and didn’t hurt at all.
Well now, coming to hit me so quickly?
Fang Yinnian, blindfolded, turned around nimbly and swung his hammer in the direction the force had come from.
Thump!
A clear sound of hitting a scoreboard.
Fang Yinnian was delighted: Got you! Come give me more points!
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