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Inside the living room of the villa.
In the fra, there were only four guests. Outside the
fra, it was packed with photographers, people helping with equipnt, and Yu Nagasawa along with other directors responsible for different content were all gathered there.
"In the first round of competition, we have determined the winners and losers," Yu Nagasawa went straight to the point. "First, we will announce the guest group that finished in last place in this competition."
"That would be Mr. Taro Hanyu!" Yu Nagasawa dragged out her voice, finally announcing the na.
Taro Hanyu had long prepared for being in last place. The task card he drew, he truly couldn’t do. How could he play the piano? He couldn’t even read sheet music. This round was definitely a freebie for the other teams. Last place was perfectly normal. As expected.
"Any thoughts?" Yu Nagasawa asked.
"No thoughts really, I just feel very sorry for Hiyori. I feel like she was dragged down by ," Taro Hanyu said with considerable distress. "It’s also my bad luck that I drew this task card; it’s hard to even try."
"There’s a threshold for learning piano, right? In one day, I probably wouldn’t be able to learn to play ’Croatian Rhapsody.’ You guys giving this task is just trying to make things difficult for ."
"However, a bet’s a bet, and I’ll accept the punishnt. Hiyori will have to bear with and rest in the living room. As for the punishnt of drinking the dark concoction,"
Taro Hanyu thought of the dark, bubbling drink.
He took a deep breath. He actually wanted to say, "Please, Hiyori-chan, please drink my share too," but on second thought, that would be too beastly. "Since I dragged Hiyor idown to the unlucky living room with , I’ll bear this punishnt myself. It’s just a dark drink, isn’t it? Besides being disgusting, it’s not like it can kill , right?"
Taro Hanyu had a tragic sense of "the wind is sighing, the Yi River is cold." He really didn’t want to drink that monstrous concoction. But since he had already agreed to be on the show, there was no way to escape. He had to grit his teeth and drink that dark beverage.
"Alright then, we won’t announce the third and second place rankings for now."
"First, may I present Hanyu-kun, to sample our special beverage." Yu Nagasawa gestured, and a staff mber quickly jogged up, presenting three different containers.
An oval, barrel-like large container, a glass stemware dium container, and a tiny container the size of a bottle cap.
Then the staff mber who ran up dragged a large bottle of freshly brewed dark beverage and poured it vigorously into the oval, barrel-like large container.
"Hanyu-kun, please enjoy," Yu Nagasawa pointed to the giant container filled with the strange beverage, saying calmly.
"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to kill soone?" Taro Hanyu was not only a Go player but also a hobody, so his speaking style was very much like that of an ordinary hobody. To be honest, most Go players have so hobody traits. Especially modern Go players, their hobody traits are even more severe.
Because apart from world-class offline tournants where they can compete with high-level Go players and refine their skills, opponents encountered in amateur gas are not very interesting. To encounter strong opponents, they have to log onto the internet, where there are specialized online Go platforms for professional players.
Taro Hanyu loved playing against Go players from various countries on online platforms. Spending all day at ho with a computer, besides playing Go, he’d definitely play gas and watch ani, which gave Taro Hanyu many down-to-earth personality traits.
The production team found him because they wanted a segnt of hobody viewers to feel a sense of identification. Renz, at this point, felt like complaining. Although he was a hobody, he had a special skill; he wasn’t a useless hobody. Moreover, his Go skills ca from a prestigious background, and he had a real wife.
As fellow hobodies, they weren’t ordinary people. How could there be a sense of identification, unless you gave every hobody watching the show a wife?
At this mont, Taro Hanyu approached the elliptical, giant barrel-shaped container, taking a step, then stopping, gently leaning in, and taking a sniff. His entire facial expression went numb. This wasn’t just a painful expression anymore. The painful expression had evolved into a twisted mask of insane tornt.
Taro Hanyu slled that pungent, cool flavor that directly rushed into his brain. His eyes closed, and his mouth and nose scrunched together, reaching the extre of facial expressions.
"If I drink this, I’ll die, won’t I?"
"I’m definitely going to die!" Taro Hanyu shouted. "Please,
Hiyori-chan, please share half of the pain with , okay?"
His previous brave words were completely gone. He even dragged Hiyori Hanyu into it.
A vein popped out on Hiyori Hanyu’s forehead. Taro Hanyu was truly on a path of self-destruction, going straight ahead without looking back.
"I refuse!" Hiyori Hanyu ford an ’X’ with her hands,
rejecting Taro Hanyu’s request.
"Then please, Hiyori-chan, after I finish this, give an urgent call for an ambulance," Taro Hanyu gasped, holding his breath. He picked up the barrel and chugged it into his mouth.
The dark, viscous, disgusting liquid surged into Taro Hanyu’s mouth. The extrely thick liquid, with the cool scent of mint, began to invade Taro Hanyu’s brain.
Bitter.
Astringent.
Sour.
Numb.
A strange, weird traditional Chinese dicine taste, also with a faint, unknown sweetness. This sweetness was very cloying and disgusting.
Among the chaotic flavors, the most unexpected was sweetness. Because in such a jumbled taste, the sudden appearance of sweetness was definitely not what you wanted, not the usual sweetness of sugar. It was a very strange sweetness, synthesized and differentiated in an
unknown way.
After drinking.
Taro Hanyu’s face showed a silently contorted
expression, as if after drinking, he was a little stunned.
Without a word, he rushed towards the villa’s bathroom.
He needed to rinse his mouth. He needed to drink tap water to wash away that disgusting taste.
Taro Hanyu’s reaction directly "scared" the other groups.
"What is this thing made of?" Renz, from a chef’s perspective, touched the substance and asked.
"It uses many healthy ingredients, but when combined, the taste becos very unpleasant," Yu Nagasawa gave no direct answer, not revealing the specific recipe, but instead played a guessing ga with Renz.
Renz looked at Taro Hanyu’s expression and actually beca more curious about the taste, rather than being scared. It was very strange.
So.
Renz made a move that no one had anticipated. Since there were two stemd glasses on the table, Renz poured half a glass of the dark drink from its container into one of the stemd glasses. He didn’t choose to use a bottle cap for a taste test. Because it would be too little to really taste anything. Half a stemd glass was just enough to savor so of the flavor.
Under everyone’s gaze.
Renz, without receiving any punishnt, poured this dark drink down his throat. His expression didn’t change in the slightest. He maintained a contemplative look throughout.
At this point.
Everyone else was dumbfounded.
Are you the actual Fuji Syusuke from Prince of Tennis?
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