Chapter 102 - Hormones

Chapter 102: Chapter 99: HormonesAs Li Cheng showcased his phone, he didn’t forget to keep an eye on the TV screen. The barrage that floated by gave no hint that there was anything amiss with the photos of Asuka and Asuka Langley, while he lamented the hardships of his life. He received quite a few votes for it.

Watching the passing comments, Li Cheng raised an eyebrow. What do they mean, the era of space exploration was only a few years ago?

Also, after the nuclear war, EVA didn’t survive, but the "Fast and Furious" series of movies did? Or...

"Mr. Ant?"

Li Cheng’s reflection was interrupted by Little Red Riding Hood. She anxiously asked, "What talent should we display?"

With the assistance of the tuxedo, Leonardo’s piano skills were world-class, and Harley’s singing was no less impressive.

Both Will and Annie had good physical fitness and skilled control over their muscles. Even without any rehearsals, their dancing was faultless and nimble, their movements crisp, as if they were professional dancers.

Even Jin Huixing, armed with an easel and canvas, sketched the dancing pair in the ballroom—though unbeknownst to her what skill she used, her drawing was lifelike, and the votes were steadily increasing.

Should it be said that this was worthy of a deathmatch task? Each one of them had some merits.

"With Harley here as a singer, it would be unwise to choose singing again." Li Cheng whispered to Little Red Riding Hood, "What can you do?"

Little Red Riding Hood looked embarrassed, "Uh, I can make coffee and western-style omelettes, egg-wrapped rice... I think there are ingredients in the fridge."

Are you at a maid café?

Li Cheng looked baffled; he had indeed been taken by Han Letian to a maid café in Yin City before.

But whether it was the shop owner who had an eccentric thought process or the current social environment made it difficult to employ skilled workers, the maids there all spoke with a regional accent.

It’s not that regional accents are bad, but after that, Li Cheng no longer had any rosy fantasies about maid cafés...

"Coffee, egg-wrapped rice, let’s not do those."

Li Cheng rubbed his forehead, it’s not just about whether the audience would appreciate these talents, even if they did, they couldn’t choose them—everything was odd here, who knows what the organizers might have put in the fridge ingredients.

What if you end up with genetic mutations, growing three heads and six arms?

"Do the same as them, dance."

"But I can’t dance..." said Little Red Riding Hood apprehensively.

"No worries, I’ll lead you."

Li Cheng rolled up his sleeves, took Little Red Riding Hood’s hand, placed her left hand on his left shoulder, his gaze slowly drifting, his left hand around her back, their right hands clasped.

Experience Playing Method, activate.

His entire demeanor suddenly shifted, from languid and easy to elegant and serene. He was embodying the blind retired army officer from the movie "Scent of a Woman," played by Al Pacino.

Li Cheng led Little Red Riding Hood, dancing the tango to the music, their steps sometimes fast, sometimes slow, still then in motion, their posture graceful.

On another side of the living room, Will and Annie, also dancing, noticed the commotion and exchanged glances, ’Take them out?’

’Take them out.’

According to the rules, each viewer gets only one vote per round, and once cast, it cannot be changed.

Both pairs choosing to dance would inevitably split the votes between them.

Will and Annie’s eyes met, their looks tender, their steps subtly shifting towards the southeast direction.

Suddenly!

Annie spun rapidly, her red dress flaring up, covering a camera.

And in the blind spot of another camera, Will quietly produced a large syringe in his hand, silently stabbing towards Li Cheng’s back.

At this distance, it was too late to reach for the 170 Straight Blade. Li Cheng slightly popped the Mantis Arm Bone Blade from his arm, blocking the syringe’s needle.

He had anticipated Will’s interference, rolling up his sleeves was for this moment.

Bone Blade versus syringe, they clashed more than ten times in a flash of light.

As the red skirt slowly fell, Will quietly withdrew the syringe into his sleeve, naturally wrapping his arms around Annie.

Annie whispered in Will’s ear, "He’s just a Lv6 lone wolf player, and you couldn’t take him down?"

Will, feeling guilty, shook his numb arm slightly, muttering, "His physical condition is definitely not just Lv6, this guy must be from some major guild."

"There’s no excuse for failure. My turn."

Annie turned around, and in the interval of the song’s variation, like a waltz dance partner switch, she advanced towards Little Red Riding Hood.

This time Will strategically blocked the camera.

Clang!

Sharp claws emerged from Annie’s fingers, targeting Little Red Riding Hood’s arm.

She picked the time and angle meticulously, perfectly out of the camera’s view while Li Cheng was fully visible, making it inconvenient for him to intervene.

(If he attacks, Annie could retract her claws, adopt a pitiful victim look, and succeed in framing him again)

At the critical moment, Little Red Riding Hood swiftly crouched down, her hands covering her head, surrounded by a faint glow.