Zhang Ye glanced at the stage where Lou and Xuzhou were, Lou seemed a bit guilty, his eyes shifted around, not daring to meet Zhang Ye's gaze. Suddenly, Zhang Ye said, "I've figured it out. From now on, I'll prepare banana peels, rotten eggs, and spoiled vegetable leaves for you."
Lou: "…"
Zhang Ye turned and left.
On stage.
Only Lou and Xuzhou were left.
The two stood facing each other with weapons.
Xuzhou furrowed his brows and said, "Lou, how many watermelon rinds do you have left?"
Lou: "…"
The audience burst into laughter.
Lou's mouth twitched, looking at everyone, he said solemnly, "I must explain that the watermelon rind I threw earlier wasn't intentional. I just couldn't find a suitable tool in the heat of the moment to stop Zhang Ye from advancing, so I randomly tossed a watermelon rind."
The observing students said:
"You're lying."
"Who keeps a watermelon rind in their Space Button for no reason?"
"Exactly."
"No normal person would toss watermelon rind."
