"Okay, then our first round of game ends!" As soon as mc finished speaking, the backstage staff brought another turntable, "This turntable contains many classic punishment methods in our program before. Now we invite the winner, that is, our Red Team, to turn this turntable and choose the penalty project of this round of game!"

Fans in the audience called Xia Xiqing's name, and Yang Bo also started to cheer, holding the microphone and shouting, "Xi Qing, Xi Qing, Xi Qing..."

Xia Xiqing glanced at the blue team and saw Zhou Ziheng standing by the punishment turntable, nodding in a gentlemanly manner, like a prince.

"I don't know how lucky I am?"

"As long as you are better than Ziheng, you'll be better."

“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”

Xia Xiqing walked to the turntable with a smile, grabbed the edge and turned it hard. The turntable turned quickly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the fixed pointer.

The rotation of the punishment plate gradually slowed down, the pointer pointed to the orange and pink fan-shaped partitions, swaying up and down, the orange wrote [Touch the Horror Box], and the pink wrote [Sharp Pressure Board Back Man], and the fans in the audience became more and more voices, "Sharp Pressure Board! Sharp Pressure Board! Sharp Pressure Board!"

The orange area is constantly approaching the pointer.

"I think it's a horror box!"

"I think too!"

Song Nian frowned, "I don't even have these two punishments."

Just when everyone thought the pointer must be pointing to the orange area, the turntable echoed again and finally stopped in the pink fan area, and fans immediately started to cheer.

"Ah!! Acupressure plate!"

"Yeah!! That's great!!"

The worker took the turntable away, and jokingly said, "I think the best part of this show is on the turntable." A burst of laughter from the audience, and the worker took the stage again and spread the acupressure plate three meters wide and ten meters long on the stage.

"The punishment for the acupressure plate is simple. Within a limited time of one minute, the party who loses the game will carry the winner and walk over the acupressure plate. The schedule must obey the winner's instructions until the end of three minutes."

Another holder smiled and said, "To put it simply, in this minute, the winner can ask the loser to do anything with him, such as turning around, stance, etc."

The fans in the audience got up after listening to the commentary, thinking about Zhou Ziheng’s picture of Xia Xiqing carrying, screaming one by one. Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and asked, “Ask a question.”

MC spoke immediately, "Ziheng said."

"Since the punishment project has been decided, can I complete the punishment for my partner?" Zhou Ziheng had too many expressions on his face, but he said seriously, "She can't even carry the two boys in the Red Team, I'll carry it."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Zhou Ziheng's fans were even more excited next stage. Xia Xiqing said everything, he had expected that Zhou Ziheng was a decent and good man, emitting the angel light all over his body.

"That's better," Xia Xiqing also raised his hand, and Yang Bo handed the microphone to his mouth, "We'll punish you once." Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng, "Just think that Song Nian has cared me, I won't go."

The self-study girl from the audience immediately had an objection after hearing this.

"Can't!"

“No, no!”

"Zhou Ziheng carries Xia Xiqing!"

The public opinion is really terrible. The tide seems to have overwhelmed the guests on the court. Even the hosts began to comfort them, "Okay, okay, Xi Qing just made a suggestion, I'm afraid that I'll work too hard."

Yang Bo was a clever person. Seeing the audience's voices so loudly, he immediately followed the boat and gave a step. "Why would you better recite Xiqing by me? Xiqing is gentler, and my neck has twisted recently," he immediately supported his neck, "I'm afraid I won't be heartbroken when I'm punishing me later."

As soon as the fans finished speaking, they had time to shout, so Zhou Ziheng picked up the microphone directly, "Okay."

The host smiled and said, "I promised too quickly, Ziheng."

Another joked, "Ziheng might be waiting here."

Zhou Ziheng took off his windbreaker jacket and leather shoes, wore a white short-sleeved shirt and squatted in front of the finger press. He looked up at Xia Xiqing and raised his chin, giving a look. Xia Xiqing smiled and walked behind him, "If I had known I would have eaten two more bowls of rice on the festival."

“Is it time to gain weight now?”

Under the crazy screaming of the audience, Xia Xiqing lay on Zhou Ziheng's back. After finishing the filming, Zhou Ziheng's fitness returned to his previous state. He carried him effortlessly, and he was quite deliberately confused.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Study yourself!!"

"Oh my God, the girl has been studying today! I'll give it to me!!"

The host handed the microphone to Xia Xiqing and instructed, "Xi Qing holds the command power in these three minutes now. Xi Qing said that he must do it now!"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, and Xia Xiqing handed the microphone from behind to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "Do you still want to say it?"

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, Xia Xiqing took the microphone back. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhou Ziheng say in a voice, "Hug it tighter."

A beat of heartbeat.

When he realized it, Zhou Ziheng had already walked onto the acupressure board with him on his back. From then on, the host and the guest started to joke.

"Look at how Zi Heng's faces are twisted together."

"Ziheng is so miserable hahahaha."

It was already painful enough to step on the acupressure plate, not to mention that Zhou Ziheng was carrying one on his back, and the soles of his feet were numb and painful. He just walked up and screamed several times. Xia Xiqing felt distressed and funny, holding the microphone, "Do you have to walk for a minute?"

"right!"

"Xi Qing, please let Ziheng carry you to squat." Yang Bo was thinking next to him.

"Or it's also like going around!"

"Yes! Turn around!"

Somehow, fans were all interested in the proposal of turning around in the back.

"Then let's turn around." Xia Xiqing felt that he had finished the variety show to satisfy the self-study girl. He smiled and said to Zhou Ziheng, "You just turn around for ten times and then walk past the acupressure board as soon as possible."

But Zhou Ziheng was tall, and the worst thing from  to  was balance. He turned on the finger plate with Xia Xiqing on his back and started to shake after three rounds. Xia Xiqing was so scared that he hugged his neck and shouted, "No, Zhou Ziheng, why did you start to faint after three rounds?"

The fans in the audience were laughing. The host joked, "It seems that I will have to go on more variety shows in the future, otherwise I won't know that it's because of Heng's fatal point, but it's just a circle."

"Five circles—"

Zhou Ziheng felt that he was dizzy. Instinctively, he had to hug Xia Xiqing's legs tightly, for fear that he would unconsciously let go of his hand when he lost his direction and threw him on the finger press.

"Six circles—"

"Seven Circles--"

Zhou Ziheng's body was shaking harder and harder. Xia Xiqing was a little anxious and said with a microphone, "Or it's eight circles, it's OK." But Zhou Ziheng was so stubborn that he stopped.

"eight--"

"Nine--"

"Ten!" The host said, "Okay, okay, go by quickly!"

As soon as he stopped, Zhou Ziheng's legs began to become weak, and his eyes were full of Venus and could not tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. He thought to walk forward, but his feet were not in control, and he ran into the place where the host and the guest stood.

"Hey hey hey Ziheng!"

"Hold him! Hurry up!"

Xia Xiqing broke free from him directly. Although he also turned around, dizziness was not strong. He was the first to help Zhou Ziheng. With this help, Zhou Ziheng tilted his body into Xia Xiqing's arms and pressed his head against his chest. Xia Xiqing could not stand Zhou Ziheng's physique. He was suddenly pushed to the ground and pressed under him.

At the beginning, I thought it was just a normal acupressure punishment, but the ending was so exciting that the fans in the audience shouted as if they were watching the bed scene.

"Oh my God! Hengheng is awesome! He threw himself down!"

“It’s so exciting!”

Xia Xiqing was suppressed by him, and it was not until a few laughed bent over and the host and the guest stepped forward to pull Zhou Ziheng up, and Xia Xiqing finally got relieved.

The host held his laughter and took the microphone to stand up and hold his waist. Xia Xiqing, "Does Xiqing think of this punishment?"

Xia Xiqing smiled bitterly and said, "I really deserve it myself." I originally thought that this sentence was "I'm squeezing again, but who knew that the fans started screaming again. Xia Xiqing then realized that she said "I'm not good," but she mentioned the word "其其" and this would not allow these CP fans to go to heaven.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the ground and took a long time to recover. As soon as he stood up, he stood quietly behind and walked quietly with the house, until he passed by the two guests and walked quietly to the side of Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing turned around and saw him, smiling and said, "Okay?"

"Yes." Zhou Ziheng felt a little embarrassed and laughed.

Both of them had microphones in their hands, and Xia Xiqing lowered his voice and said, "You just deliberately did it."

Zhou Ziheng's mouth curled up, his eyes curled into two crescent moons, and he didn't say a word.

A new round of game begins, and four mcs also join the game together to reshuffle the deck and team up.

The program ended when four were recorded, and the fans remained popular. At the end of the recording, the screen played the pilot promotional video of "Tracing". There were not many shots in the film, and the part was the production of behind-the-scenes and shooting scene.

When the scene was played in the play Jiang Tong was pressed against the wall by Gao Kun, and his face was pressed against his knife against his throat, the scene was boiling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Oh my God, this tension!"

The host immediately struck while the iron was hot, "Let's pay more attention to "Stalking". You must go to the theater on December 1st!"

Several guests also promoted the promotion together. The self-study CP is too popular, and fans control the entire scene. The drama really has something to do with Zhou Ziheng, Song Nian is cold. Except for being cueed by the host, how can they talk to the scene?

The recording was about to end, and the fans in the audience put up a banner of "Happy Zhou Ziheng's 21st birthday". The hostess in this program have been mixed in many ways in the circle. They were originally talented. Seeing that the fans were so enthusiastic, the hostess immediately went with the flow and sold their personal life. "By the way, the day after tomorrow it will be our Ziheng's birthday. Let's celebrate with our family." After the fans sang happily, the recording of the program finally came to an end.

As soon as he got off the stage, Xia Xiqing received a call from Xi Hui. It was probably the opening of the art museum. He made a gesture to Zhou Ziheng and left the army, found a quiet corner of the stairs to make a call. The other guests entered the lounge and prepared to get off work. As soon as Zhou Ziheng entered the lounge, he asked Luo to bring some cakes and milk tea that had been prepared before.

"After recording for so long, he must be hungry." Zhou Ziheng sat on the sofa, about to cover the milk tea, but a knock on the door came from outside. Luo went to open the door. When he saw the person outside the door, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Ziheng..."

"Sorry, I'm disturbing." Song Nian walked in alone. Zhou Ziheng looked at him and stood up from the sofa. The matter was a stalemate before, but Song Nian was a girl after all, and Zhou Ziheng still retained some demeanor, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes." Song Nian came uninvited, and was so worried. She sat directly on the sofa opposite, glanced at Luo standing by the door, turned her face and said to Zhou Ziheng, "I want to talk to you alone in something."
To be continued...