PDLP Chapter 130: A Bluster, Deng Chao Falls for It.
Chapter 130: A Bluster, Deng Chao Falls for It.
The ten-minute break is over.
Chen Yang clapped his hands.
"Round Two, let's begin."
"The rules remain the same: the yellow team will attack in the first half, and the red team will defend."
Deng Chao immediately pulled the red team together.
"Come on, let's discuss who goes first."
Chen He was the first to raise his hand.
"Me first!"
Deng Chao glanced at him.
"Are you sure? The first one is the most stressful."
"Nonsense, when has I, Genius He, ever backed down?"
Chen He patted his chest.
"Let's play the first game and see what they're capable of."
Deng nodded.
"Alright, let's play the second round."
He glanced at Baby and Wang Baoqiang.
"Baby in the third round, Baoqiang in the fourth round, and Stephen Chow as the last one."
Stephen Chow nodded beside him.
He didn't say anything.
the other side.
The five members of Team Yellow huddled together in a corner.
Shen Teng gathered the four people together and lowered his voice.
"We'll just put one ball in each round to trick them into using all their whistles."
He held up one finger, grinning mischievously.
"Once the whistle is worn out, the remaining balls... will be all in one go."
Chow Yun-fat tapped him with his folding fan.
"If there's just a ball in front of you, why should anyone brag about it?"
Shen Teng didn't respond.
He glanced at Chow Yun-fat, then at the folding fan in Chow Yun-fat's hand.
His gaze was meaningful.
Chow Yun-fat paused for half a second.
Then he laughed.
The folding fan twirled in his palm.
"Understood."
Andy Lau, Zheng Kai, and Li Chen looked at each other.
Although I didn't fully understand, I could tell from the exchange of glances between Chow Yun-fat and Shen Teng...
It doesn't seem like a good thing.
Shen Teng moved closer to the group, lowered his voice to the lowest level, and gestured a few times while covering his mouth with his hand.
I couldn't hear what was said.
But Zheng Kai's eyes lit up.
Li Chen's lips twitched, and he shook his head, but did not object.
Andy Lau smiled and sighed.
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
Chow Yun-fat closed his folding fan and draped it over his shoulder.
"Walk."
Tactics finalized.
Both teams took their positions.
……
Round 1.
Chen He, the goalkeeper for the Red Team, is in charge.
The staff handed over eye masks and headphones.
Chen He took it, took a deep breath, put on the blindfold, and put on the headphones.
The other four members of the red team also put on blindfolds and sat in chairs.
Deng Chao was blindfolded, his body stiff and taut.
The baby gripped the armrest of the chair.
Wang Baoqiang's ears twitched slightly, as if he were trying to catch something.
Stephen Chow remained motionless and expressionless.
"Timer begins!"
Chen Yang raised his hand.
The five members of the yellow team stood outside the five-meter line.
Shen Teng gave Hua Zai a wink and held up one finger.
Andy Lau nodded, bent down, and picked up a ball.
A gentle push.
The ball rolled along the rubber floor, making an extremely faint sound.
The ball slowly rolled into the goal from Chen He's left side.
then.
Gone.
The five members of the yellow team retreated to the five-meter line and remained motionless.
The rest of the time was spent simply waiting.
Chen He squatted in front of the goal, his head tilted to the left and then to the right.
He can't see or hear anything.
One minute.
It felt like a century.
"Time's up!"
Chen Yang's voice came through.
Chen He took off his headphones.
The blindfold is still on.
His mind was racing.
In the first round... the other side is definitely testing the waters.
Release the ball?
Or was it a ruse to trick me into blowing the whistle?
If it's an empty city strategy, I'll give up; it would mean losing a gold coin and wasting an opportunity.
Taking this risk in the first round?
not worth it.
Chen He gritted his teeth.
"No exaggeration."
Chen Yang glanced at the goal.
"There is a ball inside the goal, but the goalkeeper has not blown the whistle."
"Team Yellow scores one point."
Chen He pulled off his blindfold.
I saw a lone ball in the goal.
My lips twitched.
"Just one?"
Deng Chao took off his blindfold, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's nothing, just one point, a small matter."
Chen He nodded.
"Yes, it's only one point, it doesn't matter."
……
second round.
Deng was the gatekeeper.
Put on your gear and stand in front of the goal.
The four members of the red team put on their blindfolds and sat back down in their chairs.
"Timer begins!"
The yellow team made a move.
Andy Lau bent down, picked up a ball, and gently pushed it toward the goal.
The ball rolled in silently.
One.
enough.
then……
Shen Teng raised his chin, and Chong Fa and Andy Lau exchanged a glance.
The three of them started walking at the same time.
Chow Yun-fat walked to Deng Chao's right side, opened his folding fan, and pointed the fan at Deng Chao's neck.
Once, twice.
The cool breeze made Deng Chao's hair stand on end.
Shen Teng approached from the left, his two fingers aimed directly at Deng Chao's waist.
scratch.
Deng Chao's body suddenly shrank.
"Whoa! Who is it?!"
He was wearing headphones, so he couldn't hear how loud his own voice was.
But everyone in the audience heard it.
Andy Lau reached out and gently touched Deng Chao's shoulder from the front.
Deng Chao jumped up.
Shen Teng reached out again... this time to touch Deng Chao's small handbag.
Deng instinctively covered his bag.
"Here we go again! You're trying to steal again!"
He struggled frantically in the darkness, his body twisting and turning.
Chow Yun-fat was laughing happily beside him, continuing to poke with his folding fan.
Shen Teng took a step back, changed his angle, and reached into his pocket again.
Andy Lau cooperated by touching his arm from the front.
Deng was being harassed by three people in turns, and he was in a state of high tension.
He can't see or hear anything.
But his physical senses told him... someone was up to something.
Someone is touching him.
Someone was touching his bag.
Someone is scratching him.
Such a large-scale operation... they must be covering something up!
They're definitely secretly releasing the ball!
One minute later.
"Time's up!"
Deng took off his headphones.
The blindfold is still on.
His heart was pounding.
That last minute was pure hell.
He was touched, bumped, scratched, and poked by the three of them in turns.
With this kind of setup, it would be a disservice to the team not to throw in five, six, seven, or eight balls.
Deng Chao put the whistle into his mouth.
decisive.
"Beep—!"
Chen Yang glanced down at the goal.
"A ball inside the goal."
"The goalkeeper blew the whistle successfully, and the red team scores a point."
Deng Chao ripped off his blindfold.
A ball.
A lone ball.
His expression went from smug to confused to devastated in just 0.5 seconds.
"One...one?!"
Shen Teng stood outside the five-meter line, hands in his pockets, with a gentle smile.
"Brother Chao, you've worked hard."
Deng Chao pointed at him, his fingers trembling.
"Shen Teng! Did you do this on purpose?!"
"I didn't do anything."
Shen Teng shrugged.
"I only touched you twice."
Chow Yun-fat stood beside him, fanning himself with a folding fan, and smiled like a kind old man.
"Xiao Deng, I just fanned you to cool you down."
Deng Chao's face turned green.
He turned to look at the red team.
Chen He had already taken off his blindfold, and his face looked terrible.
"Brother Chao... we only have one chance left to blow the whistle."
Deng closed his eyes.
"I know."
He clenched his fists.
"They tricked me. They made such a big fuss over a single goal just so I would blow the whistle and waste the opportunity."