In the next second, Ji Xiaoheng suddenly clasped her back with his hand, gently grabbed the clothes on her back, and began to roll forward with her.

Seeing this, Xiao Fubao was not to be outdone, and rolled forward with his speed.

And the tacit understanding is full, and it has been rolling in a straight line.

On the other hand, other groups are not so tacit.

Xiao Yu'er and the special guests rolled in a decent manner, although they were not crooked, but the speed was extremely slow.

The group of little padded jackets and little sheep rolled and leaned, and ran to the road of Little Fubao and them.

Fortunately, Xiao Fubao and they rolled faster, otherwise they would definitely collide.

In addition, Lu Zhiyang has a bad heart and can't do too intense exercise.

Adults have forbidden him to do sports since he was a child, and he writes and draws at home all day long, and his physical strength naturally can't keep up.

It didn't take a few laps to catch his breath.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaoxi immediately applied to the village chief to withdraw.

Originally, he just planned to let the little sheep go up and play casually, and it would be difficult to explain if he got sick and went back.

The village chief also knew about the situation of the little sheep, and he was afraid that there would be an accident in the live broadcast, so he agreed.

[What?] Isn't this a drag on Song Nanchen's family? If you can't, just say it right from the start! Why do you have to wait until halfway through to apply and say no? 】

[That's it! People's little padded jackets also want to win, okay? 】

[If you have a bad heart, you can't participate? What's the idea? Should you stay at home and not be allowed anywhere or participate if you have a bad heart? Our little sheep's heart disease is born, and he didn't think about it, so isn't he worthy of participating in the game? What kind of psychology are they? 】

Lu Zhaoxi's live broadcast room was noisy.

He didn't think about it that much, pulled Lu Zhiyang's arm and squatted in front of him and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

"I'm fine."

Lu Zhiyang glanced at the little Fubao who was struggling to roll towards the starting point, "hummed", and muttered in a small voice: "Childish." ”

Who would have thought that this sentence happened to be heard by Sang Wanzhou.

He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Huh." ”

Lu Zhiyang was startled, raised his head to look at Shangsang Wanzhou with a slight hint of hostility, and then plucked up the courage to stare back at him.

One big and one small, in front of the camera, you stare at me and I stare at you, it's really funny.

[Hahahaha, two naïve ghosts! Sang Wanzhou, you are not naïve! Where's your cold image?! Why are you staring at a seven-year-old here? Is this still you? 】

[Why is this picture inexplicably a little joyful? Feel like the future brother-in-law is looking at his brother-in-law? 】

[Hahahaha, the brain hole upstairs is really not too big, so young to start brother-in-law, brother-in-law? ] Have you asked our little Fubao? 】

At the end of the game, it was naturally Ji Xiaoheng and Xiao Fubao who won the final victory.

Ji Xiaoheng quickly got up from Xiao Fubao and walked to the side, hiding the discomfort in his eyes.

Xiao Fubao sat up out of breath tired, waved his little hand at Sang Wanzhou, and shouted loudly at him: "Brother! We are number one! ”

Her voice penetrated the air of twenty meters and went straight into Sang Wanzhou's ears.

For some reason, Sang Wanzhou was in an inexplicable good mood, the corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised, and he raised his chin to a few people like a show-off, as if to say: I'm really sorry everyone, my cub is so strong, I take the first place every time, and I have no choice but to accept you.

Everyone: "...... "Why do I have an urge to beat him?"