Chapter 622: But Bai Lu

"Hahahahaha, 'Old Altar Pickled Cabbage'?! After hearing this, I laughed so hard snot bubbles came out."

"Pfft! Why am I a little hungry after hearing 'Old Altar Pickled Cabbage'?"

"I remembered that news from before again, about the workers at Kangshuaifu stepping on pickled cabbage with their bare feet. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous."

"What if it was Da Da Mi Mi stepping on the pickled cabbage?"

"Holy crap, buddy, you're a pervert! However, thinking about it carefully, this plan could indeed be researched."

"Open your perspective. Don't talk about Da Da Mi Mi; Liu Yifei and Gao Yuanyuan stepping on them—actually, that's not impossible."

"Holy cow! You guys have heavy tastes! Did you really poke a dog's anus and play 'thousand-year kill' in private?"

"To be honest, watching Lin Yu tease Da Da Mi Mi, why do I want to ship them? They look like a perfect match."

"......"

In the camera shot,

Yang Mi's blood pressure soared after hearing "Old Altar Pickled Cabbage," and her pretty face showed a hint of crimson.

Can't we get past this hurdle?

Lin Yu, this jerk, has to execute her in public.

A lie might be taken as a joke, but it can't withstand the "three people make a tiger" effect. Old Altar Pickled Cabbage! This even created an adjective and a visual sense.

This kid is really asking for a beating.

Don't be angry, don't be angry!

After the recording is over, she must stuff her foot into Lin Yu's mouth.

Let him see if her feet are stinky or not!

"Lin Yu, you don't understand. Scientific research shows that girls' feet are sour due to physiological factors, mental tension, or eating spicy food, leading to poor metabolism, which is different from you boys."

Yang Mi calmed her mood and argued with reason.

In this situation, the angrier you are, the less you can be anxious, otherwise you'll mess up your own footing.

This not only popularizes knowledge and shows personal stature and breadth of mind, but also turns all disadvantages into advantages—this is the best strategy!

Hearing Yang Mi's words, Da Zhangwei, Huang Minghao, Zhang Yixing, and Peng Peng nodded frequently.

They couldn't help but sigh inwardly and secretly praise Yang Mi's on-the-spot adaptability.

As expected of the head of the four little flowers of domestic entertainment.

This adaptability is too strong. No wonder so many female artists failed in their confrontation with capital, and only Yang Mi, Boss Yang, could survive to the end. There are traces to follow.

"Current heart rate: 100."

Seeing the heart rate slowly drop, Yang Mi let out a long breath.

However, the next moment,

"But in our *Keep Running* team, Bai Lu's feet are fragrant."

Lin Yu raised the corner of his mouth and snapped his fingers with a smile.

!!!

Boom!

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions and postures froze, as if they had turned to stone.

【Shock +1 Shock +1 Shock +1】

【Shock +1 Shock +1 Shock +1】

And Yang Mi was struck by lightning, stunned on the spot.

Although her body didn't move, her heart was churning, and her eyes gradually became sharp.

"Holy crap! Sister Mi seems to have turned red."

Peng Peng was so scared he couldn't help but curse.

Da Zhangwei, Huang Minghao, and Zhang Yixing were also forced back several steps by the thick murderous aura and death pressure.

"Hehehe."

"Good, good, good!"

"My feet are stinky, and Bai Lu's feet are fragrant, right?"

Yang Mi smiled mockingly, staring fixedly at Lin Yu.

"Ding."

"Detected heart rate has reached 110."

"Heart rate has reached 120."

"Heart rate has reached 130."

"Heart rate has reached 140."

In the end, Yang Mi's heart rate settled at 147.

Lin Yu didn't expect this sentence to have such great power.

If he had said anything else, Yang Mi might not have reacted so strongly, but love is deep, and hate is deep.

Hearing the comparison with Bai Lu from Lin Yu's mouth, she couldn't hold it in anymore; she exploded, her mentality collapsed!

"Sister Mi, don't be impulsive. Didn't you say that any means can be used as long as the heart rate reaches 120?"

"I'll clarify for everyone: Sister Mi's feet aren't stinky, they're super fragrant."

Seeing Yang Mi's blade-like eyes, Lin Yu immediately admitted defeat, focusing on his survival instinct.

"Hehe!"

"It's fine, I'm not angry."

"Director He, turn off the camera and go to a commercial break!"

Yang Mi's eyebrows curved, the corners of her mouth turned up, smiling instead of being angry. But anyone could see that this monstrous anger hadn't dissipated at all.

"Don't~ Director, let's quickly move to the next segment."

"Sister Mi is going to kill me, help!"

Lin Yu frowned and ran away, not forgetting to shout loudly at the camera.

"Sister Mi, be safe, don't chase me."

"Brother Yu, run faster, otherwise it'll really become a secret room murder case."

Da Zhangwei and Huang Minghao were on the side, seemingly persuading but actually fanning the flames, with faces full of gossip, laughing until they were bent over.

"A sip of Mirinda, inspiration explodes! Let's start a new journey of secret room escape with Xiao Mei!"