"We can't come in last!"
At these words, Zheng Pianpian disregarded her injuries and hastily picked up the sickle again.
But after all, she was injured, and her movements had slowed down.
Moreover, her stomach started to hurt for some reason.
Seeing that she was about to lose it, Zheng Pianpian's face turned the color of liver: "I can't hold it anymore, Ji, I need to use the bathroom. You keep cutting."
With that, she dropped the sickle and hurried off towards the latrine.
"Okay."
Ji Haichuan nodded.
Strangely enough, after that, Zheng Pianpian's stomachache persisted, and she kept going back and forth to the latrine.
Just when it seemed their team was about to come in first place, her frequent bathroom trips caused their group to end up in last place.
The audience immediately went crazy—
[Damn it, Zheng Pianpian actually went to the bathroom seven or eight times, what a slacker!]
