"Yien Zi, you... you better confess, what's in this cup?" Shen Zifeng panted heavily, feeling that the black and yellow liquid looked really weird, and it also emitted a faint, pungent smell.
"Drink it and find out! So, what'll it be? Will you do it yourself, or ask your friends and family group for help?" Yien Zi had a mischievous smile on her face.
Shen Zifeng was somewhat at a loss for words; he hadn't even recovered from jumping rope and singing yet. If he had to drink such a large cup of who-knows-what, he was pretty sure he'd be foaming at the mouth on the spot. He had no choice but to turn a pleading gaze to his groomsmen.
The groomsmen knew they couldn't escape their fate, so they bravely stepped forward, took the cup, closed their eyes, and downed the black and yellow liquid. The next moment, his throat and esophagus felt like they were on fire, but he still bravely shouted, "Four is four, ten is ten, fourteen is fourteen, forty is forty!"
