"What are you standing there for? Towel!" Zhao Yang said to Bao'er.
"What are you going to do?" Bao'er, incredibly smart, vaguely guessed Zhao Yang's intention.
"Just bring it out," Zhao Yang urged.
With no other choice, Bao'er reluctantly took a sweat towel out of her bag.
"Good, help me blindfold my eyes..." Having said that, Zhao Yang turned to face Batan and closed his eyes.
Upon hearing this, the whole place exploded!
"Has this kid gone mad?"
Bao'er and everyone else had the same thought, so she didn't move.
Realising a commotion brewing around him, and that Bao'er hadn't done as he asked, Zhao Yang opened his eyes, turned his head towards Bao'er, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I think you'd better just admit defeat." Bao'er said, "At such a distance, blindfolding yourself and aiming for the grape on someone's head, I think you've truly gone mad."
Zhao Yang's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "Anyway, I can't hit it, might as well try with my eyes covered."
