But after more than ten rounds, both of them were out of breath from running, and the beanbag didn't even touch Tingye's clothes.
He stood in the middle of the circle, hands in his pockets, his handsome face as calm and collected as ever, making everyone irritated just by looking at him!
Even Youyou, who was out, couldn't stand it anymore and kept urging her teammates from the sidelines, "Over here, over here, he likes to dodge this way, throw it here!"
Tingye glanced at her and continued to effortlessly dodge the beanbag thrown by Jiang Nan.
With a wave of his hand, hardly exerting any effort.
"I can't do it anymore. I'm so tired, I can't throw it anymore. Tingye is amazing, I can't hit him..." Meimei pouted, rubbing her sore arm and whining.
"..."
Tingye's sly gaze flickered as he watched the flushed little face and sweaty Meimei, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes.
Then, as the beanbag flew towards him, he didn't move... and got hit!
"I... I hit him?"
