"Ah!" Li Wei, after being thrown several times, felt even more despondent. He looked at Mo Siyu miserably and said, "Brother Mo, you can't just toy with people like this."
With each throw, Mo Siyu would whisper something in Tang Jun's ear.
And then, Tang Jun would win each throw.
Just like that, he won three times in a row.
Tang Jun screamed with excitement, unbelievably eager to continue with Li Wei, but Mo Siyu said, "Xiao Jun, you three should go to bed early. If you want to train, join everyone tomorrow. Just don't cry about not being able to take it."
"Brother Mo, I won't," Tang Jun said, energized as if infused with adrenaline, "I definitely won't cry, and I won't say I can't take it."
"Me neither," both Zhang Qiang and Wei Jiajie, who had been thrown miserably just now, were not discouraged by the throws. Instead, their spirit and determination were even more stimulated.
