Chapter Thirteen: Waiba, I'm still cured for you!(2/2)
"Look straight ahead!"
Hands...fitting tightly...seasoning the pants."
Zhang Shaohua took out the playing cards he had separated from the second and third squad leader, and walked to Ding Yi who was standing in front. He clamped the playing cards to Ding Yi or two of his hands that were close to the sewing thread of his pants, and another one was clamped to the knee position where Ding Yi's legs were close.
"Put it tightened... one piece dropped... ten minutes more!"
After Zhang Shaohua finished speaking, he walked towards Wang Zhijun again and divided three playing cards, which were sandwiched between Wang Zhijun's hands and cold legs.
The squad leader naturally would not let anyone go, of course, except for Zhang Maoran, because her backpack straps were wrapped around her legs, so she had to put the poker cards with both hands!
A few minutes later, Ding Yi in the team suddenly heard the cold words of the squad leader.
"Zhang Qian...plus...10 minutes..."
Hearing this, Ding Yi tightened his hands and legs a little longer, thinking that he would not let the playing cards fall down no matter what he said, but he was still thinking about what happened to Zhang Qian? If you add a few playing cards, you will fall down so easily.
Within half a minute, Definition felt that the squad leader walked behind him. He smiled secretly, thinking that you can't find me wrong this time, and my playing cards haven't dropped.
Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt that the playing cards he had in his left hand had been taken off!
"Ding Yi...plus...10 minutes..."
Ding Yi was stupid. This is a damn thing, he was trying to harm others, so he could still do this!
Chapter completed!