Qin Yi's face wasn't looking great either; in no time, his forehead and shirt were soaked, and his voice was hoarse.
Yet he was still shouting loudly and persistently, "Two hundred and one! Two hundred and two..."
Nangong Yaoling sat on the chair, looking at Qin Yi drenched in sweat, and his anger rose uncontrollably.
Finally, he got up, irritated, and said coldly, "Enough, stop it!"
"No way, I haven't done five hundred yet..." Qin Yi said, gritting his teeth.
"Three hundred and eleven! Three hundred and eighteen..."
"I'm telling you to stop, are you trying to kill yourself?" Nangong Yaoling grabbed a tissue box from beside him and threw it at Qin Yi.
Qin Yi got a bump on his head from the hit and was forced to stop, collapsing onto the ground, panting heavily, while massaging his head.
"Get up." Nangong Yaoling glared at him and said.
Qin Yi struggled to get up from the ground, holding the tissue box, and pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
