Word is bond, Bai Bufan.
Luckily, Lin Li is practically an athlete now; after watching a fifteen-second ad, he revived.
"The first time is unfamiliar, the second time brings skill. Trust me, guys. With the last experience, this time, we can definitely handle it better." Lin Li encouraged his two buddies.
Mostly, Lin Li didn't want to suffer alone.
"Isn't it possible it's unfamiliar the first time, deadly the second?" Bai Bufan gritted his teeth.
Zhou Baowei touched his nose on the side, but he didn't back down. Mainly, he boasted initially about wanting to ride ten or eight times, but now admitting defeat didn't look good, so he asked:
"Lin Li, are you addicted? But I heard you screaming just as much earlier?"
"Indeed, I found it quite interesting. But precisely because of the screaming, I'm not satisfied with my performance. What meaning is there in winning the warrior badge through the Pingjiang eight challenges without style? If I'm to get it, I want to get it with flair!"
