"Shiqi, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" their classmates expressed concern.
Luo Qianqian knew the next match had already started, so she looked up, grinning and blinking: "I couldn't hold back my laughter, so..."
Everyone: "...???" Were they worried for nothing?
"What's really going on?"
"He's not as good at water control as I am. If it were any other attribute, I might have been injured, but with this one, I can't lose. He just has cold poison in his body, causing his 'four limbs to stiffen and can't move.' It's no big deal, he'll be fine in about three days." Luo Qianqian blinked: "It's not like I've been scrubbing pots for nothing, is it? Or hanging out with the Poison Saint for nothing, right?"
Everyone was speechless, not knowing what expression to use to face Luo Shiqi.
But while they breathed a sigh of relief, they also couldn't help but find it funny. Isn't this blatant poisoning? Yet they couldn't find any flaws.
