This hit was really quite hard. Even Shu Ran, who was so mindful of her celebrity image, was lying on the ground speechless.
Who cares about elimination or not, who cares about the 173 or 813, she's just lying here, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, pondering whether the show's producers have a gripe with her.
The atmosphere was momentarily a bit tragic.
But for those cleaning the scene and dragging away the eliminated contestants, it meant nothing.
Two minutes after the electronic sound notification ended, several battlefield cleaning staff hurried in from all directions, dressed in work clothes washed to a faded white, wearing black hats, and had white rubber gloves on their hands.
"Make way, make way, recycling old people, old brains, old clothes ah."
