He was bare-chested, only wearing a belt and shorts, just like when Dmitryuk took the stage before. "Uh, you two really don't want to go first?" There were only a few seven or eight people left in the challenge waiting area.

, several of them have already regarded this place as the grandstand area, and have no intention of going on stage to challenge at all.

Dmitruk asked the aunt and old man beside him.

"You go first, Auntie takes good care of you!" Auntie waved her hand with a smile.

The old man hugged the long package in his arms and nodded beside him.

Are you optimistic about me? Are you optimistic about me? Why don't you go first?

"Auntie is afraid that if you fall in love with her, you won't have a chance to fall in love with her." She said, "You've come all the way here, so why don't you go there once?"

What else could Dmitruk say?

He raised his hands and strode forward.

"I!"

Next to him, many cameras were pointed at him.

Then many people shouted.

"It's him!"

"Dmitruk Artyom Hennadyovich!"
Chapter completed!