Chen Lei was slower by a few seconds, but he was also quite fast.
Qiao Yuan was naturally the last to finish eating the watermelon. In fact, his speed was not slow, but he did not let go of himself at the beginning. When he saw the way the other two ate, he knew the essence of this game.
It was obvious that it was already too late. Even if the fruit pulp he had eaten splattered everywhere, he was still the last. As a newcomer to the Langxing Gala, he was still too inexperienced.
The audience below the stage laughed incessantly from the beginning. The main reason was that the way they ate the watermelon was too funny, as if they were fighting with their lives on the line.
How could they have the chance to see these people like this on a normal day? This was also the joy of the Langxing Gala!
