"What, you think I'm scared? Alright, as Senior's here, today I'll teach you a lesson. I bet that our Earth team wins the group battle. If the Falcon team wins, I'll eat a milk carton for every 1 million viewers!"
Old Deer shook his fist.
Yao Ailun feigned astonishment. "Old Deer, I was only joking. You're already getting on in your years. If you're forced to retire because of this, I'll be left lonely."
The previously uninterested crowd perked up. The broadcast had declined to 2 million viewers, but if each person smashed a milk carton, Old Deer would still have to eat two.
"Little Lun, allow me to offer you a wise saying."
"I humbly accept your teachings." Yao Ailun was the very poise of humility.
"The oldest ginger is the spiciest," Old Deer said profoundly. "I'll leave those words here. The Falcon team is sure to lose. Who dares to challenge this!?"