We lost. Ben Roberts and I have to accept the punishment of getting wet with ice water.

The host raised the bucket. Ben Roberts pulled out his overcoat and held me in his arms. As a result, Ben Roberts was almost completely wet, and I was not splashed by ice water at all.

I looked at him worriedly and hoped that he wouldn't catch a cold.

He wiped his face with a towel for two times and smiled faintly at the crowd. "You guys play. I'm going to change my clothes.

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