Chapter 35: I’ve buried my love, I’ve been a fool, but I’ve never been normal
【Oh my God! This is not a hotel! Isn’t this a pure museum? 】
【The possessiveness is fierce! I feel like all the money from the sponsor is mine! [Lemon][Lemon][Lemon]]
[Congratulations to everyone who saw this for getting a house - my defense! [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]]
[Oh my God, why don’t I want the peach blossom? Can you give me some money to spend? 】
The morning passed quickly. Lunch was cooked by the star chef in the presidential suite. All the ingredients were of top quality and flown directly from the place of origin. The presentation and taste were impeccable.
In addition, without Jiang Zhihuai harassing him, Wen Si was in a good mood and his appetite increased. He ate more than usual and felt full.
As soon as they finished eating and it was not suitable for exercise, the two people's attention turned to the electronic devices in the room.
"Let's play games for a while?" Song Zhiyu looked at the latest Switch with all the cassettes in the e-sports room, and his hands felt a little itchy.
Wen Si remembered the scene where she and Jiang Zhihuai were in the Love Nest Hotel yesterday, playing various entertainment facilities but Xiao Ai used mini-games to make things difficult for her. She hesitated a little: "It's possible, but it seems that unlocking the game console requires-"
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Ai's haunting voice came from above her head: "Kiss~ To unlock the game console, you need to complete the mini-game designed by the program team first~"
Wen Si: "."
She knew it.
"What game?" Song Zhiyu was a game fan. When he heard the word "game", he was very interested.
Xiao Ai: "This game is called: Black History Challenge."
"The rules of the game are: The male and female guests can dig out their past dark history. Photos, videos, voices, explosive speeches on social platforms, etc. can be used. Let the other party reproduce it exactly for you to see. Who will be embarrassed to the point of digging their toes on the ground first? , whoever loses."
Even though he had heard the rules of this game yesterday, Wen Si still felt outrageous when he heard it again.
Let’s just say, is there a possibility? The reason why black history is called black history is that even if you are lying on the hospital bed dying, you have to delete everything with a sigh of relief before you can die in peace.
No one would take the initiative to show it to others, let alone watch others imitate it!
Then she saw Song Zhiyu: "Harm! What do I care about! Aren't you just going through a few dark histories? I have so many dark histories, I'm not afraid at all!"
While he was talking, he had already taken out his mobile phone and showed it to Wen Si with great interest: "First, let me show you a collection of my weird hairstyles from the non-mainstream period!"
Some have permed afros, some have their hair fixed upright with hairspray to make it look like a cockscomb, and some have long oblique bangs that cover one of their eyes.
The colors are red, orange, yellow, green, and green. There are blue and purple, and the saturation is ridiculously high. Paired with his entire head of illegal construction, it's not to mention how eye-catching it is.
However, with such an awesome hairstyle, his photo pose is extremely sad.
Either looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, or covering the lower half of his face with his hands, exposing his only remaining eye, which still contained crystal tears.
The accompanying copywriting also makes people dig their toes to the ground.
For example: Don't bow your head, the crown will fall off, don't shed tears, the bitch will laugh.
Don't cry in front of my grave, it will dirty my path of reincarnation.
No matter how good Chopin is, he can't play even sadness.
It seems that Wen Si likes to embarrass others. But as if Song Zhiyu didn't think it was satisfying enough, he turned on Shiver again and showed her the short videos he had made following the trend in his early years.
Social rocking, gesture dancing, and people winking and looking cool at the camera made Wen Si tired of digging her toes.
"Enough!" She shouted angrily, interrupting Song Zhiyu's sharing.
Song Zhiyu, who was about to show her a more social video on his Slow Foot account: "What's wrong? How handsome he is! When I was the most social, I even had a left green dragon and a right white tiger on my arms! Later, my mother forced me to I rubbed it off in the bathhouse."
Wen Si: "."
It’s just a toy for i person and e person.
Because Song Zhiyu's attitude in sharing dark history was too positive, and each of those dark histories was so real that it made people dig their toes into the ground without having to imitate each other, Wen Si was already defeated without a fight.
He not only covered up his shameful past, but also completed the mini-game.
Xiao Ai: "Congratulations to both of you for completing the Black History Challenge and getting the right to use the game console."
The audience in the live broadcast room almost laughed their heads off.
[Hahahahahaha, help! Dead memories suddenly started attacking me! 】
[Thank you for the invitation. I have been a spirit girl for a while, and I am already sweating profusely! [wipe sweat][wipe sweat][wipe sweat]]
[Some people watch the fun, some people look in the mirror [cover their faces][cover their faces][cover their faces]]
[I often feel that I am not worthy of being a fan of Young Master Song because I am not good enough [light a cigarette][light a cigarette][light a cigarette]]
[As expected of a man who loves to look at maggots in a sea of excrement, it turns out that he has been at the forefront of fashion these years! [Cover face][Cover face][Cover face]]
[Song Zhiyu: Brother, I have fallen in love and made love in the past few years, but it has never been normal. [Cover face][Cover face][Cover face]]
[What an advanced mental state! Is there no one else on the Internet you care about? 】
[If nothing else, my mentality of only caring about my own happiness and not caring about the life and death of others is really worth learning from! Especially for people like me who have low self-esteem and internal friction! 】
【Class starts! ! ! Don't make me kneel down to beg you! ! ! 】
In the presidential suite, Wen Si and Song Zhiyu, who had successfully unlocked the game consoles, were selecting game cartridges.
In order to allow male and female guests to have more interactions, the program team provides all two-player game cartridges suitable for couples and friends to play together, such as: "Two People Go Together", "Naughty Kitchen", "Naughty Moving".
In the live broadcast room The audience was laughing at Song Zhiyu's jokes. When they saw the two-player game cartridges in front of the two people, they laughed even louder.
【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! The games provided are all from the breakup series. I am afraid that the relationship between the male and female guests will be too good, which will affect your abstraction, right? 】
[One thing to say, isn’t this an abstraction? [Cover face][Cover face][Cover face]]
[No kidding, my ex-boyfriend and I fought and broke up because we played "Kitchen Kitchen", and we still haven't gotten back together. [Hold face][Hold face][Hold face]]
[+1 for breaking up after playing "Kitchen Kitchen". He thinks I only focus on chopping vegetables and not looking at anything else. I think it's not worth it for him to lose his temper over such a trivial matter. We started to quarrel while playing, and the kitchen burned down when we started to quarrel. I got up, it was burning and my heart was dying [cover face][cover face][cover face]]
[It’s not dead, the worst thing is that the romance drama will not be filmed anymore, and it will be renamed "Gold Medal Mediator" [狗头][狗头][狗头]]
(End of chapter)