Chapter 41 There are still many kings of hell in the world
She could only huddle in bed resignedly, shivering, and reflecting on how she had offended Jiang Zhihuai and made him do this to her!
The audience in the live broadcast room spread the word, and they all rushed into the live broadcast line of the boys' dormitory to watch Jiang Zhihuai telling Song Zhiyu a ghost story.
Seeing Song Zhiyu huddled in bed, looking pitiful, weak and helpless, they laughed unkindly.
【Hahahahahaha yes! You got an advantage during the day and didn't act well. You kept showing off in front of the sponsor's father again and again. Are you getting retribution now? 】
[Goose goose goose goose goose gold master brother wins the bamboo shoots! Satan has to have a tattoo of him on his back, and it has to be with his eyes closed, he can't be shocked if he has his eyes open! 】
[Hahahaha damn, there are still many kings of hell in the world! I was crawling all over the floor laughing! 】
[Song Zhiyu: I may not be a human being, but you are a living animal! 】
[Song Zhiyu: I don’t want to hear what he said, but I’m also afraid that he won’t say anything, so I’m trembling.jpg]
[Hahahahaha. With Song Zhiyu’s heartless character, I guess he has never been so internally conflicted in his life! 】
【Ah ah ah ah ah who knows! People who are super afraid of ghosts really can’t listen to any ghost stories! I already regret coming in now! 】
[Super afraid of ghost stars +1, right now I am huddled in bed watching the live broadcast on my phone, shivering with Mr. Song...]
…
God knows how Song Zhiyu survived the night.
He was so sleepy that his eyelids felt like weights were weighing on them, but he would rather open his eyes with his fingers than close them.
Because as soon as you close your eyes, it's like a tape recorder is installed in your mind, automatically playing the voice of Jiang Zhihuai telling ghost stories in a loop.
In addition, he was so sleepy that he was delirious and his five senses were in a state of confusion. It was easy for him to assume the role of the protagonist in the story and then have the same dream.
Falling asleep one second, waking up the next, over and over again, endlessly.
It wasn't until the sky turned white and the early morning sunlight filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains that he breathed a sigh of relief.
He let go of the hand that had been holding his eyelids and fell asleep.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the guests gathered in the living room on the first floor, ready to face the challenges of the new day.
Song Zhiyu, who had always been full of energy, seemed to have taken a drug, his energy was listless, his face was haggard, and there were two huge dark circles under his eyes. It was difficult not to attract others' attention!
"What's going on with you? Did you steal sweet potatoes last night?" Ye Sangsang poked his big dark circles and was the first to express condolences.
Wen Si also smiled and joked: "What? Are you tired of being a living treasure? Are you going to become a national treasure instead?"
"Maybe he did too many bad things and got retribution." Jiang Zhihuai appeared behind him at some point, and the two brothers hugged his shoulders.
Then he quietly leaned into his ear and whispered like a devil again: "Don't tell anyone what happened last night, or I will tell you again tonight."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
Are you a fucking devil?
When Satan comes to him, he has to call himself Satan!
And what can he do? He could only suppress the bitterness in his heart and said with a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's nothing. Maybe it was because I had too much fun during the day yesterday and my spirit was always in a state of excitement, which caused me to have insomnia at night. Not."
He laughed dryly, trying to get this matter over with quickly so that Jiang Zhihuai wouldn't trouble him again at night.
But Wen Si looked at Jiang Zhihuai, who was suddenly hooking up with him, his charming eyes full of suspicion: "When did the relationship between you two become so good?"
Her intuition told her that this matter was related to Jiang Zhihuai.
However, before Jiang Zhihuai could answer, Song Zhiyu rushed to answer: "We have always had a good relationship! You think so, Brother Jiang?"
This only further confirmed Wen Si's conjecture.
She suspected that Song Zhiyu was severely revenged by a jealous king last night because he owed so much!
Although she didn't know how he did it, looking at Song Zhiyu, who was mute and couldn't explain the pain of eating Coptis chinensis... she felt secretly happy.
Wicked people will have their own troubles, let's see if he still owes money in the future!
You deserve a lot of life! Hahahahahaha!
Barrage:
[I was watching the whole process, laughing and saying nothing. 】
[Song Shao: There are words of suffering.jpg]
[If I hadn’t been at the scene last night, I would have almost believed it! 】
[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Song Zhiyu is so miserable and funny at the same time! You can lie to your buddies, but don’t lie to yourself! 】
[What did the financial owner say in his ear again? Is there anyone who knows lip reading who can help translate? The child was so frightened that his face turned pale in an instant! 】
[Who knows, maybe I told him another ghost story [dog head] [dog head] [dog head]]
[Hahahahahahaha damn, he is so bad! I like it so much! [Compare your heart] [Compare your heart] [Compare your heart]]
After the quarrel, Xiao Ai began to announce today's game.
Xiao Ai: "Dear guests, good morning. I believe everyone has noticed that the program team set up three computers in the living room overnight and posted countless game posters."
Everyone was staring at Song Zhiyu's dark circles as soon as they got downstairs. If he hadn't reminded him, they wouldn't have noticed.
A poster for a game called "King of Guns" was posted in the living room, and a promotional video for the game was being played on a loop on the large LED screen.
"Isn't this the game you just mentioned to me yesterday? They paid the program team overnight?" Ye Sangsang looked at Lu Yao.
As the spokesperson of this game, Lu Yao was completely confused: "Maybe."
After all, the popularity of "Love Observation Room" is getting higher and higher day by day, and he accidentally mentioned that the game company feels that the publicity effect is very good, and it is very possible to find the program team to advertise overnight.
And Xiao Ai didn't hide it at all, admitting it very readily: "Yes, they paid the show team. So the name of the game we are going to play today is: King of Gun Battle."
"The rules of the game are: three male guests will open a room in the King of Gunfights to challenge each other, and the winner will receive a luxurious breakfast for two sponsored by "The King of Gunfights"..."
The rules are still the same, but the game has a sense of change.
Barrage:
[Good guys, I just said that casually yesterday, are you really paying for it? 】
[Okay, okay, this game party is very discerning, they deserve to make a lot of money! [Like] [Like] [Like]]
[It’s over, I feel like the financial owner is going to have his house stolen by Lu Yao again today! 】
[Lu Yao: Unexpected? I recharged money overnight! 】
[Lu Yao: Welcome to my home court. 】
It's not that they look down on Jiang Zhihuai, but there is a gap between the gaming skills of ordinary players and professional e-sports players.
After all, how did that sentence come about? Don't try to use your hobbies to challenge other people's jobs!
Not only them, but even Jiang Zhihuai himself realized this.
(End of chapter)