So if he said Wang Qiang was in the toilet, Wang Qiang must be in the toilet, and no one would have any doubts.
When Little Glasses was about to go to the toilet to observe Wang Qiang's embarrassment, luckily I stopped him, otherwise he would have discovered that Wang Qiang was no longer in the toilet when he got there.
——He went to the duty room to report that someone was smoking in the dormitory.
This is the first time in my life that I have arranged a "game".
Although the overall look is very rough and not as watertight as Zhao Wusheng's, it is my maiden game after all.[
I was lying on the bed, savoring the joy of victory. If I took some tough measures to seize Chen Zhipeng's knife, I'm afraid it would cause him to retaliate even more and bring about unpredictable consequences.
Therefore, in the situation just now, I was able to come up with and quickly implement such a strategy in a very short period of time. Overall, I am quite satisfied.
The most important thing is that although Chen Zhipeng had a little suspicion, in the end he didn't expect it to happen to any of us.
I have to say that it was also because Zhao Wusheng’s plan in the afternoon shocked me so much that I couldn’t help but want to imitate it.
"It turns out that the design is nothing more than this." I thought about this sentence over and over in my mind, but when I thought that Zhao Wusheng's plan had been implemented for more than a month, I still couldn't help but get some goosebumps.
Compared with his trivial strategy, my trivial strategy is like a big deal in front of Guan Gong.
I suddenly thought sadly that there is no way to practice martial arts to perfection, and there is no way to reach the pinnacle of wisdom.
I am such a good-for-nothing, weak-minded, useless young man. Fortunately, I did not join the underworld, otherwise I would have been crushed to death like an ant!
"Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming!" Wang Qiang, who was sleeping head-to-head with me, suddenly called me softly.
"What?" I tilted my head. At this time, everyone was already asleep.
"Look over there." Wang Qiang pointed to the other side of the dormitory.
I followed his finger and looked over.
I...fuck...
That bastard Chen Zhipeng was half sitting on the bed, holding a machete in his hand!
This bastard actually has two handfuls in his bag. He's so fucking hard to guard against!
"What should I do?" Wang Qiang asked me softly.
"I don't know." I sweated a lot and looked at Chen Zhipeng feeling a little weak.