Chapter 19 A person who drinks too much is not qualified to send her home
Shen Qinghe looked calm on the surface, but he was extremely panicked: "I'm afraid that others will say that I rely on my reputation to make a living. You are so handsome, why don't you live broadcast?"
Zhou Cheng, bearing.
The pronunciation of the two names is too similar.
Sometimes she suspected it was the same person.
"It's a coincidence, I'm afraid too." Zhou Cheng handed her the cooked meat with serving chopsticks and continued to cook, "Do you have any pastimes? For example, games."
He knew that Heye must belong to City B. City B has a high combat power, and no big enemy would change its position to a high combat power area.
When she was playing games that afternoon, she said that she had just returned from class, and their school was the only one in the war zone she located.
Shen Qinghe is also from City B. I heard from Jiang Yao that the grass in the field is also Shen Qinghe's nickname.
The only black person on Taoji's Internet was He Ye, but it was not ruled out that Chen Anzhi's so-called online post bar was what she later said.
"Miracle Nuannuan." Shen Qinghe was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, unlocked the phone and pushed it to him, "I played King of Kings a few years ago and was criticized for being such a bad person. Why don't you play Miracle Nuannuan? Later I found out that it was quite fun, so I just played Miracle Nuannuan.
It’s warm.”
Zhou Cheng saw that there was really no king on her mobile phone and dismissed his suspicion, but then he thought about it, the anchor probably had two mobile phones, and her identity was still very suspicious.
"What a coincidence, isn't it?"
"You also play Miracle Nuannuan?"
"That's not true. I am obsessed with academics and have no time for games."
Gu Chenzhou wanted to measure how thick-skinned Zhou Cheng was and how he could lie without turning red.
Wen Jingjing and Gu Xiao both felt stretched to their limits, while Chen Anzhi just wanted to cook quietly and starve everyone to death.
"Transition?" Zhou Cheng wanted to continue testing, typing quickly on his mobile phone, "I have friends playing at the KTV, and there are quite a lot of people."
Wen Jingjing and Chen An heard so many people that they wanted to go right away. Anyway, Zhou Cheng was only interested in Shen Qinghe.
The phone buzzed and vibrated. Shen Qinghe frowned and put his index finger to his mouth: "Shh! Director Wei's call."
As soon as Shen Qinghe pressed the button to answer the question, before Shen Qinghe could say anything, the person over there was impatient: "The monitor of the freshman class has reported that you haven't taken care of them for several days."
Shen Qinghe couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He's already a college student, why are he still snitching?
"Who is the freshman class president?"
"Don't worry, if you don't go today, your salary will be deducted!" Director Wei knew how to threaten her.
"I got it." Shen Qinghe hung up the phone and picked up his things, "It's 600 for one semester, and he's still deducting it. I guess I'm out of training for my freshman year, so let's move on."
The group of people moved to the KTV in a grand manner.
Passing a car, Shen Qinghe thought about it and called out: "Bearing."
Zhou Cheng subconsciously turned around.
"The bearings of this car are really good!" Shen Qinghe kicked the wheel of the car next to him.
Zhou Cheng knew that he had been exposed, so he left the team and walked to her, with a teasing tone in his voice: "Stop pretending, it's too blunt. You think so, Heye."
"To each other." When he asked her bluntly if he would live broadcast, she guessed most of it, "Don't tell others."
"I know, so do you." Zhou Cheng didn't want to share the news with Jiang Yao.
After all, who doesn’t like to see the crematorium of Chasing His Wife! Let him experience the feeling of regret.
Shen Qinghe felt that Yinhe was often with him, and they always talked in the same room: "Are those three people from our school too?"
"No, they are moving bricks at the construction site." Zhou Cheng paused and added, "Yinhe Xiaodian loves to play games and often drags me to the Internet cafe's private room to stay up all night."
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They arrived at the KTV private room and pushed open the door. People inside had already started playing, grabbing wheat, playing board games, and drinking. The noisy atmosphere was extremely exciting.
As soon as he took his seat, Shen Qinghe's right eyelid twitched, he rubbed his eyes and joined the ranks of the king's game.
The one who draws seven is the king, and the person who draws other numbers can be designated to complete one thing and drink if he can't.
After several rounds, Shen Qinghe avoided all the designated numbers just like he had done before.
There was a person standing behind, and Shen Qinghe invited him enthusiastically: "Do you want to play together?"
The man looked a little unnatural and shook his head.
"Tie No. 1 and No. 5 shoelaces together for two rounds." The king glanced around and designated with a smile.
No. 1 is Shen Qinghe, and No. 5 is a boy.
People around her were making noises, and the boy came over with a blushing face, sat next to her, and said awkwardly: "Senior sister, I am Xu Hanlin from the Physical Education Department."
Shen Qinghe nodded and found that he was wearing slippers, so he had no choice but to give up this request.
The phone screen lit up, it was Jiang Yao's message.
Jiang Yao: What are you doing?
Shen Qinghe: Study hard and make progress every day.
She put down her phone and caught a glimpse of someone coming over from the corner of her eye. She could clearly feel the dent in the sofa next to her, and a black figure randomly broke into her line of sight.
Before I could see who it was, the woody aroma hit my face.
Turning around, he met a pair of cold and cold fox eyes.
It's Jiangyao.
He was caught red-handed lying.
Her heart suffocated and her breathing suddenly became disordered.
"There's no room over there, do you mind if I sit here? Senior sister." His voice was a little hoarse, with a smile at the end.
"casual."
The girl boldly issued an invitation: "Let's play together!"
"Okay." Jiang Yao said, getting a little closer to her.
Shen Qinghe looked at the face so close to him in astonishment, his breathing was a little unsmooth, and he was very defensive: "What are you going to do?"
He leaned over and stretched out his hand to pick up the cards on the table, half leaning on the table, holding his chin with one hand, the cards dangled gently in front of her eyes, his eyes were burning, and his tone was leisurely: "Senior, do you want to take a peek at the cards?"
The clothes were a little tight, and with his movements, his muscle lines were vaguely outlined.
Shen Qinghe lowered his eyes, his mouth was faster than his brain, and he whispered: "What's the point of peeking at the cards? It's better to peek at you taking a shower."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized what words she had said.
Suddenly he fell silent.
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows, his eyes were subtle, and a hint of red crept up on the tips of his ears.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
The king broke the embarrassment: "No. 5 and No. 6 are having a drink."
It’s Xu Hanlin and Shen Qinghe again.
Before Shen Qinghe said anything, Xu Hanlin blushed as if he was boiling: "I drink."
The other person was unwilling to cooperate, and Shen Qinghe had no choice but to punish himself with three drinks.
Once a person is unlucky, he will always be unlucky.
It was them for several consecutive rounds, and the things they asked for became more and more tricky and excessive. Xu Hanlin quickly drank three glasses each time, and then grabbed Shen Qinghe's two glasses to drink for her.
Jiang Yao lazily leaned on the sofa, with a carefree smile on his face. He placed his hand on the back of the sofa behind Shen Qinghe, tossing and turning the lighter.
By the end of the game, Shen Qinghe was a little drunk. His peach blossom eyes were blurry and misty, and his cheeks were flushed. He leaned back and broke the jar: "No more playing, let's go home."
As he spoke, his body slid towards Xu Hanlin uncontrollably.
Jiang Yao gently hooked her hand, and she leaned towards him, and her voice was a bit bewitching: "Can I take you home?"
Shen Qinghe only felt that the figure was vague, and he could barely identify it as Jiang Yao, and nodded.
After drinking too much, her legs and feet were a little unsteady, and she was half-leaning on him.
Jiang Yao glanced meaningfully at the person who had been standing behind Shen Qinghe, and then glanced at Xu Hanlin lightly: "Thank you for helping to stop the wine, it's just..."
After a pause, his expression was a little provocative, and he said lazily: "A person who drinks too much is not qualified to send her home."